Anyway. So when I saw M was doing a class, I instantly volunteered. All I knew was that it was going to cover using needles in scenes that might not traditionally use needles, or that build more of a story around the needleplay. That sounded intriguing, and I really, really wanted to bottom for it. I love needles, have ever since I first got pierced, but never knew what to do with them in a scene to keep it going. It always felt so... medical, and fun, but also a bit boring. And sure, you can do decorative stuff, like feathers or corsetry, but even that begins to feel methodic. 

Granted, it's also gorgeous- I'd love to learn how to have some of these beautiful piercings in my skin. There's something about how you can use the needles decoratively, and, too, the prettiness of the blood that can drip from the wounds after the sharps are removed... mmm. Terribly sexy. I just wrote an article for Filament magazine on bloodplay, by the way, and you should look out for it in December. Don't worry, I'll remind you.

But, I mean, look! Look over there ----->

It's absolutely beautiful work- painful and decorative, spiritual and sexy. All my favourite things. It's really no wonder I love some needles. 

But I'm not into pain, which is the problem with receiving needles, and, I thought, the problem with scenes involving needles. Interrogation is an obvious if scary choice (the demo of interrogation I witnessed involved M piercing the skin under the toenails- eeep! But I prefer giggly to grim, and I just couldn't figure out how to fit these contrasting things together.

Then I was sent an email, saying "dress like a little girl. You're going to get molested by a needle-wielding clown". 

Well! As anyone reading my blog knows, I've been super getting into the ageplay thing. Add needles to that and I'm squirming in a very happy way. And add a fucking CLOWN? ::faint::

And then I was told I was getting balloons, too. I was the happiest little girl ever.

So I get to the class, nervous, excited, hungry. The boy had paypalled me money to get myself a nice dinner so I'd be well-fed (he's such a good daddy to me, that boy) and wished me luck and fun times, so I felt fluttery and giddy. I ate my dinner, some gorgeous duck from Gregoire, and waited for things to start. I had a chance before our demo to talk to Stabby the clown (I even helped with his clown face! it was his first time clowning) and figure out what our scene would look like. Thankfully I knew Stabby somewhat and felt pretty safe in his hands- I realized as we chatted that I preferred  not knowing what was going to happen- I just wanted to get into little girl space and innocently walk into the scene blind.

So there was some discussion in the class first, talking about some basic info. I wriggled in my seat with a bouquet of balloons, a little terrified, esp as I knew Stabby was a bit of a sadist. Soon, it was time, and I scrambled up to the front to pull on M's sleeve (he was the circus owner/ringmaster).

"S'cuse me! S'cuse me!" I said as I pulled on his arm. "I wanna join the circus and be with the ponies!" This is how it all started, me big eyed and ponytailed, him snarling at me before calling over Stabby to put me through my paces. I sat on a chair which had my legs swinging and sang the rubber ducky song, which added to my little girl headspace, and I took off my dress as Stabby told me he was going to find out if the circus was "in my blood". I was fascinated by how innocent I felt- totally trusting, curious, foolishly brave. I kept asking about the ponies. I really felt attached to these imaginary ponies, much like my love of ponies when I was, in fact, a little girl.

Two needles. That was all we had time for. But they made a lovely little cross on my breast, and I swam in endorphins, giggling, barely feeling pain at all. It was amazing. Then I discovered the balloons had clamps on the ends as Stabby attached one to each inner thigh- I yelped and laughed and winced. Eventually I was told by M that there were no spots for pony RIDERS, but if I wanted to be a pony they could arrange something... and I was cropped offstage as I lifted my legs high (hard to do with clamped thighs!) I kept the needles in for the rest of the class and was deliriously happy.

So ageplay. And needles. Definitely for the win. I can't WAIT to meet Stabby again. And maybe I can teach the boy some needleplay and we can get creative with it... I love the idea of decorating him like a Christmas tree, for example... he was very good, being patient while I chattered at him all about it. He's a great daddy, and I'm very glad he sent his blessing with me for the class. I needed the endorphin rush I think!