Clothespins

I could tell from the smell as soon as I opened the door. She’d been looking at porn and masturbating. I smiled. She was insatiable.

I closed the door quietly and crept through the house to the den. I could hear her from the door; her soft cries were dancing in my ears. I peeked around the corner and there she was in all her glory. She had pushed her computer chair out of the way and was on her knees on the floor. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open. I suspected they were closed and she was lost in her own world.

I gazed at her, my eyes drinking in the image. Her head was thrown back with her long, silky hair cascading down her back. She was slowly moving her head around and it was clear that if her eyes weren’t shut, they were at least glazed over. I briefly wondered what she was thinking about before the heaving of her chest made it clear. She must have been enormously turned on, as the gentle slope of her breasts ended in clothespins clamped to her pert nipples. She always preferred a little pain with her pleasure.

My eyes trailed further down and I could see her strong thighs pulsing rhythmically. They were not tensing quite as fast as the hand that was rapidly flying back and forth between them, but enough to bounce her up and down in time to her ragged breathing. The ends of still more clothespins were just visible and I knew she’d clamped them to her labia as well. I wondered idly if the motion of her hand as she furiously rubbed her clit caused them to tug and pull slightly, amplifying her pleasure.

Her free hand went to her chest and she began twisting and tugging on the clothespins while her movements became more frenzied. Her hips began thrusting involuntarily and her whimpered moans raised in volume. I smiled and watched the moment of her release, thoughts of what I would do to her dancing in my head. I waited until her body stopped shaking.

“HEY! What do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled at her.

Her startled eyes snapped open and swung around towards the sound of my voice. “I…uh…”, she fumbled, still not quite recovered.

I walked over and bent down to kiss her, then gently bit at her neck where it melds into her shoulder. She sighed and leaned back towards me, her hands reaching up to touch my face and hair. I slapped them away.

“Did I say you could touch me?”

My hand flew to her throat and I squeezed tightly. She gasped for air. I shoved, pushing her over backwards. She landed on her back, the little breath she had forced out sharply. 

I leaned my face in close to her, my voice low, “Did I say you could touch me?”

She shook her head slightly from side to side, her pursed lips unmoving.

“Then that makes you a bad girl, doesn’t it?”, I said.

I slowly reached for one of the clothespins adorning her nipples. I put my fingers in between the clothespin’s arms and spread them, forcing the jaws to bite into her already sensitive nipples.

She whimpered and quietly whispered, “yes”.

“What did you say?”, I kept the pressure on the little wooden arms, turning it so that it twisted her tender flesh.

“Yes,” she said, a quiver in her voice clearly showing that she felt the bite.

I closed my grip tightly over the jaws of the clothespin and began to pull her breast up and out with it.

“I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Yes!” she screamed and I released my hold, letting her supple mound fall back to her chest. Her beautiful flesh quivered enticingly.

“And what happens to bad girls?”, I said in a soft, deep growl.

“They get punished”, she replied meekly.

“Right!”, I shouted at her. I swung my hand out, smacking the other clothespin across the room, making sure the tip of my finger snapped her nipple like a whip in passing. I leaned in and kissed her. There was fire and passion, and towards the end, savagery, as I bit at her lips and tongue. I trailed down to her neck and turned my head sideways. I grasped her throat between my teeth and bit down hard enough for her to feel it. I held it long enough to feel her swallow, then I raised up to my knees, dragging my teeth on her skin.

“Stay”, I commanded.

I explored further down her body to see what else she had done with her little wooden toys. She had clipped four more to her outer labia, two to each side.

I tugged gently at each in turn.

“Does it hurt?”

“A little.”

I ran my fingers through her wetness, coating them with her lubrication, then flicked her clitoris a few times. She sucked her breath in and moaned slightly. An idea took shape in my head and I pinched and tugged her inner labia, encouraging them to relax and lengthen. I opened the clothespins to capture them as well, pinning them to her outer labia. I alternated between rubbing her clit a few times, then tugging and lightly slapping the clothespins, delighting in the sounds of pleasure and anguish she made. I quickly stood up and put my foot in the middle of her chest.

“Don’t move.”

I went into the other room and returned with duct tape.

“Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

I slowly drew out a strip of tape.

She shook her head no.

I put on my most incredulous look, “What?”

She shook her head again. “No tape down there.”

I don’t think she saw the slap coming as my body dropped toward her. The second slap landed before she’d even recovered from the first. 

