My First HNT, Clothespin Included!

I've finally remembered to post a pic for HNT. I figured since this is a BDSM blog, a clothespin would be an appropriate accessory for my breasts (I could only get one to fit in the frame, woe is me!) The scratch and freckles were already there.

PS. Thanks to Kinky Aoefe for jogging my memory, or make that mammary. Aoefe's is ultra sexy!
Enjoy

All Tied Up and No Where To Go

Last night Teacher and I moved venues to a motel, just to change things up. Unbeknown to me, he was feeling sickly, but he knew I was looking forward to spending New Years Eve with him, and he wasn't going to let me know. I'm the hypochondriac in this couple. Anyway, he managed to give at least myself a memorable evening before the ball dropped. He'll be paid back kindly in blow jobs.

He told me just to wear jeans and a sweater, but underneath I wore a black garter belt, stockings with the line up the back, and a black bustier. Not to mention my "cripplers in which I still have not mastered walking.

We got settled in the room and he started unpacking his tools and toys. I laid on my stomach and watched him take each item out. Rope. Check. Clothespins. Check. Vibrators. Check. Lube. Check. Paddle-a new one. Check. Ball Gag. Check. Big fucking humongous bowie knife. WTF!

As I've mentioned before, we've included knife play in our scenes but the previous implements were not even remotely as threatening as this hunk of steel. "What the hell are you doing with a knife like that?!" Teacher is fully armed from bats to bullets, but yet he always seems to find something to freak me out. While it is not this exact knife, it is damn close. He proceeded to lay the cool blade on my chest. Oh, I knew what he had in mind. But it just looked like what it was, something to rip the guts out of some unlucky person. He proceeded to show me ways to hide it, flipped it around, and basically got me pretty scared. I didn't grow up around weaponry, so the mere sight of it gives me the heebie jeebies.

"We've played with knifes before X," he said looking me straight in the eyes.
"I know." I whimpered.

"You know you are always safe with me."
I didn't answer.

"That look you gave me doesn't seem like you're too confident in that."
"Well..." I laughed it off, but in all honestly, I can't shake the fear of that he may snap and gore the ever living shit out of me, leaving me a bloody, lifeless, carcass. Of course, that fear is half the purpose of him bringing that damn thing along with him.

Next, He showed me the newest paddle he made, which was a bit smaller, yet sturdier than the prototype he used on me last week. It is the normal paddle shape, but there all sorts of holes drilled into it.

Between seeing the knife and paddle, I was already breathless. I has been a few weeks since we've truly played hard. I felt like I was back at square one, any remnant jadedness went out the window and I returned back to what I am--sub nouveau. I must not forget it.

Bondage, oh how I love thee. I was excited to see my ropey friends and offered my hands with no struggle. As the knot was secured, I felt instantly a lot happier than I did when I had walked in the motel room door. The more and more I experience it, it becomes apparent that being restrained is my favorite type of BDSM play. I know part of it is because for so long, I have felt out of control. I've often joked that "I need to be put in a cage." Well I've never meant that literally in the past, and actually I'm not over anxious to be caged, but the ropes serve the same purpose. I like those reigns pulled in on me (unlike Linda Ronstadt.)

Teacher rolled me over onto my stomach and tied my ankles together and then rolled me back with my face up. Bliss. A leather blindfold was put over my eyes. The gag I guess got lost in the mix, but that was OK.

He started gently, kissing my face, stroking my hair, and then pulled down the bustier to reveal my breasts. Upon each exposed breasts, he yanked the nipples taut and applied a clothespin.

Teacher started flicking the pins back and forth with what I quickly learned was the big knife. Click, clack, click, clack. Each tap made my nipples sting. I was chewing my lip. My fear of the knife did not wane whatsoever, so when the chunky Bowie knife was pressed, flat side down on my ribcage I immediately gasped. He traced the knife then across my lips so I could feel the thick serrations and then slowly down tracing my throat, down across my torso, down to my pussy where he flicked my labia with the dull, but still cold edge. I tried to hold still, but I was trembling.

He positioned me across his knee and with little warm up, started spanking the shit out of me with the plastic handle of a flyswatter he once used on me, sans the long lost swatter. He's usually good about starting off slowly, but in retrospect I think it was because he felt like ass. My ass felt like it had never been spanked before and I was screeching and moaning, apparently so much so I heard a knock from the room adjacent to us. Cheap motel. Thin walls.

