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Pin-Up Girl

"No blindfold or hood today?" she asked cheekily.

"Oh no, not tonight, little slut. Tonight, I want you to watch everything."

"Mmmm, I'm intrigued, Master. But a bit nervous...there's a little edge to your voice that warns me you are up to something particularly devious."

He chuckled. "You can be sure that I am."

And with that, he dragged out a massive bucket of clothespins.

She gasped a bit. "Surely, you can't mean to use all of those?"

He just chuckled again and ignored the question. "Let's begin with the right nipple, shall we?"

He placed the clothespin on, tight and deep, and she sucked in her breath just slightly, as the first jolt of pleasure shot through her.

"And now the left," he said, as he placed the next clothespin. She smiled and moaned happily.

"Those moans are going to be cries before the evening is out, my little whore, I promise you that," he said while grinning wickedly at her and tracing a finger between her breasts. "I am going to make art out of you."

Her heart began to race in earnest at his words. They'd used clothespins before, and she loved them. But this bucket was simply...gigantic. It made her mouth run dry.

One-by-one, she found out his plan. He placed clothespins up and down in neat, careful lines, sometimes brushing them accidentally - and sometimes twisting and pulling them quite on purpose.

The more he placed, the more intense the sensation grew. He was right: by the time her torso was covered, she was beginning to cry out with each new pinch.

But he was not done yet. Not by far. The bucket was still half full, and now he had moved on to her arms. Then her legs. Her pelvis. Her labia.

Finally, he had covered every last bit of the front of her body except for her face and neck. He stood back to admire his artwork as she whimpered and writhed. "You are so beautiful, my little slut. How do you feel?"

She could barely speak. "So...intense...Master," she managed to get out. "So...good." Her skin was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and she had formed a puddle underneath her.

"Good," he said, in that quiet voice of his. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Not even close." He walked slowly over to his toy chest, deliberately taking his time to let her mind run wild. He appeared to take a couple of items out and placed them behind his back, where she couldn't see them.

He walked back and said, "I know how you enjoy scratchy things. What do you think of having something scratchy applied to all your tightly pulled skin?"

And he withdrew from behind his back what he had been hiding: a length of duct tape and a sharp dagger. He quickly placed the duct tape over her mouth before she could cry out. Her eyes widened in fear - and yet the wetness between her legs only grew.

Slowly, gently, he placed the dagger between her breasts. And he began to trace patterns on her skin. Ever so lightly. His intent was not to break the skin, but simply to light her skin on fire.

He succeeded. Her body was aflame. The skin, stretched so taut, felt every sensation acutely. Tears began coursing down her face, caused by the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

He'd begun to breathe heavily in his excitement at watching her reactions. Abruptly, he stopped. He ran his hands through her hair gently for a moment, and then suddenly grabbed it with ferocity. "I love it when you cry," he growled as he tightened his hand in her hair even further.

Then he yanked the duct tape cruelly off of her mouth, climbed atop of her, placing his full weight on her body. She cried out from the onslaught of sensation, but he silenced her with a rough kiss. Her cries turned to moans as she sought to devour his mouth.

As he kissed her, he ran his hands all over her body, tweaking and plucking and twisting, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

He pulled away suddenly, his chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, and his cock hard as steel. "I think the time has come now, my slut."

With that, he flipped her onto her stomach, making her scream out in pain. Pain that quickly turned into the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, her body on fire. And although she had suspected what would happen next, a jolt of shock coursed through her nonetheless as he slid smoothly into her ass.

He liked to pin her down with his body when he ass fucked her, and this time was no exception. His full body weight lie upon her, his cock thrusting rapidly into her ass, and she lost all concept of time or place. She knew only to rise to meet him over and over and over.

He wrapped his hand into her hair again, and she felt the intensity of his thrusts increase, driving her to the brink.

"Please, Master...may I cum?"

"Not yet!"

She whimpered. His pace quickened further. She tried to relax her body, but doing so only led to more weight on the mass of clothespins.

"Please, Master...please," she barely choked out.

"NO! Not yet, slut."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, she felt herself floating free, feeling nothing but the clothespins below her and the weight of him upon her. Owned by him. Her whole body captive to him.

And finally, "CUM. NOW!"

Her orgasm and his crested together, as she felt the release course over her in shockwaves, and the delicious sensation of his own hot cum pumping into her, filling her up.

He collapsed on top of her, and the two of them lie breathing together heavily. As she began to come back down, the pain on the front of her body came creeping back.

"Please, Master, may I be allowed to roll over?"

"Yes, of course," he said, turning her over gently as he smiled at her. After a pause, stroking her cheek, he said, "What did you think of that?"

"Oh, Master. That was amazing. My whole body...it was just one giant mass of sensation. I've never felt anything like it."

"Good, I'm glad. I thought you would enjoy it. Of course, there is one small matter to consider now."

She looked at him quizzically. "What is that?"

"Getting them all off," he said with a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, fuck...""No blindfold or hood today?" she asked cheekily.