“I said spread your legs, bitch!”

“No!” she yelped, pushing back at me.

I shifted position, putting my knee in the center of her chest, one hand on her throat and the other tangled in her hair. I let my weight rest there as I closed my grip on her neck and pulled her hair hard.

“Am I to understand that you’re refusing?”

“Ugh, please,” she coughed out, “Don’t use tape.”

“You said ‘please’. That’s a good start.”

She started to beg. I let her. In the end, it wasn’t going to matter anyway. I looked at her softly and a gentleness came over my features. I smiled. Then I hardened my expression and slapped her twice, forward and back. I paused, looking into her trembling eyes, then slapped her again, harder, just for emphasis. There is an art to slapping. The strike has to be tailored. Forward, the flats of your fingers on the softest part of the cheek, pushing so as to spin the head to the side, making it sting all without leaving any marks. A heavier hit might include the entire palm, but has to be loose and relaxed, or else it might as well be a punch. Backhand hits must be careful with the knuckles, lest you break the skin of the lip and draw blood.

My hand slid up to her jaw, gripping it cruelly and my fingers mushed her lips together. I dropped my voice to the lowest register I could muster.

“Spread. Your. Legs.”

I could see a tear well up and roll down her cheek from. I bent down and licked it, then put my lips to her ear.

“Do it”, I all but whispered.

I could feel her body shift under me and watched more tears well up and run down.

“Good girl”, I said as I kissed her forehead.

I got up and retrieved the tape, moving to squat between her legs. The clothespins stood straight out and I tore off a piece of tape. I pulled one taught and then lay it flat against her inner thigh. I secured it with the tape and repeated the process with the other three.

“Mmm…isn’t that pretty,” I commented. “Like a flower or butterfly pinned for display. Si, una mariposa.”

I raised my hand and lightly slapped at her clitoral hood. Her clitoris was sticking out a bit, and I remembered something she’d told me. I thrust my fingers inside her, not gently, but not really trying to hurt her. I wiggled them around, getting them nice and wet. I felt for that tell-tale texture change from smooth and slightly ribbed flesh to soft, spongy pad. I pressed in on it and vigorously rubbed back and forth on her g-spot and her stomach started trembling almost immediately. As I leaned forward between her thighs, blowing softly until I kissed her clitoris. I sucked it in my mouth, my tongue sliding all around it.

“Oh, oh, shit,…”

I sucked harder. My tongue danced and flickered, assaulting her from every angle. I pinched and rubbed gently at the base below the skin. I watched and listened carefully, adjusting to keep her rising toward climax. I continued sucking her clit until she screamed her orgasm. 

I didn’t even let her recover. I quickly gave her entire vagina several quick smacks, flicking my wrist for effect.

“Ow, fuck!”, her pleasure interrupted by sharp pain.

Before she had time to lose her arousal, I shoved my fingers back inside her, roughly, this time adding a third finger and massaging her inner sheath all around. I thrust in and out several times, then withdrew completely. She moaned in disappointment. I silenced her by shoving my fingers in her mouth.

“Clean them.”

While her tongue laved at my fingers, I found one of the cast off clothespins and clamped it back onto her bare nipple. I grabbed the other, pinching, twisting and tugging, watching her wince in pain. I enjoyed watching her, seeing the mixed sensations dance across her face. I decided to move to a more comfortable location. Standing up, I grabbed her hair and pulled her to her feet.

“Ow, oh, ouch”, she complained at the tape and clothespins.

“Shut up, whore”, I snapped.

I guided her to the bedroom and shoved her stomach up against the cast-iron foot railing of our bed. I released her hair and pushed her between the shoulder blades, forcing her to bend over the railing. My own erection had been impatiently waiting, and now it was time to reward it if only a little.

“Time for Daddy to have some fun.”

I rubbed the head against her opening, sideways back and forth several times. I started to push in, coating my cock with her wetness. I withdrew and moved it to her clitoris. I rubbed back and forth, eliciting more sounds of pleasure from her.

“Daddy’s little girl likes?”

“Mmmhh…”

I deemed it long enough and thrust into her as hard as I could. She let out a long guttural sound.

“Yes, that’s right. This is what you want, isn’t it, slut?”

She moaned and dropped slightly, the tension draining from her. I put one hand under her hips and pulled them back and up while grabbing her hair with the other. I fucked her hard and fast, bumping and nudging the clothespins clamped on her labia and taped to her thighs.

