legs straight.
“Sit on the stool.” He was giving short commands, but his voice held a softness that comforted her.
Jessica slid onto the stool, keeping her hands folded in her lap and her feet on the lower bar of the stool. She watched him open the cloth bag and pour colored clothespins onto the table. She chewed the inside of her lip while watching him sort them into colored groups—green, blue, red, and white.
“Doing laundry?” she attempted a joke.
He grinned up at her from over his shoulder and continued with his work. Finally finished, he stood up and pulled a thick, black strip of fabric from the back pocket of his jeans.
“No laundry, but remind me later to tell you about what a friend did with his submissive and some clothespins when she kept forgetting to do the laundry.”
He played with the fabric in his hand, and she shifted in her seat. “We are going to play a memory game. I’m going to place these clothespins on your breasts. When I do so, I will tell you what color I’m placing. Your job is to remember what color is where. Then I’ll ask you to tell me what color a particular pin is. If you remember right, pleasure will be yours. If you get it wrong, the pin will be removed unpleasantly.”
Her face paled as he explained the game. “It will hurt,” she stated the obvious.
“Yes, but only a little. My intention isn’t to injure you. It’s to play.” He ran the back of his hand down the length of her nose.
She found the action oddly comforting.
“You’ll see. The good and bad mix together, until you aren’t really sure where one stops and the other begins and then it all just feels good.” His smile was reassuring.
“Okay.” She nodded and closed her eyes. He tied the fabric tightly behind her head. Her breathing became deep and controlled.
“This one is blue.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her right breast and pinched the skin before placing the clothespin.
She sucked in her breath at the sensation of the pin pinching her.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear and reached for another pin. “This one is white.” He placed another kiss to the outside of her left breast and again pinched the skin and placed the pin.
She took a deep breath, calming herself.
“Not so bad, right?” He ran his hand over her hair.
“No, I guess not,” she answered. In truth, she’d expected her breasts to be in a fit of pain. It was surprising how gentle he was being and how although the pressure of the pins was uncomfortable she wasn’t in any serious pain. His words acted as a safety blanket, every encouraging word giving her the will to go on.
He continued to apply several more pins to her breasts. Each time kissing the spot he was to apply it first. By the time he was done, an array of colors spread over both breasts.
“I wish I could take a picture of you like this. You really don’t know how hot this looks on you.” He spoke into her ear, a slow, deep voice that made her squirm in her seat.
The game, his voice, and the sensations all mingled together making her cunt slippery, the juices gathering on her thighs.
“Spread your legs.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs.
She complied and was rewarded with his fingers stroking her. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as he continued to slowly pet her.
“You are so wet already.” He kissed her ear. “But we still have to take these off.” She could hear the evil grin in his voice.
“There are so many.” She groaned.
“There are only five.” He chastised her and lifted her breasts up in his hands.
She felt him watching her as he let go, and the bounce of her breasts made the pins jiggle and create more pressure on each one. She grimaced at the new sensation rushing through her. His hands played with one of the pins, and she tried to remember the color.
“What color is this one, Jessica?” he asked as he flicked the pin.
“Blue!” she called out as the memory struck her.
“Are you
“Sit on the stool.” He was giving short commands, but his voice held a softness that comforted her.
Jessica slid onto the stool, keeping her hands folded in her lap and her feet on the lower bar of the stool. She watched him open the cloth bag and pour colored clothespins onto the table. She chewed the inside of her lip while watching him sort them into colored groups—green, blue, red, and white.
“Doing laundry?” she attempted a joke.
He grinned up at her from over his shoulder and continued with his work. Finally finished, he stood up and pulled a thick, black strip of fabric from the back pocket of his jeans.
“No laundry, but remind me later to tell you about what a friend did with his submissive and some clothespins when she kept forgetting to do the laundry.”
He played with the fabric in his hand, and she shifted in her seat. “We are going to play a memory game. I’m going to place these clothespins on your breasts. When I do so, I will tell you what color I’m placing. Your job is to remember what color is where. Then I’ll ask you to tell me what color a particular pin is. If you remember right, pleasure will be yours. If you get it wrong, the pin will be removed unpleasantly.”
Her face paled as he explained the game. “It will hurt,” she stated the obvious.
“Yes, but only a little. My intention isn’t to injure you. It’s to play.” He ran the back of his hand down the length of her nose.
She found the action oddly comforting.
“You’ll see. The good and bad mix together, until you aren’t really sure where one stops and the other begins and then it all just feels good.” His smile was reassuring.
“Okay.” She nodded and closed her eyes. He tied the fabric tightly behind her head. Her breathing became deep and controlled.
“This one is blue.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of her right breast and pinched the skin before placing the clothespin.
She sucked in her breath at the sensation of the pin pinching her.
“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear and reached for another pin. “This one is white.” He placed another kiss to the outside of her left breast and again pinched the skin and placed the pin.
She took a deep breath, calming herself.
“Not so bad, right?” He ran his hand over her hair.
“No, I guess not,” she answered. In truth, she’d expected her breasts to be in a fit of pain. It was surprising how gentle he was being and how although the pressure of the pins was uncomfortable she wasn’t in any serious pain. His words acted as a safety blanket, every encouraging word giving her the will to go on.
He continued to apply several more pins to her breasts. Each time kissing the spot he was to apply it first. By the time he was done, an array of colors spread over both breasts.
“I wish I could take a picture of you like this. You really don’t know how hot this looks on you.” He spoke into her ear, a slow, deep voice that made her squirm in her seat.
The game, his voice, and the sensations all mingled together making her cunt slippery, the juices gathering on her thighs.
“Spread your legs.” He dipped his fingers between her thighs.
She complied and was rewarded with his fingers stroking her. She couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as he continued to slowly pet her.
“You are so wet already.” He kissed her ear. “But we still have to take these off.” She could hear the evil grin in his voice.
“There are so many.” She groaned.
“There are only five.” He chastised her and lifted her breasts up in his hands.
She felt him watching her as he let go, and the bounce of her breasts made the pins jiggle and create more pressure on each one. She grimaced at the new sensation rushing through her. His hands played with one of the pins, and she tried to remember the color.
“What color is this one, Jessica?” he asked as he flicked the pin.
“Blue!” she called out as the memory struck her.
“Are you
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