"Oh no, not tonight, little slut. Tonight, I want you to watch everything."

"Mmmm, I'm intrigued, Master. But a bit nervous...there's a little edge to your voice that warns me you are up to something particularly devious."

He chuckled. "You can be sure that I am."

And with that, he dragged out a massive bucket of clothespins.

She gasped a bit. "Surely, you can't mean to use all of those?"

He just chuckled again and ignored the question. "Let's begin with the right nipple, shall we?"

He placed the clothespin on, tight and deep, and she sucked in her breath just slightly, as the first jolt of pleasure shot through her.

"And now the left," he said, as he placed the next clothespin. She smiled and moaned happily.

"Those moans are going to be cries before the evening is out, my little whore, I promise you that," he said while grinning wickedly at her and tracing a finger between her breasts. "I am going to make art out of you."

Her heart began to race in earnest at his words. They'd used clothespins before, and she loved them. But this bucket was simply...gigantic. It made her mouth run dry.

One-by-one, she found out his plan. He placed clothespins up and down in neat, careful lines, sometimes brushing them accidentally - and sometimes twisting and pulling them quite on purpose.

The more he placed, the more intense the sensation grew. He was right: by the time her torso was covered, she was beginning to cry out with each new pinch.

But he was not done yet. Not by far. The bucket was still half full, and now he had moved on to her arms. Then her legs. Her pelvis. Her labia.

Finally, he had covered every last bit of the front of her body except for her face and neck. He stood back to admire his artwork as she whimpered and writhed. "You are so beautiful, my little slut. How do you feel?"

She could barely speak. "So...intense...Master," she managed to get out. "So...good." Her skin was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and she had formed a puddle underneath her.

"Good," he said, in that quiet voice of his. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Not even close." He walked slowly over to his toy chest, deliberately taking his time to let her mind run wild. He appeared to take a couple of items out and placed them behind his back, where she couldn't see them.

He walked back and said, "I know how you enjoy scratchy things. What do you think of having something scratchy applied to all your tightly pulled skin?"

And he withdrew from behind his back what he had been hiding: a length of duct tape and a sharp dagger. He quickly placed the duct tape over her mouth before she could cry out. Her eyes widened in fear - and yet the wetness between her legs only grew.

Slowly, gently, he placed the dagger between her breasts. And he began to trace patterns on her skin. Ever so lightly. His intent was not to break the skin, but simply to light her skin on fire.

He succeeded. Her body was aflame. The skin, stretched so taut, felt every sensation acutely. Tears began coursing down her face, caused by the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure.

He'd begun to breathe heavily in his excitement at watching her reactions. Abruptly, he stopped. He ran his hands through her hair gently for a moment, and then suddenly grabbed it with ferocity. "I love it when you cry," he growled as he tightened his hand in her hair even further.

Then he yanked the duct tape cruelly off of her mouth, climbed atop of her, placing his full weight on her body. She cried out from the onslaught of sensation, but he silenced her with a rough kiss. Her cries turned to moans as she sought to devour his mouth.

As he kissed her, he ran his hands all over her body, tweaking and plucking and twisting, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

He pulled away suddenly, his chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead, and his cock hard as steel. "I think the time has come now, my slut."

With that, he flipped her onto her stomach, making her scream out in pain. Pain that quickly turned into the most intense pleasure she had ever felt, her body on fire. And although she had suspected what would happen next, a jolt of shock coursed through her nonetheless as he slid smoothly into her ass.

He liked to pin her down with his body when he ass fucked her, and this time was no exception. His full body weight lie upon her, his cock thrusting rapidly into her ass, and she lost all concept of time or place. She knew only to rise to meet him over and over and over.

He wrapped his hand into her hair again, and she felt the intensity of his thrusts increase, driving her to the brink.

"Please, Master...may I cum?"

"Not yet!"

She whimpered. His pace quickened further. She tried to relax her body, but doing so only led to more weight on the mass of clothespins.

"Please, Master...please," she barely choked out.

"NO! Not yet, slut."

Her eyes rolled back in her head, she felt herself floating free, feeling nothing but the clothespins below her and the weight of him upon her. Owned by him. Her whole body captive to him.

And finally, "CUM. NOW!"

Her orgasm and his crested together, as she felt the release course over her in shockwaves, and the delicious sensation of his own hot cum pumping into her, filling her up.

He collapsed on top of her, and the two of them lie breathing together heavily. As she began to come back down, the pain on the front of her body came creeping back.

"Please, Master, may I be allowed to roll over?"

"Yes, of course," he said, turning her over gently as he smiled at her. After a pause, stroking her cheek, he said, "What did you think of that?"

"Oh, Master. That was amazing. My whole body...it was just one giant mass of sensation. I've never felt anything like it."

"Good, I'm glad. I thought you would enjoy it. Of course, there is one small matter to consider now."

She looked at him quizzically. "What is that?"

"Getting them all off," he said with a devilish twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, fuck..."

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Aug 27, 2018 in anal

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