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\nPlaying With Leanne III: Red\nHot Needles

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\nThis is a story featuring my\nslave Leanne. The stories can be read and enjoyed separately, so I\nhave not included them in part of a large novel. But if you want to\nread them in the order in which they occurred it is this order (when\nI have completed writing the stories):

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\nPlaying with Leanne I

\nPlaying with Leanne II:\nTweezers

\nPlaying with Leanne III:\nRed Hot Needles

\nLeanne Gives Up Her Safe\nWord

\nLeanne’s O Fantasy

\nThe Crucifixion of Leanne

\nLeanne Sacrifices Her Clit

\nLeanne Moves In

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\nSome of the tales do not\nreally feature in a chronological order, because some of the events\noverlapped with some of the events above. These stories, so far, are\ndetailed below. And some of the stories I simply cannot recall the\ncorrect chronology. \n

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\nLeanne the Latex Nun

\nReading to Leanne / Leanne\nReading

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\nPlaying with Leanne III

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\nLeanne, my ultra-masochistic\nslave, continued to come to seek torture at my hands. Each time that\nshe came to see me I tried to push her boundaries a little further.\nNot once, yet, had she used her safe word, not even when she was in\nwhat was obviously severe pain. But there was part of her which\nneeded and desired the torture. \n

\n Leanne, over the course of\nher relationship, had shared most of her fantasies with me (although\nI suspected that there was still a few which she was keeping secret).\nHer fantasies were generally of her being captured by some evil\nregime and being tortured for information: regimes such as had\nexisted in South America in the 1970s, or in Nazi Germany, and so on.\nIn her fantasies she couldn’t give up any information because it\nwould mean giving up the names of friends, so she had no choice but\nto suffer torture at the hands of evil people.

\n In her fantasies the sorts\nof things which were used on her were whips, electricity, and the lit\nends of cigarettes. Now I didn’t smoke, so using cigarettes would\nbe awkward. But I decided to play with Leanne using intense heat, and\nto see how she reacted. I considered using branding irons or\nsoldering irons, but decided that she was not yet ready for something\nso permanent. Such delights could come later, as I took Leanne down\nthe road of utter submission. It was my plan to slowly increase how\nmuch she could take.

\n I decided, after Leanne had\nbeen coming to me for some time, that it was time for needles, rather\nthan just beating her body with my collection of whips. I’d had\nneedles ready ever since she had begun to see me. But it was not\ngoing to be normal needles: I had decided that I would heat them\nuntil they were glowing red, before I forced them into her flesh. \n

\n I did not suddenly spring\nthem on Leanne, but told her, at the end of a session, that the next\ntime that she came to see me that I would be torturing her with red\nhot needles, and that the only way to avoid an encounter with them\nwas to stop coming to see me. Well, Leanne did not contact me for a\ncouple of months, and I began to fear that I had pushed her just a\nlittle too far, and that I was not going to see her again – which\nwould be a big shame as far as I was concerned, as I had never met a\nwoman who could take as much pain as her.

\n Then, one Friday night, I\ngot a phone call from Leanne. I recognised her mobile number\ninstantly.

\n “Hello, slave.” I said.

\n “Hello, Master Crowley.”\nLeanne said, breathlessly. She sounded turned on, and I wondered just\nwhat she was doing at the other end of the phone. “Will the needles\nreally be red hot?”

\n “Yes.” I said.

\n “Where will you use\nthem?”

\n “Wherever I want to\nthrust them.” I said. “I will definitely pierce your tits with\nthem. I have not decided just where else I will put them. I might\nforce them under your fingernails, like they do in some evil regimes.\nI might put them in your pussy mound, one after the other. Imagine\nthat.”

\n I could tell from her heavy\nbreathing that she was imagining just that. I was almost certain that\nLeanne was naked, and frigging her pussy as she talked to me. The\nprospect of red hot needles had obviously entered her fantasies.

\n “I will almost certainly\nend the session by forcing a red hot needle down into the centre of\nyour clit.” I said. “I know how it craves punishment.”

\n I heard a muffled scream\nfrom Leanne, She had just cum, I guessed. Then, in a shaky voice:

\n “I’ll be there at seven\ntomorrow night.”

