Tantalizingly I hold the clothespin open in front of your nipple teasing and threatening as you strain to look down at what I am doing. With your arms trussed behind your back and shoulders pulled far back it is hard to see exactly what I am up to and yet it is irresistible all the same.
"Are you ready my pet?" I inquire with a slight leer.
"Ummmm…do I have an alternative Sir?" you reply.
I tease you some more holding the open clothespin over your nipple then drawing it away, feigning difficulty deciding which nipple to place it on first. The more I tease you the more squirmy you get, turning and and twisting away now and then. Just as with the Wartenberg wheel the anticipation and fear are having a far greater impact than anything I could do with a clothespin…well almost anything.
I touch your nipples from time to time with the pin, grazing the rough wood over the very most tender tip of your raised flesh. The effect only presents your nipples to me more so which seems to irritate you a little. Nothing like having your own body betray you in your hour of need. But of course that is exactly what I am counting on.
Finally, I hold the open pin over your stiff and proud nipple and ever so slowly transfer the pressure from my fingers to your highly sensitive flesh. The pin sends a jolt through you like lightening straight to your clit just before registering as pain. You thrash your head backward and give out a guttural grunt through gritted teeth.
"Very pretty my little one, but I do believe that it needs a twin to be a matched set."
You stare at the clothespin jutting straight out from your breast and breath through the discomfort while awaiting the next bit of misery. And yet, as you kneel there thinking this is a bit insane, you recognize that you are soaking wet and feeling a renewed sense of desire. “Nuts”, you think to yourself. “This is completely nuts.”
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