We went to dinner on the town and then caught an after drink in beautiful uptown hotel lounge. We sat by a dim but warm fire and ordered our drinks. He took two clothespins from his pocket, gave them to me and told me to go put one on each of my pussy lips. I wandered to find the bathroom with the clothespins in my hand, heart pounding in my chest with anticipation of the first feel of pain and excitement begin. As soon, I put the clothespins on the pounding in my chest slowed and my breathing changed, it is like morphine to my mind as the thoughts stopped racing. I calmly walked through the bar and took my seat beside him. We enjoyed our drinks and talked about anything that entered our thought space as the pain and wetness slowly increased in my panties. The pain and desire for him building, my body sinking closer to him, wanting him more as the pain grew. He reached under my dress and removed the clothespin right there at our table, paying the bill as our car arrived to take us back to his place.  The mix of food, drinks and pain making me feel so relaxed I sank into his hands in the back of the car.

Now, I was strung naked on top a rope between the French doors that lead to the bedroom. My arms tied behind my back, 5 clothes pins on and around the nipple of each of my breast and clover clamps dangling from my wet pussy lips. There was a heavy cup of coins that weighted the rope tightly between my legs, so the pressure on my clit only relented if I stood in exactly the right position for him.  Arched up on my tippy toes, as if dancing, while the knotted rope grinded tightly against my pussy with each movement I made. A fine shine of sweat building over my body as a potent mixture of pain and pleasure took my mind. I wanted him already, but he edged me through those hot moments until I needed him so badly. Leaning to him when he nears me, trying to catch his kisses, arching when he touches me, my mind screams for him while my body begs for him. He reminded me to ask for that kiss, "did you want your clothes pin?"

"Yes, I want that clothespin" I stuck my tongue out submission, truly desiring the clothespin he would place on it, the kiss and rush of wetness that would follow it.   

Tonight was his birthday, so I spent extra time preening his doll pretty just the way he likes. I wore a long elegant off white summer maxi dress with a pair of five inch heels and nothing else.

When I arrived the jazz was playing in the background. We sat on leather couch as he had a drink. I curled up close to him, showed him some affection and listened to him talk for a bit. After some small chat, he let me suck his dick while he enjoyed the sound of music and the taste of his drink. The sounds of his pleasure making way to my ears making me hornier and wetter as the moments passed. Eventually I crawled up his chest and tried to kiss him, but instead he pulled back saying “I know just the way I am going to tie you tonight”  

We adjourned from the living room for the evening and headed to the bedroom.

I lay on the bed where my hands were then fastened above my head. My thighs tied to my ankles. A loop placed snug around my neck, he pulled the rope taunt under the bed using the same rope to each leg to the side of the bed. He pulled up my dress and gave my pussy a good spanking to make sure I couldn't escape him. Assured I could not close my legs, nor struggle free, he looped elastics on the belt, slipped the belt around my waist, pulled the elastics tight against my pussy and fastened the belt securely to me. Pulling down the front of my dress slightly he fastened the clover clamps to each nipple, he pulled the dress back up to cover me but left the chain in reach.

I was aching for him, already dripping wet and ready, but his painful play hadn't even begun. He loves to make me whimper in pain and moan with pleasure all night for him. He pulled the elastics back, aimed directly for my clit, then looked me in the eye and said “Remember to say thank you Darling..” before releasing to hear me whimper.  

More later about how he fucked me with a brush..

*Subbie