15th January 2010
They haunt me. Sitting in my draw of pleasure, or is it sin, beside my bed. I know they are there, but I won’t get them out, I refuse to acknowledge their existence. I have let them fall below some of the other items in the draw, yet they haunt me, I can see them in my mind’s eye and if I close my eyes I remember the feeling, the gripping, the pinching, the gasp I made as they held me.
Putting them on, I have learnt, is the easy bit. He smiles at me, as I stand in front of him squirming, my fingers fluttering around the clamps, wanting to take them off but also loving them at the same time. I stare back at him and I know that he can see the desire burning in my eyes. I see that smile again, the one of satisfaction at his creation, and I know the vision before him pleases him.
“Kneel down, slut, at the end of the bed…… Are you wet slut? Do you want to cum?
I reach between my legs and show him my sticky wet fingers, looking up at him I say….
“Please Sir, can I cum”
A broad smile bursts across his face and he nods at me. The clamps are biting, my breasts feel swollen, my nipples on fire, the constant stimulation making me twitch. Kneeling at the end of the bed I arch my back, offering him my rump even though I know he won’t take me. My fingers rub at my clit and I close my eyes and imagine……….
As I cum, I growl and moan his name, my eyes turning to him, pleading…. A hand reaches down and removes each clamp. The rush of pain, the burn, the sting, the intensity of the sensation makes me gasp and as it builds I cry out, growling and calling his name again and again!
They are back in the draw now, haunting me. My tender nipples reminding me, every time I move, of what took place, reminding me of what I am…….His!
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