I decorated her earlobes, I trailed them down her stomach, along her upper arms, and between her thighs, which were quite damp.I decorated her earlobes, I trailed them down her stomach, along her upper arms, and between her thighs, which were quite damp. I knelt in front of her pussy and inhaled her moist aromas. I playfully flicked my tongue across her clitoris, and she responded by swaying her hips. When I determined that she had received enough pleasure, without removing my tongue, I quickly snapped another clothespin on her labia. She was now groaning furiously through her gag but I went ahead and added a few more. She was beginning to look scared. That was what I wanted - I wanted her to take me seriously. I reached for my whip handle and used it to stir the pins, causing her to pull more at the chains in an attempt to avoid the torture. I rustled the clothespins from one end of her body to another. She looked so pathetically funny, I couldn't resist, so I took a few Polaroid pictures. "For posterity", I told her, as I carefully locked them away. Then I reluctantly began removing the clothespins, one by one. As I unclasped each pin, I gently rubbed the swollen area beneath. At one point, I had to unfasten the gag so I could hear the sounds she was making. Her breathing came fast and hard as I massaged her skin. My fingers were soaked as I removed the clothespins between her thighs; fondly I ran them through her genitalia. "Make me come", she demanded. "Beg!" I replied. She grew red in the face. I loved it. She was so frustrated she was ready to burst. I was getting to this dominant - I was humiliating her. |