*waves to everybody*

I’ve got another update! After the events in the first one, I was instructed to go out and buy more clothespins. I had gone to a few stores, but had found some yesterday. Of course I made the mistake of actually buying them over my lunch hour. For the rest of the day, I was squirming and distracted and tingly in my nether regions.

After the fun times with the first clothespin, the Domme and I talked and she mentioned that she is pretty convinced I am a masochist. For some reason, I didn’t want to admit to it, and kept protesting “but how can we know until I really experience more”. Yet, when I picked up the package of clothespins in the store, my reaction was “Oh this is going to hurt” and promptly went to pay for them. At no point, did I consider not buying them or after finding them putting the package down and fibbing that I couldn’t find any. Well, after spending a few hours at work squirming in my chair and my reaction to picking up the package, I started to realize I should probably stop protesting.

And so last night I found myself on my bed, on the phone and webcam with her. I was wound up and nervous, cause I thought that it was going to hurt as much as it did the other night, with the single clothespin on my nipple. Of course she settled me down and went slowly until I eventually had what seemed to be a forest of clothespins on my inner thighs, one on each of my nipples and another one beside each of the nipple clothespins. I wasn’t expecting them to move and wiggle with each of my movements (like all of my giggling, which seems to be my reaction to new things). It didn’t hurt nearly as much as I thought it would, and I was really really wet. And I came hard when I was allowed to. For me, clitoral orgasms are harder to have really good ones than g-spot ones. But this time, it was a big one and I squirted a lot (which doesn’t usually happen from clitoral orgasms). So once I could think again, I realized two things: a) I think I like the pain of clothespins and b) oh damn the nipple ones are hurting even more now. *giggles*

lol and after that, she and I had a talk where I admitted I may be a masochist….and she started to wonder if I’m a painslut! She’s reserving judgement on that until we go through some more tests, which I’m trying not to guess what they may be. I know I’ll find out and probably sooner rather than later.

One thing I did want to ask the crowd out there: is there a trick to putting clothespins on oneself? I kept trying to, but they kept popping off. Was I just being chicken about putting them on myself, or is there a magic ratio of how much skin to grab to get them to stay on? As much fun as giggling together about the clothespin malfunctions was, I’d like to be able to be able to put them on easier, because I think the humour of that only has a limited lifetime.

Thanks for reading!