“Still thinking about pegs?”

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I can’t stop thinking about pegs today. It is his fault. He was the one who bought the subject up and so I shared a picture of a time when I had used them on myself and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Their tight little jaws gripping my flesh. How the initial pinch builds into a throbbing ache that with each passing minute occupies more and more of my mind until it is all I can think about. They hurt now. They make me whimper if I accidentality knock them. My cunts seems to ache alongside my nipples like they are twins, one feeling the others pain or is pleasure?

My fingers flutter around them. The need to take them off is building but knowing what the brings has me putting it off for just a another moment. I am locked in a vicious circle. Keeping them on makes them ache but taking them off will bring a whole new level of pain but the longer I leave them the worse that will be but leaving them on means I can avoid it for just a fraction longer

And so the dance goes.

Until eventually I can’t take it any more.

There plastic pegs have a tendency to almost stick to my skin and so when I finally release them I have to ease them away slowly. The stinging heat as the blood rushes back into the compressed flesh makes me hiss. First one then the other. I cast the pegs aside and gentle touch my nipples, nursing the tender puckered flesh between my finger tips. It makes them ache, it almost feels a bit like prodding a bruise but more. I can’t stop myself. I want to feel it. I like the way it hurts.

“Still thinking about pegs?”

That is the message he sent me this afternoon

This post is my answer