by Nimue on September 7, 2010
Now, as those of you who follow my twitter will know, my kitty has been in the vets again, but he came home last night. He’s got a check-up later, but hopefully he’s all good now.
But I’m not going to ramble on about my kitty, or the fun I had over the weekend in this post, I’ve got something a lot more specific in mind to write about today!!
This morning, kaya posted a couple of new pics on her profile on fetlife and on her blog, and one of these really spoke to me. No, not the one of her covered in chocolate and sprinkles (although, that did obviously inspire me to want to lick it all off her), but the one of her holding a board up under her tits. Which had been nailed to the board.
One thing that really struck me about the picture, was how calm her face appears to be. There is slight tension, but overall, she looks….. well, accepting.
Being nailed to a board is something that’s been on my mind since I first got into bdsm. It’s always struck me as such a powerful image, to hold myself there while someone nails me to a board. I did something similar on my first ever shoot with ThePainFiles
But it was needles, not nails, and to me there is a big difference between the two. Needles are designed to cut through the flesh, nails aren’t. The needles were all placed through my flesh, then i was leant forwards and they were pressed into the board beneath me. Slightly different to the brutality of nails being hammered through unwilling flesh.
One day, I hope to try nailing. Talking to W today, he is interested in doing it, but it’s not something I’m ready for. Maybe it’s something we can build up to, using progressively larger needles, but I think in reality, nothing can prepare you fully for an experience like this. You just have to decide and go for it.
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by Nimue on September 3, 2010
My pain tolerance seems to be varying wildly at the moment, and I’m not sure why, but I’m definately enjoying it!
I know that part of it is probably that I’m back to playing regularly after an extended break, but I’m not sure it’s entirely that. My tastes are changing as well. I used to really love a nice heavy flogging on my back. Lots of thud and no sting. The other day W and I decided that a nice flogging was in order and I was really looking forward to it, but after He began, it became clear that it wasn’t going to be the enjoyable experience we had been looking forward to. Honestly, it bored me.
After a little bit of talking, we tried something else – a nice stingy cat. And wow, it felt good. Hard strokes with time to process the pain in between. Just a couple of strokes and I was flying. Taking an amount of pain I would usually scream and fight through, with just a deep breath on each stroke. No noise, no screams, just feeling it flow through me. Only on the final stroke did I break, knowing it was over, I sobbed. It was an amazing feeling and I felt wonderful afterwards.
But this is becoming more of a usual thing for me. Any “warm up” just bores me and annoys me. I want hard strokes from the start, with time to process in between. And then it’s not long before I’m asking for it harder, harder, harder. The past few times that W has caned me, I’ve wanted more and more and more – he had to call a stop long before I would.
I don’t know why this change is happening, maybe it is because I am looking towards the judicial caning we are planning on doing. One of our favourite clubs has a demo every month, and we are talking to the owner about doing a judicial caning demo. I am definately very excited about doing it, at the moment, more excited than scared, though I know the scared will hit soon. I’m looking forward to being able to take how ever many strokes I’m told, and I want to take them as calmly as possible with as little noise as possible. I know that might not happen, I might be screaming from the first stroke……. but the way my pain threshold is going at the moment…. who knows!!!
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