Barely A Bruise

There are a lot of things which Master and me do which I wouldn’t trust other people to do with me immediately.  We’ve gotten to the place we’re in dynamic wise with lots of trial and error, and lots of fun. Little bits of trust are gathered up over time until they are big enough to move onto the next thing.

What happened to me recently was proof to me that Master and me have come further than I ever thought possible.

While I have long wanted to try some blood play with Master, I never really dreamed that we would have the opportunity to try vein punctures.  In all honesty, while Master wanted to learn vein punctures, he was a but nervous about how he might feel watching someone put needles in veins. With some instruction, a demo, a vein puncture kit, and a handy instructive nurse nearby I found myself rolling up fishnetted arm and preparing for something…  Unlike anything I ever thought I’d be doing, with anyone actually, ever.

My endorphins were in a really good place, and I felt the first thumpity thump of my heart as I prepared for the needle.  I felt the tourniquet applied a bit on the loose side to my arm.  Normally in an ER or doctor’s office the tourniquet is applied very tightly, and I am unlucky enough to be bruised to Hell and maybe not even find a vein that day.  Master had no experience with needles. If an ER doc or Phlebotomist has bad luck, surely he would too.

Master was very calm looking on the outside, though I wonder if he was nervous internally.  He found a vein and plunged the needle gently inside, having to poke around a bit as the vein was rolling away somewhat.

I breathed, and found that my adrenaline was rushing like mad mainly due to the sharp sensation, and the fear that this time would not be successful.  With a small bit of needle repositioning, the vein was struck, and red liquid gold was filling a small vial.

We both smiled at each other.  We had done it!

Master pulled the tourniquet off, and taped some gauze to my arm.  He told me how very proud of me he was and that he couldn’t wait to do that again.

For someone who has horrendous blood draws by professionals, this felt amazing to me.  My Master is so very wonderful.  Maybe Master can give those ER nurses some pointers.

As I sit here typing this, Master is sitting in his leather chair with a mango and a scalpel, practicing for when he is ready to do cutting scenes with me.  I guess I underestimated how much he’d enjoy blood play after seeing some demos of it.


Is It Just Me, Or Does He Have A Really, Really Big Smile On His Face For Someone With A Scalpel In Their Hands?

14 thoughts on “Trust

        1. @Gaspar Oh, it was just a silly quote from a Family Guy episode. Peter went to the doctor and got a prostate exam, and it was all “black and white and grainy” because he was scared and hated the exam. 🙂 I wasn’t knocking your age. I swear.

          Stretch what?

          1. @Gaspar I love you, but I sometimes can never follow you. 😉

            I was trying to say that I didn’t think it looked that bad (just a minor bruise), but wasn’t sure if it looked scary to you, since you mentioned the horror movie? 😉 But, it’s all good.

  1. Bahaha I do tend to be frustratingly confusing at times. My girl accuses me of it once in a while. I was actually referring to the second picture the whole time. The fiend holding the scalpel with evil in his eyes. I should have been more specific.

    1. @Gaspar AH HA! 😀 Of course, I’m also just slow at times. I will say that watching practise on things makes me a bit squeemy inside. I keep imagining the mango as being me, and as I’ve never had a scalpel on me.. It’s a bit scary. (A good scary though!)

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