Not many basements have a picnic table in them. Certainly not like hours. It has many hooks, straps and hooks attached so you can hold things however you desire.
Like me.
I was spread out awaiting her as yet unspecified pleasure. This was one of those times she’d put me in place and wandered off. Giving me a chance to wonder what would be happening to me that night.
She look radiantly happy when she returned. Sounds nice doesn’t it? The larger her smile the greater my trepidation at what new devilment I’d experience.
She had a white box in her hand.
“There you are plaything.” As if I could possibly be anywhere else.
“You remember that I told you that I didn’t think clothespins would be much fun? I started wondering if I was being close-minded and thought we’d give them a try.”
She lifted the box lid to reveal a collect of pale wooden clamps.
“I think I’ll start with the classic “¦ target.”
Quick as one two I winced as my nipples were pinched tight.
She paced about me looking as if she couldn’t decided which part of my body’s geography would be serve her purpose. Slowly she selected on spot after another about my chest and belly always giving me enough time to get used to one pin before planting another. Mercy? No. She loves to get the most out of anything she does.
“Damn, only two left. I should’ve bought two boxes, don’t you think? Ah, I think I know where they should go.”
I writhed as they cut into my foreskin.
She stepped back to admire her handiwork.
“You look like some sort of musical instruments, they look like keys”
Her hands ran above my body brushing against the ‘keys.’
“I guess these are knobs.”
She twisted the pins on my nipples back and forth as if she were tuning in a radio station. After much working I guess she found her channel.
“I bet I know how to get the high note.”
I was surprised when she pulled the gag out of my mouth. Even though I knew she wouldn’t give a damn I whimpered, maybe one day that would work.
When I felt her tug on the pins attached to my penis I screamed. She pinched my nose and shoved the gag back in.
“I thought that would hit the high note.”
“I’ve read that taking clothespins off is even more stimulating than putting them on.”
I lived through the truth of that twenty-odd times as the pins came off.
——–
Originally posted 2012-10-12 06:49:34.
Mistress Girlfriend Has Fun With Clamps
Female Led Relationships - F/m Fiction, Male Chastity, Feminization Stories, Female Domination Erotica, Femdom Photographs