Awash with pleasure Magpie felt her mistresses hands slide to down her soft silky skin to the slickness between her legs and bit down on her full rose-coloured lower lip to keep from displeasing with a grateful moan, still blissfully unaware of the danger glinting mere inches above her. Gasping with joy as her mistresses fingers went to work on both breast and clit she was only thankful for the hot flush of warmth spreading through her being as her aroused flesh pandered to her mistress' whim.<br/><br/>But the hint was enough. In the quiet moment between Mistress Xanyelle's words penetrating the fog of her pleasure-strewn thoughts and the moment the needles slipped through her softly awakened sensuality a warning flared. It was what saved her from the needles on the carefully watching lap bellow her.<br/><br/>But it did not save her from the shock of the torment. The hot lancing the pain of needles made her body convulse, arching in an attempt to dislodge such attackers. She cried aloud, her shocked agonised cry ripping through the murmured conversation and occasional echo of skin of skin in the rest of the room. For her there were only two people alive in the universe.<br/><br/>Her cry turned into a shivering whimper as her body came down from the elegant arch it had performed and sank downwards, stopping with a jerk of swift remembrance mere inches from the shining silver points arrayed bellow, quivering, the needles already in her flesh waving like perverse banners.<br/><br/>A small single tear of blood slipped from the silvery needle positioned through her the gentle skin of her clitoral hood and ran down her sex, staining a burgandy trail as it did so.<br/><br/>Magpie stammered through a ritual thanks to her mistress and strained to keep her precarious position, sweat springing along her hairline with the effort...