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\nThe fact is that, almost for\nas long as I can remember, the fantasy of a person being tortured\nwith red hot needles has been one of my biggest turn ons. It is not\nsomething which I had ever seen before in real life. The nearest that\nI got was the film version of The\nImage, based on the\nbook by Jean de Berg. In that French film there is a brief scene\nwhere the female submissive is pricked by the end of heated needles.\nBut that was as far as it went.

\n They are mentioned of\ncourse, in my stories Joanne\n3 and Paris\n1944. As Joanne 3\nwas written for Leanne I was hoping that it wasn’t too big a\nsurprise that I wanted to use them in real life.

\n Some of my favourite\nstories off the internet, from the FetLibrary and elsewhere, have\nmentioned the use of hot, glowing needles. I’m thinking of the like\nof stories such as A\nCellar Full of Screams,\nCrown of Torments,\nPapillon Rouge,\nChattel Castle and\nHouse of Slaves. Ah,\nsuch sadistic reading pleasures. But reading about doing something is\nnever like doing it for real. And, in another day or so, that was\nexactly what I would do.

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\nSaturday morning I got hold of\na gas ring, the sort that you might use if you went off camping. I\nmade sure that I had one which was sturdy, and which wouldn’t fall\nover. I had no desire to set my house on fire, and I could imagine\ndoing that with a blowtorch. I made sure that it had a plate where I\ncould rest the metal part of the needles. I had some bodkins with\nwooden handles. I couldn’t use normal needles, as I wouldn’t be\nable to pick them up. But bodkins would be fine.

\n Leanne knocked on my door\nat one minute to seven. I kept her waiting for a few minutes before\nopening the door. Then I relented and let her in.

\n Leanne was kneeling on my\ndoorstep. She was naked apart from a leather collar, fishnet\nstockings and suspenders. That was the way that she had to drive to\nmy house. My house was set back from the road, with high hedges.\nLeanne could not easily be seen. But I knew that was not the case\ngoing down from her apartment to her car. I guessed that she had to\nbe careful, or she would give people an eyeful. And that was the\npoint. I took pleasure in such games of humiliation. It wasn’t all\nabout the pain. Maybe in future I could have Leanne write on her body\nin markers before she came out, maybe something like PAINSLUT across\nher ample chest. It was an idea.

\n “In.” I said. She\ncrawled inside. “Playroom. Crawl.”

\n Leanne did not speak, but\ncontinued to crawl on all fours. She had become increasingly\nsubservient with each visit to see me. I followed her as she crawled\nup the stairs, her big arse swaying from side to side, her nipples\nbrushing the treads and risers as she ascended. But I could break her\nfurther, make her even more submissive to me. Today would be a test\nof, pain-wise, just how far I could push her.

\n She crawled along the\npassage to the playroom, the site of so much pain in the few months\nthat I had known Leanne. She had been whipped, many times, all over\nher body. She had had candle wax dripped on her breasts and pussy.\nShe had had me use a violet wand on her (on a low setting). She had\neven taken my fist in her arsehole. But this was the first time for\nneedles – and they would be red hot.

\n “Get on the bed.” I\nsaid.

\n Leanne climbed onto the\nbed, on her back. She could guess where the needles would be headed.\nI wasn’t going to be sticking them in her arse, although I bet that\nI could have got dozens in there. \n

\n “I have a request, Master\nCrowley.” Leanne said, as I manacled her tightly in a spread-eagle.\nI put a big cushion beneath her but to raise that section of her body\nslightly.

\n “What?” I asked,\nsuspiciously. I hoped that she wasn’t about to ask me to go easy on\nher. I didn’t do easy.

\n “I want to be gagged.”\nLeanne said. “Just for this session. It is the only way that I will\nbe able to take it, and I want to take it, master.”

\n Leanne’s safeword was\nquitter.\nUsing it would have ended the session and, I had warned her, the\nrelationship (but that was probably not the case, as masochists like\nLeanne were exceedingly rare). I should have said no, and refused to\ngag her. But, in my defence, I had been looking forward to using red\nhot needles on a real person for so long that I was not using my\nbetter judgement.

\n “Alright, just this once.\nBut once the gag goes in it stays in until the session is complete,\nno matter what noises you make.”

\n “Yes, Master Crowley.\nThank you, Master Crowley.”

\n I had a red plastic gag,\nwhich I had never used on Leanne before. I tied it as tightly as\npossible. There was no way that Leanne could get it out. And there\nwas no way that I could understand anything which she might try to\nsay.

