Get out the clothspins

“Stand up and put your hands behind your head.” Emma rises and assumes a position as if she’s about to be cuffed by the police. As she obediently stands still with her hands in her short hair, her ass still squirming a bit from the plug, you head to the table and collect some clothespins, some of which are connected by wire.

“Now, Emma, this is going to be a test for you. I want you to stay like this as I put these on you. If you hold on, you’ll be rewarded. If you move, I’ll have to punish you.” You take the first clip, one with two others dangling on the wire, and clamp it on her left nipple, causing Emma to wince. “Does that hurt?” you ask as Emma shakes her head silently. The sexy brunette bites her lip as you place an identical clip on her right nipple, this time keeping her composure as the pain builds. Giving one of the dangling lines a light tug, you ensure it’s secure before kneeling in front of Emma. “Would you be so kind as to spread you feet a bit?” you ask in a somewhat sarcastic tone. As Emma’s legs spread, you can see the slight rawness your crotch rope left on her puffy pussy. “Grrr!” Emma growls through clentched teeth as you clamp a single clothespin on one of her labia. You take a few seconds to stroke her thin thigh as she takes a couple deep breaths, then you place one on the other labia.

Standing up you give Emma’s nipple pin a giggle as you ask, “Is that so bad?” The **** girl shakes her head “No,” which only encourages you to use the dangling clothespins. Squeezing one open, you run it along the underside of her small but perky breast then let it bite into the tender flesh. Emma’s legs wobble as a warm pain spreads through her chest as each breast gets two clothespins to join the one crushing its nipple.

Moving back down to her crotch, you wiggle the clips on her labia then spread them wide with two fingers from one hand. Kissing her tummy lightly, you look up and warn her, “This one might sting a bit.” You open the wooden clothespin wide, then let it bite down hard on her helpless clit. “Fuck!!!” Emma screams as her knees instinctively swing towards you to protect herself, leading you to give her a quick swat on the ass.

You stand up and look into Emma’s eyes as you flick the peg on her clit. The girl looks away as sweat forms on her brow and painful gasps escape her lips. Forcing your middle finger past the wooden toys, you dip your fingertip into her twat only to discover she’s quite wet.

“Why Emma, what’s going on down here? You’re dripping wet. Do you like the pain?” Emma shakes her head as you continue to curl your finger in and out of her slit. “Well you must like something about this.”

“I like…” she hesitates as her cheeks grow a darker shade of pink, “I like being used. I like being your plaything, sir.”

“I love to hear that, Emma,” you say sincerely as you kiss her on the cheek and slip a second finger in her wet pussy. Emma closes her eyes and enjoys your fingers, seemingly oblivious to your free hand moving toward the line clothespins on her left breast. Taking hold of the wire, you yank forcefully, tearing all three clamps away from her tender flesh. “Yeeeoooow!!” Emma screams as her hands leave her head to clench her throbbing tit, the pain bringing Emma suddenly to her knees. “Fail!” you shout as tears come to Emma’s eyes, the girl curled in a ball on the cold dirty floor.