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.

“You’ve already been through enough.” Before I could argue, she grabbed a small pin from the tray nearby, pricking her own finger without hesitation. I frowned. “Winnie…” “It’s fine,” she said quickly, already pressing her finger to a piece of cloth, carefully writing a short message. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she worked, making sure it was clear enough. When she finished, she set it where it would be seen. “There,” she murmured. I stared at it for a second, my chest tightening slightly at the thought of Zane reading it… but I pushed that aside.

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.

"Just a little..." "It'll sting a bit, so bear with me."

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

"What's wrong, my Lady?" "I think I dropped something," I said, stepping closer. "A small silver pin. We were talking earlier, remember? It must have fallen then. It's very tiny—has a little blue stone on it." Bren glanced down at the floor, squinting. "A pin? I didn't see anything fall, my Lady. Are you certain you had it with you?"

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.

There was a cloud on the card, and on top of the little cloud, there was a small smiley face. So many places were burned, but this cloud, fortunately, remained intact. I pinched the burnt area and the sticky bloodstains. Aliana suddenly cried. She suddenly remembered that she had said it when she was little. She liked this hairpin so much just because she liked this cloud.

Two tiny dots flashed red just below my ear. My breathing quickened as I ran my fingers over them, careful not to hurt myself, but, surprisingly, it didn't hurt. No matter how much I tried rubbing them off. It was like a ghost of a wound: there but not really there. My frown deepened when I turned away from the mirror, my body feeling lighter, more energetic. My fingers traced down to my chest, right above my heart where the continuous pinch of a pain haunted me for so long, but now, gone. I could breath freely.