\n I had to say, chained out\nin an X, her arms and legs as tight as I could get them, with the red\ngag visible in her mouth, Leanne looked really sexy. Really suitable\nfor torture. She was any sadist’s dream. But she was not quite\nright.

\n I had some flexible rubber\ntubing. I tied a piece of it tightly around the base of Leanne’s\nleft breast, and then around the right. Tied off tightly, it would\ntrap some of\nthe blood in Leanne’s big tits, causing them to darken and bulge\nout. They looked like a pair of small footballs on her chest. I had\nused the rubber tubing on a submissive before, albeit not on Leanne,\nand I knew that there was enough give in the rubber that the blood\nflow would not be completely stopped, risking nasty things like\nnecrosis. But, from what I had heard, it made the breasts feel a hell\nof a lot more sensitive.

\n I set up the gas ring, and\ndozens of bodkins with wooden handles. Leanne stared at the bodkins\nwhich, soon enough, would be piercing her defenceless flesh. She made\nsome noises into her gag. I think that the needles were maybe a\nlittle longer than she had been expecting. Well, it was too late now.\nThere was no going back.

\n I didn’t turn on the gas\nring yet, as I had a few other preparations, and I didn’t want to\nleave it unattended. I went into my bedroom, and got out a uniform\nwhich I had bought some time ago, with the thought of using it in our\ngames. It was the uniform of a member of the Nazi S.S, all black and\nsevere. It was not the sort of thing you could take to your local dry\ncleaners. I had bought it at the same time as a had-cranked electric\nshock machine, which I had not yet got to use on Leanne.

\n I knew that Leanne was into\nthe idea of interrogation scenes, so I had thought it was ideal for\nour games. When I walked back into the playroom wearing it I was\nrewarded with the exact right response, her eyes almost bugging out\nof her head.

\n I turned on the gas, making\nsure that only the metal part of the bodkins would be exposed to\nheat, and not the wooden handles. \n

\n “So, Fraulein,” I said,\nin a very bad faux\nGerman accent (I had got Unclassified at school – I will spare you\nthe double U’s pronounced as V’s.). “This is where I would\nnormal say that we have ways of making you talk. But the fact is that\nwe do not need you to talk. One of you allied spies has given you all\nof the information we need. I do not need to know anything that you\nknow. All that you need to do is to suffer.”

\n I kept my eyes on the\nneedles as I gave my soliloquy. It was just to build a little\natmosphere, and to use up some time as the needles heated. I wasn’t\njust going to sit down and wait for them to warm up. That would have\nbeen a boring thing to do.

\n “Know this, that over the\nnext few weeks you will know the agonies of the damned. You will be\nkept alive for as long as possible, while every part of your body is\ntortured for our amusement. There will be no help coming for you.\nThere will be no rescue, and there will be no mercy. Only if you\naccidentally die under torture will there be the possibility of\nescape. But know this – we are very good at what we do. In one\ncellar there is a Jewish girl called Magda. We have kept her alive\nfor the past three years, and tortured her every day. She is, of\ncourse, quite insane. Let us see how long your sanity holds out.”

\n Thankfully, the needles\nwere already beginning to glow, as I was running out of things to\nsay. I went over to the gas, and turned it down, so that the needles\nwould keep their heat, but not end up going white hot.

\n I picked up the first\nneedle. I sat on the bed, beside the stretched out Leanne. She did\nnot look at me. All of the attention was on the red hot needle.

\n I didn’t force it into\nher bulging breasts, but just used the end of it to prick the skin,\nlike I had seen in the movie The\nImage. I heard\nLeanne gasp into the gag. It almost sounded like pleasure. \n

\n I kept up just pricking her\nbreasts with the end of the glowing needles for around half an hour,\nreturning the bodkins to the heat when they stopped glowing. I left\nlots of tiny little marks all over Leanne’s tits. Then I got a\nlittle bored of that particular activity. I sat between Leanne’s\nlegs. She stared at me when I changed position, trying to plead with\nher eyes. But there was not to be any mercy. Not today.

\n I used the needles to prick\nher hairless pubic mound, in the same way that I had her tits. I did\nnot go anywhere near her labia or clit, though. I was saving those\nfor later. I had already decided that her clit was to be the climax\nof the evening, so to speak.

