Chapter 5: Bahir’s advice

When the candle was spent and his obstinate slave’s back and legs were covered with hardening droplets of wax, he took two thin, long needles and cleansed them over a fire. He grabbed her right nipple. Squeezed it. Caressed it. Licked and suckled it, chewing lightly but not quite biting. Looking up at her from below – her body tilted, hanging above him – Salim saw that the front of the sack was wet, probably drool seeping around the gag.

Holding back the needles for now, he caressed her labia while playing with her nipples. Despite the discomfort prolonged hanging in bondage must have been causing her, Horsetail’s body soon responded to his ministrations. She moaned softly. She whimpered pitifully. Playing with her left nipple with his fingers, Salim took careful aim with a needle. He hesitated. Was he getting too extreme? It felt like crossing another threshold – both scary and thrilling. Where would this road take him?

Finally, he took a deep breath and pierced the engorged nipple with the needle. As Horsetail buckled, he kept hold of the bleeding fleshy bud, using the needle protruding from either side of it as a handle, forcing the bound woman to stifle her thrashings if she wanted to avoid more pain.