Pin Cushion


This article is regarding a session that took place recently, and due to its rather unique nature I thought it would be nice to share a few moments from it with you.

‘X’ is a client of mine who I have sessioned with a few times, and is of a somewhat masochistic nature enabling us to both enjoy sessions which are a little ‘harder’ than average, and always very intense. Such sessions have involved whipping with a variety of items (ranging from wire flex to thorny branches) and some rather experimental torture. I may share some of these in the future.

This session involved more impact play, cigarette torture and also the introduction of my bed of nails, combined with trampling and whipping. The bed of nails itself is a big thing to introduce into a session (literally and figuratively) carrying quite a weight due to its solid construction, six-foot length and over 1,240 steel nails!

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It would be wrong to assume that merely because someone is a masochist, they take all kinds of pain and punishment in any manner administered. One man’s Nirvana can be another’s upper limit! While man (or woman) ‘A’ may crave the cut of a well cast singletail, person ‘B’ may wish for the thud of a devastating Singapore. Both may receive the same amount of pain, but in a different form. My point being, it is important to quickly and carefully assess an action (especially one of a harsher nature) before putting it into practice, and also without losing that all important flow in a session.

So, X got what he wished for and lay upon the bed of nails – what an interesting juxtaposition through his eyes, feeling the cold steel bear his weight and bite into his back whilst looking up at a latex clad me! As his nerve endings and skin gradually grew accustomed to the nails, I seized the opportunity and began to trample X, adding my statuesque heels to the number of spikes tormenting his body – balancing myself with one of the chains from my suspension rig in order to allow myself to distribute my weight as I saw fit.

With X now resembling a hybrid between a pin cushion and a colander, he turned and lay stomach down across the bed of nails…and I reached for my singletail. Lets just say X went into the next part of the session a little sore! J

Do remember what I said earlier about one man’s Nirvana – we are all different, and just because you have seen or read something in one of my films, images or my website, this has nothing to do with what you may experience in a session. As I have always maintained, control and discipline are not all about shouting at people and hitting them! (Just sometimes 😉 )