\n After some twenty minutes\nof making the tiniest of burn marks on her\nmons I decided that\nthe intro was over, and that it was time to get to the main event. I\nchanged needles, and sat on the bed beside her again. I grabbed her\nleft breast, and slowly pushed the glowing needle into her tit meat.\nThis was no surface piercing, going shallow under the skin, but down\ntowards the centre of her breast. She went rigid with pain, almost as\nI might have expected from running an electric shock through her. I\ndid not stop pushing until the wood of the bodkin’s handle was\ntouching her skin.

\n She was screaming into the\ngag, and sweating, shaking her hard from side to side. All that I did\nwas to get up, get another needle, and sit down on the other side of\nthe bed. She shook her head\nno, but I ignored\nher. It was she who had asked to be gagged, after all.

\n I carried on, pushing hot\nmetal into her tits, needle after glowing needle, cooking the inside\nof her flesh. To her credit she did not faint. I think that anybody\nelse would have.

\n Then I picked up a bodkin\nand held it with the end just touching her nipple. I had pushed ones\ndown into each breast in a ring a round each areola. But I had not\ndone her nipples yet. I had read stories with people having their\nnipples pierce with red hot needles, from side to side. But that was\nnot the way in which this needle was going in.

\n “This one is going deep.”\nI told her. “It is glowing red hot. It will cook the inside of your\nnipple, and then carry on down, into your milk ducts, cooking them\nfrom the inside. Your tits are going to be ruined after this. But\nthere is no mercy. You will be tortured for the rest of your life.”

\n With some difficulty I\nforced the needle directly down into her nipple and breast. I did not\nstop until the wood of the bodkin touched the skin of her nipple.

\n It was when I did her other\nnipple that Leanne fainted for the first time.

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\nI took a break just then. The\nfact was that I was so turned on that I was about to cum in my S.S.\ntrousers, and I had not even touched my cock, the whole evening.

\n I had a very cold shower,\nuntil my erection subsided. I got myself a sandwich. Then I returned\nto the playroom, to finish off the needle torture of Leanne.

\n She had recovered\nconsciousness, which was good. There is no point in torturing an\nunconscious slave. I got another needle, and sat at the end of the\nbed, between her legs. It was time to pierce her cunt.

\n I ignored Leanne shaking\nher head. She had chosen to be gagged, as I reminded her. I started\noff with her mound of Venus, forcing the hot needles into it, until I\nhad only three needles left.

\n I picked up another red hot\nneedle. I stretched out her left labia, and forced the needle\nlengthwise down into it. More screams around the gag.

\n “Only two left.” I\nsaid. Her ordeal was only over.

\n I then did the same with\nher right labia. the flesh scouted by heat and the sharp needle/ \n

\n “Last one.” I said.

\n I pulled back Leanne’s\nclitoral hood with the fingers of my left hand. Her clit stood up,\nred and proud, the size of a cherry tomato. I forced the needle down\ninto the clit, and through it, down into her body, as far as it would\ngo. Leanne fainted for the second time.

\n I waited for Leanne to\nrecover consciousness, taking off my S.S. uniform in the interim. Her\ncunt, of course, was dripping wet. It had been the whole evening,\ndespite the mind-destroying torture to which I had subjected her. On\none level she had enjoyed it.

\n When she was conscious I\nfucked her, entering her cunt for the first ever time. I fucked her\nhard, lying on her, my body forcing the needles even further into her\nbody, if that was possible. It did not take me long to spurt inside\nher.

\n I got off her. More screams\nas I took out the needles in her clit, cunt and breasts. I undid the\ntubing from the base of her tits, letting them return to their normal\nstate. But I did not take the needles out of her nipples yet.

\n “Leanne, I am going to\nleave those two needles in you.” I said. “Consider them to be a\nreward, not a punishment. I want you to drive home with them still\ndeep inside your breasts. When you get home you are to send me a\nselfie of them still inside you.”

\n I took out the gag. Leanne\nlooked exhausted.

\n “Thank you, Master.”\nshe muttered, as I undid her restraints. I let her stagger out of\nthere and down to her car.

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\nI got my selfie a couple of\nhours later, of a smiling Leanne showing off her tortured tits in her\napartment, the needles still buried in her nipples. As with all of\nthe selfies I stored them on my computer. I wondered, after such an\nintense session, where it would go from there.

\n I suppose that, looking\nback, it wasn’t a far stretch from a session where Leanne had not\nbeen able to use her safeword to her giving it up entirely.

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\nThe End.

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