Clothespin - Chopstick Heaven

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I love how she can't take her eyes of the peg. And how he already has such a firm grip on her clit.
I've assumed when I've seen this image before that she is on an exam table with her lower legs in stirrups. Secured in place...so there is no squirming away from the pain clipping that clit is going to give her.
She is simultaneously craving that pain and dreading it.
How will this session change her?
Is this the moment she discovers she craves the pain? That she will come to beg for all kinds of pain.
 
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I both crave and dread this kind of play/punishment.

I love that it's been on her tongue long enough for drool to be dripping off of the peg. How long do you think that would take?

Seems like this should be one of the many options in response to a sub saying things they should never say to their Dom.

The extra wide collar while (presumably) otw naked amps up the hot af/controlling factor.
 
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I don't know which I enjoy more...

The way her eyes instantly go wide and the sounds of her cute little squeal followed by the sharp hiss of air through her clenched teeth when I attach the fierce little wooden clip to her most tender lady bits, or...

The way she looks up pleadingly into my eyes, her entire body squirming and writhing as she responds to the increasing intensity of the sensations flowing into her tender clit like electricity, or...

The resignation apparent in her facial expression as the previously-intense pain fades to a dull constant throb as the loss of blood flow temporarily numbs the nerves in her sensitive little erectile organ, or...

Her reaction to the cruel smile on my face, and her dawning awareness of what's coming next. The confliction and conundrum of her suffering—past, present, and future—written on her beautiful face is delightful. I can't help but to laugh softly, "Which is worse sweetheart? Shall I leave it on, or take it off now? It's your choice slut."

Her expression of indecision lingers for a few moments as she ponders the ramifications of each option. The way she bites her lower lip as she thinks makes my already fat cock even harder, if such a thing is even possible at this point.

Then she looks up at me with those impossibly beautiful feminine eyes, draws a deep breath, closes her eyes and whispers so quietly that I almost can't hear her. "Please take it off Sir."

or...

The Grand Finale—the explosion of sensation that occurs when I slide two of my large masculine fingers fully into her flowing honeypot before using my thumb and forefinger to massage the blood back into her tender clit. We both knew it was coming, but it's always surprising how the effect is instantaneous.

Her body jerks and writhes, and she squeals and screams and moans... and then her breath hitches into a series of half-gasps and grunts as her orgasm suddenly overtakes her. Her eyes roll back into her head as her hips and abdomen jerk and shake through a series of involuntary tremors.

It's an amazing thing to see and I can feel my fat cock throbbing insistently in my jeans as I watch her perform for me.

So in the end I don't have to choose which I enjoy more. I'll take them all. I always do. Because she's my good girl. 😘

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"Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by."
—Ovid
 
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