Posted by red on March 14th, 2007 in Kink

I, of course, am running late, and still have to shave my pussy AND dress AND pack my toy bag. Oh and Ms. Danger is already at my place.

Oh – and we have to leave soon.

Oh – and we need to eat.

Ms. Danger and I have been friends for a long, long time, so after assessing the situation for a moment I ask “Do you mind if I keep going with the shaving routine? Could you pack my toy bag while I’m at it?” She’s more than happy to and before you know it, I’m buzzing my bits while she picks up nipple clamps and the like whilst mumbling “Wow these look fun…” as she tosses them into the bag. As I pull on my hot pink lace teddy and matching hot pink boots, we start to discuss playing at the party. By the time I’ve slipped on my outer clothes – a cute plaid shirt and red stretchy shirt – we’ve pretty much got it negotiated and worked out. A few pieces of pizza later, we’re out the door, on time, both with a bounce in our step.

It’s a good party. I get to participate in a Kiss Fest and get a taste of Fire Play. I also get to make out with a very cute girl.  Hot tubs, cigarettes, dancing…it’s a good evening.

Later, after all that, when the evening has matured and lust is thick in the air, I go find Ms. Danger and propose that we begin.   She smiles widely and agrees.  Ms. Danger, you must understand, is perhaps the most flexable person I know.  She’s built like a dancer-acrobat-cat burgler-gymnast-rock climber – lean and tiny and so very bendy.  In addition to all of that, she has the perkiest nipples ever.

I cuff her hands and attach each wrist to the upper arms of a big dark cross posted up on the all.  Her ankles follow; I tie then slowly, spreading her legs and attaching them to the lower arms of the cross.  Finally, I have her where I want her.

I pick up a bag of clips and clamps.  Where to start? I wonder aloud as I pace pack and forth slightly – eyeing her, adsorbing her features and her contours.  I see her skin responding to the situation; I notice goosebumps, downy hairs on end, and the slightest of shivers.  I note her hardening nipples, her curling toes, and her blushing labia.  I watch her back arch as she sways this way and that – her bonds afford her torso unrestricted movement; she is quivering with anticipation.

I pick up a bundle of bamboo chopsticks and extract two.  I look them over quickly before I fix my eyes on Ms. Danger’s labia.  I study them for a moment while stroking deliberately along the chopsticks.  When I am ready, I step forward and place them quickly and precisely.  I slide bundled hair elastics onto the end of the sticks and squeeze them together.  Looking up, I catch Ms Danger’s eye.  She is smiling, and she smiles eyen wider as I chinch one of the elastics even tighter.  The tug makes her outer labia curl back slightly, getting poutier and exposing more of her thin inner labia.  I reach back into the bag and find two wooden clothes pegs, which I place on her outer labia, down on either side of her cunt.  Ms. Danger sighs and I catch her eye and smile.  She already knows what’s going to come next – I place a third pin on both her inner labia, right below her clit.  This time, she moans as she sighs.  Its a good noise.

My fingers trace up her legs – they quiver, ever so slightly.  Goosebumps raise under my fingertips.

I reach back into the bag of clothespins.  So many left; so much potential.  Quickly and with no fanfare I place two, one on each nipple.  She sighs, and she smiles.  I let my fingertips trace concentric circles around those pegged nipples, and I watch them harden beneath the wooden teeth.  Beautiful.  I let my fingers graze the bottom contour of her breasts and laugh as she moans slightly.

After a drawn out pause, I launch into it.  Clothespins quickly dot her breasts in concentric circles.  I place two each time – north, south, east, west, and finally in between.  I am purposely clumsy with my hands – hitting ones I’ve placed, flicking them to and from.  Ms. Danger keeps squealing and moaning in such a delightful way; I find myself wanting to put more and more on with each squeal.  When the skin of her breasts is finally taut, and there seems to be no more real estate, I move to her inner thighs to place the last of the clothespins.  She coos, and I get the distinct impression she isn’t really registering the application of each and every peg – rather, that she’s just registering the growing number of pegs dotting her body.

I step back and admire my handiwork.  Ms. Danger wiggles slightly on the cross and after a quick check to make sure all is ok, I pick up a new toy:  clover clamps.  I show them to her, squeezing the trigger to open them and shut them over and over.  She smiles – actually she grins – and nods her head slightly.  Still playing with the clamps, I reach over and pull the clothespins off her nipples.  They haven’t been long, so she only sighs slightly, her back straightening sharply for just a moment right as I remove them.  A moment later, I’ve attached a clover clamp to each nipple, and am now tugging so gently at the chain connecting them.  Ms. Danger is drifting.  Excellent.