I feel the burn and press the wand more firmly against my clit.
“They can come off as soon as you come.”
The wooden clothespins are fastened to my nipples, but it isn’t enough. After a week of this I’d grown accustomed to them and I found a way to level up. Now, the pins are firmly secured by the metal tong-like nipple clamps. I tug at the chain and my nipples burn.
“That’s it. Spread those whore legs. Show everybody. They can all see everything.”
The pain is distracting and it’s harder to drive the orgasm onto the ledge. I move the wand around. Spread my legs wider.
“We could make it more interesting for them. Shove this dildo into your ass and make you hold it.”
I squirm. Tug.
“That’s it. Just come for me and off they come.”
The moan escapes me and echoes against the papered walls. “Just look at how beautifully you suffer.”
The build begins. The burn gives way to pleasure. Tug. Tug.
My knees quiver. My thighs spread wide. My pulse echoes in my head.
“That’s it. Come for me. Give it to me.”
As soon as it’s over the burn returns. I remember that it hurts. I drop the vibrator, still running and carefully remove the clamps and the pins. My release stings then becomes sweet again.
I reach back down and turn off the vibrator. It’s not much of a fight when the sleep takes over. I’m barely aware that it’s arrived.
A “goodnight” text rolls in.
“I was just thinking about you,” I text back with a sleepy smile.
Erotic fiction writer. Phi (pronounced “fee”) came into kink at early age and renewed her connection with the lifestyle in 2014 after a decade-long hiatus. A somewhat popular and undeniably avid blogger on fetlife.com under the name phi-is-me, she lives in the suburb of a suburb in southern California with two cats and six pillows.