Content Notes: Feet; Needles; Blood
I do some pretty weird shit with my feet. I adore having them regularly beaten by Hylas (so much so that bastinado is a category all of its own), have had patterns scratched into them, and late last year had them set on fire.
But when I was at Kinky Camp over Easter, I tried something new. What was it that made me laugh like this?
I was having needles put into my toes – every single little piggy. Not that the needle insertion itself made me laugh. (The big toes and the little toes, in particular, hurt like a bitch!) But the endorphins once they were in… and being tickled when I couldn’t bloody do anything about it? Well, that had me laughing so they could hear it across the way in the rope room!
All because I attended the needle-play demo, run by Steve C of Tawse Manor. Which was really interesting, and I learned heaps – finally I understand how gauge numbering works! After the informative part, Steve was up for demonstrating on anyone who wanted them and suggested feet as a possible place … well, how could I possibly keep my mouth shut?
It started with one toe. But clicking through, he’d put three into place, by which time I’m breathing deeply, my emotions are flowing and I can’t decide if I love or hate it. I’m definitely a masochist: I want more, so of course Steve obliges. (These are 16 gauge needles, incidentally.)
From my point of view, an entire foot’s worth looked really trippy. And I had no idea what it was like from the other side. Of course I could feel it, especially if I tried to move my toes at all (I learned fast: don’t).
So we went for the full ten toes. As you can see in this photo, I was absolutely helpless when Steve C decided that after the needles came the stroking and the tickling. Sadistic bastard! The click-through demonstrates that, really, I was enjoying myself immensely.
Of course there were others who wanted the whole needle experience – and I couldn’t have needles in my toes all day! So finally they had to come out. It made a delightful mess, which ran everywhere (on the previously placed down plastic) when my feet were sprayed with the alcohol-spray. Ouchies and yummies. (Click for a different perspective.)
Before I got off the table (my feet wrapped in plastic) to carefully put my jandals on so I could go to my cabin and put on socks and better supporting shoes, it was time for some aftercare – food and water – and wallowing in the buzz. You can see part of Steve’s sharps briefcase behind me, which is amazing all by itself!
The holes in my toes lasted about four days (I wore socks for the remainder of the camp). Only one of them bruised up though, which was the big toe on my left foot. The best part afterwards was that every step I took for about a day and a half, as I flexed my toes to keep balance? I could feel and was reminded where those needles had been. It rocked!
Needles and tickling: Steve C
Photos and aftercare: Chilli Gal
There’s more to come from Kinky Camp. Oh yes