On stomach, arms and legs wide, tied to the four corners of the bed. Head lifted by hair, ball gag inserted in mouth,and buckled in back of neck. He is kneeling between my spread legs, looking at me, at my ass. He gently taps my tight hole with one finger, knowing it embarrasses me deeply and makes me squirm. He pulls my cheeks apart with his thumbs, exposing my ass. I've asked him why he does this. He says it is because he likes to see it. Simple enough. But today, with the gag between my lips, I say nothing. I can only moan and wiggle under his scrutiny. He likes this ball gag much more than I imagined he would.
He takes something from his bag, and kneels back on the bed. He is pinching little bits of skin on my ass, and clipping them with clothespins. The sensation sinks in slowly. By the time he puts on about the tenth one, the first ones are starting to really dig in. When he is finished, he squeezes my ass from underneath, near the crease, kneading my cheeks in an upward motion. The pinch of the clips is exquisite. One pops off, and I jump and wiggle. He pushes my head into the pillow and tells me to hold still.
Next he clips the tender folds of my labia, two or three on each side. He struggles to grab hold, as I am dripping wet. I am breathless. He adds a couple to my inner thighs. I cannot hold still. The feeling is not pain, really. More just intense sensation. He takes something else from his bag that I cannot see, and I feel the snap against the skin of my ass. He works over my ass, across my thighs, and up my back. I catch a glimpse of rope. He is whipping me with rope. It is not hard, but adds to the intensity of the clips.
