The blend of pain and pleasure centered around my breasts is almost more than I can bear.
Master hands me the bag of clothespins and I wonder where to start. My breasts are so deliciously sore from his ministrations. One and Two… I clip to my left labia, Three and Four to the right. As the pain subsided, I place Five, Six, Seven I arrange around the nipple of my left breast. Eight Nine and Ten around the right. I’m pleased that I hadn’t missed a count but the pain has made me incredibly aware of the flesh being pinched. I return my hands to behind my neck presenting myself again, the clothespins standing out obscenely, I shift my legs wider to allow the lower four to hang, they hold me open, cool air grazing my clit. I quietly moan my body aching for more.