Injection needle

A few weeks ago Little A. was ill. She needed to mix the prescribed antibiotics herself. The box came with four small flasks filled with a fluid and two flasks filled with white powder. And a syringe in order to get the correct amount of liquid.

When Little A. ended the treatment I threw it all away but kept the syringe.

You see, I am quite fascinated with needle play. Not the kind of needle play that involves nipples or genitals though. That goes further than what I have in mind.

I am not the kind of man who forces his sub to submit to anything just to pleasure himself.
Princess had made pretty clear needle play wasn’t something she wanted to experience.  That is okay with me. I have a body too. I can try it on myself. I was just waiting for a sign.
Little A. being ill was that sign.

I found the necessary information on the Net. Obviously it was mostly about disinfecting stuff and what not. Watching the needle go through the skin seemed like a walk in the park.

I put if off. I was too tired, then Little A. was here and then this and that.

Just an hour ago I told myself I should be a man. It was like now or never.

I used rubbing alcohol to disinfect the needle.
Where should I stick it was an interesting question.

My arm or shoulder was not an option as I was not able to pinch the skin while holding the needle and pushing it through. For some reason my thigh did not feel suitable either.

I ended up disinfecting a part of my belly.

Fuck, I had almost forgotten the most important part. So I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down my last will and testament, slid it in an envelope and wrote “To whom it concerns” on it, licked it closed and put it against the screen of my computer.

Disinfected my belly again. Grabbed the needle. Made sure the opening of the needle was pointing outwards. It was something that was stressed in the information I read. It would avoid the needle to go inwards.

I pinched a piece of my skin, took a deep breath and pushed the needle through. I’m pretty sure I heard the skin break, an almost unnoticeable sound and then that was it.

Like Shakespeare wrote albeit I’m pretty sure he did not have needle play in mind : Much ado about nothing.

There it was and it looked pretty neat. I made a photograph and then gently pulled the needle out. It stung a little when I disinfected the skin again and a few drops of blood appeared.
That was it. End of story.

 

 

 

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