Posted by red on March 15th, 2007 in Kink

Continued from Part 1

I bend down to pick up a small stringy rubber flogger. It’s not an intimidating toy – in fact, it’s very light, only stinging ever so slightly when used its hardest-hard. The best part about the toy is the way it plays on skin. Flailed loosely, it stings as it tickles. Flailed hard and solid, it thuds as it caresses. And, more importantly, it can wrap around what it hits, its little skinny tails grabbing at anything and everything. Like chains. Like clothes pins.

I flick it at the chain dangling between her breasts and am rewarded with a yelp from Ms. Danger as the flogger’s fingers wrap around it and tug. Somewhere in the room around me, I hear someone say “That’s such a good noise”, and I can’t help but agree.

I amuse myself for a while by flicking the flogger at the chain while I watch Ms. Danger dance within her bonds, all the while making that noise. When I notice her moans sharpening, I decide she needs a break from the assault on her nipples. I turn my attention to the clothespins gripping hopefully at the skin of her breasts. I notice that one is barely holding on – probably loosened in the jumping and dancing that just occurred – so I flick the flogger towards it and am instantly rewarded with a yelp from Ms. Danger as the pin snaps free, dropping from her breast and onto the ground. It leaves behind a red bite against her pale flesh – the telltale imprint of a clothespin on soft skin.

She’s smiling again so I take a moment to reach down and tug at the pins clipped to her labia –all at once, and firmly enough stretch the elastic skin, but not hard enough to pull any loose. I then grab the two on her outer lips and tug them one right after the other, letting then slide down somewhat, all the while watching her eyes as she squints and groans. I examine the chopsticks – still firmly in place, but now, of course, there is glistening along the pout of her lips. Excellent. Ms. Danger is cooing complacently so I decide its time to be mean. I grab the pin clipped right above her clit and tug. Her eyes widen. I tug harder. She makes an incoherent sound. I tug even harder, and true to my intention the clip finally tugs free, accompanied by a loud moan-shriek-moan from Ms. Danger. It probably hurt quite a bit.

I stand up and check in on Ms. Danger. She is still happy and of course, still spaced. She jolts when I flick the flogger onto the chain between her breasts, and I can tell from her less-enthusiastic-than before response that it’s about time to take off the clover clamps. After all, the things are, after all, evil. I tell her what I’m about to do and ask if she’s ready. Before she can fully respond I tug both clamps and when her nipples are stretched out, I squeeze them to release their perky captives. She screams, so I stroke her nipples gently and tell her she did well, and after a moment she relaxes and I take it as an invitation to pinch and twist. They’re still pretty sensitive.

I feel the scene ending, so I decide its time to whip off the rest of the quivering clothespins. One by one they fly free under the flogger’s merciless bite. The first four I placed on each breast have the strongest bite on her flesh and take multiple strikes to remove – and when they fall, she cries out in a oh-so-pleasant way. One or two pegs refuse to spring free to I grab them and twist them and generally am mean with them and Ms. Danger starts giggling as the endorphins flood through her lithe, reddened body. I slyly loosen them a little bit during my manipulation, and thus, with one more well placed flick from the flogger the remaining pegs fly off her breasts, one at a time. I tell Ms. Danger that she’s all red, and I comment on the fact that her previously flattened nipples are now engorged and standing at full attention. She says she knows and so I grab then and pinch and pull – they are still quite sensitive and I am rewarded with squeals. I like that sound.

I pick up the flogger again and flick at the clothespins on her now engorged labia. The pins dance to and fro; they have a wide range of possible movement and it is amusing to watch them jiggle as I strike. I turn my attention to the few on her inner thighs and flick them off, one by one. After many cries from Ms. Danger, I finally have them all off except for the ones on her labia, which I remove slowly one at a time while tracing the clothespin marks left on her thighs with my fingers. Her body is slick and suddenly heavy and she slumps. Its time to get her down.

But first, the chopsticks.

I casually work the elastic off the end of the chopsticks while keeping them squeezed shut. Ms. Danger looks down at me and see what I’m doing right as I pull the sticks apart, dramatically, suddenly, and of course, painfully. She lets out a hoarse and loud cry of satisfaction, pain and release, and as my hands steady her, her knees buckle for a moment.

From beside me my hands find a small dildo and soon after a condom. I assemble it quickly and plunge it into Ms. Dangers wet and waiting pussy. I barely even have a chance to fuck her and she’s cumming – on her tip toes, back arching, body arching, muscles stiffening, face red and desperate and ecstatic. It looks so good, it makes me grin.

I release her from her bonds and her body slumps onto mine. We go and sit against the wall on the other side of the room and she leans up against me and I put my arm around her and stroke her hair. She’s pretty out of it so we just relax like that for quite some time. We watch the action in the room – so many beautiful women, so much flesh. Ms. Danger rides her high out and so do I; I hug her till she’s herself again, and then its time to get dressed and go. As I dress, I realize that although her high may have ended, I am still buzzing with delight, a feeling I make last till long after I get back home.