"Your reward is you get to decide which toy is used on you. The punishment will be that I get to decide how it is used." He smiled that his voice did not waver and in fact caused a mixture of trepidation and excitement in her eyes.
She looked, carefully, intently, and scared. There was an assortment of items. Some she could tell right away that they would hurt and should be avoided. Others she tried to figure out how they could be used in a nasty way and finally settled on a bag of clothespins. What could he do with those really, she thought?
The look in his eye showed that maybe she had selected the wrong item. He motioned for her to lie down on the bed and he went about securing her arms over her head and her ankles to each corner at the bottom. Her mind rolled over the possible things he could do. She had been done up with clothes pins before, but mainly on her breasts. Actually, only her nipples she thought again and a small shiver went through her.
His fingers trailed over her exposed flesh and he smiled as he thought of what he could and would do with the bag of pins. He took one out, looked at it as if it were a fine piece of machinery before taking her breast in his hand and squeezing it, forcing the nipple to stand up. He opened the jaws and rubbed either side of the nub before closing around it.
She hissed and arched. It was not the first time she felt the pinching burn on her nipple, but every time it still brought the same result. She closed her eyes and willed herself to breath slower, calmly. This was the beginning and it would not help to be worked up now when there was more to come she was sure.
He took her other breast in his hand and repeated the process, squeezing to make the nipple stand up, and then teasing the nub before clamping the clothespin on. The result was the same as well; she arched, hissed, and calmed her breathing. The question in her mind was what else could he do with them? She had some experience, but not with clothespins. Oh why did she not go with the soft looking flogger instead?
He looked over her body and resisted the urge to go right for her spread lips, or some other 'sexual' place and focused on his task. He traced around her areola before pinching the skin and attaching another clothespin at the 12 o'clock position, one jaw on the darker skin, and the other jaw on her alabaster flesh. She arches again and groans, he had other places he could use she realised and started to tremble just a little at the prospect of where and what he could do to her with just these pieces of wood.
He completed the cardinal directions on her left breast before moving to her right; she now squirmed as he pinched the skin to add another set of pins at 12, 3, 6, and 9 o'clock. When he had them all in place, she was whimpering and sniffing at the pinch to her skin. She looked at him pleadingly as he picked up another clothespin and trailed his fingers down her stomach, her stomach pulling back from his touch. He pinches the skin near her belly button up and attaches a clothespin to the northeast direction. She sucks in her breath through her teeth and stares at him intently, not saying what is on her mind.
He runs his finger around her belly button, the sensation tickling to add to the pinch from the clothes pin and soon she has a pin in each of the mid-directions, shaping an X instead of the cross on her nipples. She pulls on the straps he used to hold her hands above her head and emits a little growl, her eyes shooting daggers at him though she still bites her tongue, fairly certain calling him names would not bode well at this point.
