A Little Pinprick Novels & Stories

“What does he guard?” Staring at her, my eyes stay open, fixed. "The truth," I say, voice low. Down goes my stare, toward the grimy threshold, where wood kisses cold rock. That small silver thing - her hairpin - lies hidden below, swallowed by damp shadows. Just a speck. Still true. I stumble, one palm pressing against my brow. The noise grinds through me - my legs give way without warning. A low groan escapes as the room pulses around me.

agonizing pain. It felt as if I had fallen into a cactus, and my heart has been punctured a million times over by tiny long ass pins. It stings at first, but now as I gained my breath... it felt as if they’ve left me numb—not even slightly painful, just numb. I was not bleeding yet, but somehow I knew that after I slowly start to pull these foreign objects out, one by one, the blood will come gushing out.

he says in a sad voice, I get what he means if this place wasn't kink-friendly we'll all have to hide a big part of ourselves behind closed doors. I once read a story, it's called littles academy, a world where everyone is either sub or dom, and littles are regular and real things, I loved that book and the author is awesome. But sadly outside of this company walls showing my little self would be a big mistake people would judge and talk badly about you.

She moaned louder. He smirked. Her nipples were very sensitive to touch. "Lance…please…stop…" She panted and he chuckled the more kissing her neck line. "I like it when you moan my name like that. Call it some more" He whispered into her ears as he played with her nipple the more, pinching and squeezing at it.

It slides over my hip, across my stomach, circles my belly button, then moves lower. “Don’t move,” he says softly. The first prick is just above my hipbone… sharp, quick, and gone… but it leaves the skin pulsing. Before it can fade he gives me another, deeper this time... on the inside of my thigh. My toes curl into the mattress. He runs the tip over the swell of my breast slowly enough that I can guess where it will land. The sting comes right at the edge of my nipple, sharp enough to make me cry out.

Now, my claws can be that protective shield for someone else. My gaze flicks sharply toward Vivian, who had just reached the high metal bus steps, all smug alpha confidence and swinging hips. A cold smirk tugugs at the corner of my lips. With a swift flick of my fingers, a tiny silver needle slips out into the forest air, completely invisible to every eye around the vehicles. A beat later, Vivian lets out a startled, high-pitched shriek as the silver pricks his leg, and his body goes crashing backward off the bus steps.

Every second counted, and Anita was counting on me. With a sharp intake of breath, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small pin, silently thanking myself for keeping it on hand. I worked quickly, gently probing the lock, each click sending a jolt of adrenaline through me. Finally, the lock gave way, and I opened the compartment to reveal…a small, leather-bound diary.

The tiny needles grazing my skin provoke more moans. The pinwheel is now in play, intensifying my moans, and the whip's sting on my ass elicits screams. As he presses the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip strikes again. "Blue", I utter, my mind overwhelmed. I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word.

I don’t want to go straight to the limit again. The piercing of the needle makes me moan, memories flashing through my mind of the last time. The cross of the needles when he pushed it was like endorphins released and I nearly came on the spot. The pierce of the second needle makes me moan, my body screaming for him to push on them. Waiting, my breathing getting faster, the feel of the small needles running across my skin makes me moan. He’s using the pinwheel. My moans get louder. The sting of the whip across my ass makes me scream as he pushes the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip hitting again.

“We found the print of wolf’s paws on your arm soaked with blood.” It was only then that it became all clear to me. I was wearing away from consciousness because I had a deep wound, and not a tiny pin prick. I was about to sleep after taking the pain from pin prick, as I normally do to clear my inner pain and my head before going out from my room, when suddenly the pin prick became so painful, that I had to hold my arm close to my sleeve for the pain was so much.