January 4th 2010
“So your task is to write me 2 paragraphs on clamps, and don’t take that thing out of your pussy until it’s done!” Now there is part of me that is so tempted to deliver him a 2 paragraph technical specification on clamps. He did say I could write anything I liked, but he also said, be careful! The naughty little minx who likes to push back sometimes and risk her hide while doing it, so wants to write the technical specification and maybe include a wiki link too, just to add to the overall impression of defiance but then there is the submissive slut in me who wants to write about how clamps make her feel. And so the battle rages between defiance and submission, and all the while my mind thinks about clamps.
I hate them, they scare me, they hurt me, they have hurt me and will be used again to hurt me. They made me swear and they made me beg and moan and groan and when removed they made me scream. So if they scare me and hurt me, why then do I crave them so, why do I find myself lovingly caressing them, why do I hide them in the garage and yet secretly nip out there too look at them now and again? Why does the thought of them make me damp, the sight of them make me wet and the vision of him actually using them on me make me gush? Why not just give in and accept them, and why not just write a 2 paragraph erotic teaser about clamps? Because if I did, he would be disappointed.