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Blood Play

A few weeks ago i went to visit Lynk. Our play tends to get very intense very quickly because we don't get to see each other that often. We do a lot of biting, rough body play and other more sadistic stuff.  We'd been discussing drowning, actually. I'm very curious about drowning, but something more interesting came up; blood play.

Daddy and Lynk are planning something big for an outdoor event later in the year that i am going to be involved in. That involves a lot of blood play. I asked Lynk if we could try some blood play, on a small scale, just to see if it was something i was even into. I've seen other blood play scenes before and while i could appreciate it, i was missing something. Once i figured out what it was that was missing, Lynk was happy to help.

The thing i was missing was context; It was(is) very important that the blood that is in the scene is at least partly mine. For me the act of suffering and bleeding at the hands of another is arousing as fuck and makes me feel so, so submissive. That kind of blood play basically hits every submissive trigger i have.  Also, you end up with a ton of gnarly bruises which also makes me very happy.

When Lynk and i discussed blood play, i assumed (stupidly) that we'd be doing venipuncture like normal people. (Just let the irony of that sentence sink in for a moment). Venipuncture is the thing your doctor or nurse does to take blood from you when you're at the doctors office. They use a needle with a specalized device to start and stop the flow and often put it into a blood bag. Well, Lynk didn't have the proper supplies on hand for venipuncture so we used needles a different way.

When you puncture skin with needles, you have a few options on how to remove them.
1. Just take them out, level. Little to no pain associated with this, little to no trauma.
2. Turn the needle so the tip is facing up and remove. Painful, might leave cool marks, but relively low trauma.
3. Is what we did. He turned the needles in my skin and arced them as he removed them leading to heavy bleeding. This type of removal caused some pretty nice bruising that wasn't tender or painful to the touch because there was very little actual trauma causing the bruising. The bruising i sustained was caused by blood pooling.

Here are some pictures from the scene. Lynk took these, i edited them.
WARNING: BLOOD AND NEEDLES IN UNCOMFORTABLE PLACES, please don't scroll down if you aren't into looking at this. If you are into this, click on the thumbnails to see the images larger.















19g and 22g
Bodies.
Heart was not photoshopped.
Needles in the backs of my hands and under my breasts.
Easiest way to give me a panic attack: put needles in my finger webs.
Blood.
Look at this mess.
Trapped.
Lynk wrapped me up in a plastic sheet that we put down to keep blood from getting everywhere. The only thing that i really don't like about blood play is, if you aren't fluid and blood bound to the person you're playing with, you run into a lot of logistical issues, like turning your bottom and anything they touch into a biohazard.

All in all, i really enjoyed the experience.

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