“Feel good, little girl?”

I could feel her cunt squeezing my shaft. I pulled out and she groaned at the sudden emptiness. I walked to the dresser, opened the top drawer, and grabbed one of our favorite toys, a thick buttplug. I ran it roughly through the folds of her pussy, then squirted our favorite silicone lubricant on it, coating it thoroughly. I circled it around her pink anus a couple of times and then shoved it in quickly. She screamed and I slapped her ass hard. I shoved my cock back into her and began thrusting hard, forcing her hips into the iron railing. The railing repeatedly rubbed against her pubis, grinding the sensitive mound of flesh above her clitoris. I fucked her like that for a few minutes, then started spanking her. I alternated cheeks at first, angling my hips to give me better access. As they began to pinken, I focused on one side. I spanked harder and faster until my own hand started stinging. I pulled back, grabbed her hair and pulled her around to the side of the bed.

Shoving her onto the bed, I climbed in after her. I grabbed her ankles and set them on my shoulders. Guiding my cock between the clothespins that held her open like a flower, I buried myself in a single thrust. I resumed fucking her hard and fast. She moaned steadily, punctuated by the sound of our flesh slapping together over and over. I rested more and more of my weight on her until our faces nearly touched, her body almost bent in half. I stretched forward to kiss her.

I pulled back slightly, tugging her lower lip with my teeth. I let her go.

“Since you like clothespins so much, I’m going to put a hundred of them all over you and pull them off one by one.”

She craned her neck up and kissed me hungrily. A few minutes more and I sat back on my knees. I grabbed her legs by the backs of her knees and opened them wide.

“Feel it. Feel how I penetrate you like a piece of meat on a spit.”

She reached down and her hands slid over cunt and cock.

“So you want to come?”

“Yes.” It was barely a whisper.

“Did you say something? I couldn’t hear.”

“Yes.” she said louder this time.

“Then beg.”

She had become quite good at it. She started meekly, progressing to needy, then desperate and finally becoming hysterical.

“Get yourself off.”

Her hand moved down and she slid two fingers alongside my shaft, slipping them inside herself. Coating them with her slickness, she found her clitoris and rapidly rubbed it. She was already so hot that she needed no warm-up. I moved in her slowly and shallow, feeling her inside as she rapidly pushed herself to the edge.

“Stop.”

She groaned and I humped in and out a few times.

“Go.”

She rubbed herself furiously.

“Stop.”

She whined loudly. I held still for a fifteen count.

“Go.”

Her hand moved so fast that I imagined that she might catch herself on fire. She arched her body, her head rolling back and her eyes fluttering until I could only see the whites of her eyes. She shook and cried out. Taking that as my queue, I started fucking her as hard as I could. I pounded into her, her legs flopping with each hard thrust. It was time for my own orgasm and I ran headlong towards it as fast as I could. A few minutes later and I could feel my balls start to boil. Faster and faster, harder and harder. She was alternately crying out for God and making long stretches of meaningless utterances. I thrust one last time and felt my stomach turn inside out. My eyes squeezed shut and my cock jerked with each pulse. It seemed to stretch out an eternity.

I slowed, breathing heavily. I looked down at her. Her head was lolling back and forth slowly, her eyes half-lidded and glazed. I withdrew from her and set her legs down. I crawled off the side of the bed and turned my attention to her adornments. I gently removed her clothespins from her nipples, then delicately pulled the tape from the insides of her thighs, being gentle with those clothespins as well. Easing the plug from her ass, I set everything aside and crawled back in bed. I sat up against the headboard and pulled her up and on top of me. I rested her head on my chest, leaned down to kiss the top of her head, and began stroking her hair. It would take her a little while to come back from the place she had been since before I’d even gotten home. It was a place that allowed her to dissolve her sense of self into complete submission and freely mix pleasure and pain until they became one. I continued to stroke her hair, arms and back while I waited for her mind to return to the same space that the rest of us exist in. I decided that I would draw her a warm bubble bath to soothe her sore skin. Despite how it might look from the outside, I loved her greatly. Our unconventional relationship allowed us both to satisfy deep needs within ourselves that could not otherwise be addressed. We both treasured these sessions. My mind drifted, looking forward to wonder what future adventures might hold. I knew that I was going to have to buy more clothespins.