Clothespin - Chopstick Heaven

"What was that sweetheart? I honestly can't understand a word you're saying. You mustn't mumble slut. You know you must always use your big girl words when you talk to me."

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Aaugh! Thir you know that talking thith way ith tho hard for me!"


Tears begin to form in the corner of her irresistibly cute little eyes. I can't tell if they're from frustration, or from the pain of the clothespins that she's been reluctantly sporting on her most tender bits for the past half hour.

No matter though. Either way she's adorable to me when she's like this.

"Thir! I thaid 'thank you thir for putting thethe clothethpinth on me. I know you think they make me look pretty for you thir. But they hurt!' Can you pleathe take them off me now?"

"I'm sorry baby, I still can't understand you. Let's try it again. This time try to talk more slowly so maybe I can actually understand you this time."


She stamps her petite foot in obvious frustration, rolls her eyes at me, and begins again.

And so it goes...

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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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Beginning my daily wooden clothespins session.....grabbing each tit as my huge pink nipple is bitten. An hour or two from now, the pain will be exquisitely sharp!! Mmmmmm.........crave the moment of release to begin the nipple pumping!
 
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Roasted my tits and plump nipples in the sun by the pool today....need some tweaking and twisting attention........PEG ME....SLAP....BITE ME!
 
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The end of the sequence featuring the simply wonderful Mz. Berlin in Bitchcraft 7 has on display some fine tongue kink featuring chopsticks, rubber bands, and a decorative iron railing. Very inspirational. 2009. (Yes, I have reached my 40s!)
 
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