He moved me from his knee back on the bed. I was face down with my ass up. He then switched over to his bare hands rotating from cheek to cheek, and automatically I was chewing my arm and my pillow. I started to drift off but then the fucking goddamn room phone rang, and rang, and rang, ultimately throwing us off for a few minutes. Of course there was no one there. I was highly irritated, as I was in throes of punishment.

Getting back to business, Teacher took out that evil fucking paddle. EVIL. That piece of wood is possessed by the devil, I swear. This time he started out a bit slower, but I was yelping immediately. This tender tucas couldn't take it. I bit into the pillow, I scratched on Teacher's arm, I caught myself drooling. This thing was intensely painful. Once again I started to drift, and bang, he hit this one extra tender part that made me scream, but not for mercy. I was intent on taking my punishment, my tied feet kicking as much as possible.

The paddle was put down, and then he scratched down my ass with his fingernails. You'd think this would feel good, but it was fucking intensely painful. He doesn't have creepy long nails, but there was enough that I could feel them. Then he resumed the paddling. This time I started to drift off for real.

I don't know where I got the idea, but I just assumed that subspace was the same each time. Apparently, and I confirmed this with Teacher, it is not. So while in the past I've been very much at peace through my pain, this time I was a bit more anxious and my mind was all over the place.

Still, I was able to get into the rhythm enough that something amazing happened that had never happened to me before from being spanked. I felt like I was going to orgasm.

"I think I'm going to cum" I panted out to Teacher.

"You probably will" he said, or something akin to that. I know realize I shouldn't have said anything as that threw me off focus. I generally need to focus hard to cum, but this was the opposite so I was utterly shocked, and yet I fucking ruined it!

The spanking continued for awhile longer, along with some more scratching and then I heard the whirl of the G-spotter. He burrowed the purple toy between my now pretty hairy little pussy that was still accessible, even though my legs were tied.

Wielding the purple beast, it was no too long before I was a hot little orgasmic mess. Not being able to move my legs made it even more intense. Who knows how many times I came before I ultimately collapsed. All I know was intensely satiated.

As I said in the beginning my poor Dom was on the cusp of virus city, so the antics pretty much ended there.

Walking to the elevator later on I realized how swollen my butt was. "I'm going to have to sit on a pillow all day tomorrow!!" I declared, but I most certainly was not complaining. It was much more pleasant to wake up with a sore ass, than a hangover on New Years Day!

picture from whipped ass

(ps. i know i fucked up "nowhere" but when i changed it, it screwed up the url & many sites have linked here.bad spelling vs. bad linking. a difficult choice)

Quick TITbit

In the shower just moments ago I was admiring how perky my nipples were.  I figured it was just because it cold as, well, a witch's tit. So I'm toweling off and it was all I could do to get the water off my boobs! Talk about delayed reaction-those clothespins were on my tits almost 24 hrs ago (granted I spent the majority of my day in just a tshirt or topless.) 

It wasn't a bad feeling, in fact it was like someone had moved my clit upwards onto either breast. I'd love to take it further, but I'm waiting on a friend as I type and they'll be here in a second. I think I am going to discuss with Teacher wearing some clamps around. Or rather, he'll read this, smile, and I'll once again wonder what the fuck did I get myself into!

The Hotness

Are You Fetish? it is a fetish directory, and they have a high-quality free gallery, most glamour oriented stuff. I dig this picture -- A LOT, as I have written before, I love clothespins snapped on my tits!

Think Pink

Due to extreme indulgence in adult beverages and mind altering substances last night, I had a bit of a challenge falling asleep. When I finally fell into a slumber, I had a dream that found me waking up with my hands down in my panties.

I know guys wake up with wood all the time, but at least for me, arising all hot and bothered is not an every morning occurrence. Though I do love morning sex.

In the dream, I presented Teacher with a big box with a black bow. Inside were a pile of toys-plugs, clamps, gags, floggers, and one of those funny fist shaped dildos (I always thing "Black Power!" when I see those vs. someone getting it rammed up their asshole.)Thing about all of these toys-they were pink. Pink leather, pink rubber, pink silicone, etc. Even the bottle of lube was pink. Also inside was a bag of clothespins.

These were not any ordinary clothespins, but clothespins I had taken the time to bedazzle with rhinestones, glitter and pink paint. Upon looking at the bag of girlish clips, Teacher laughed, "These are kind of girly X."

"Well I thought they'd go well with my outfit," my outfit being merely a rhinestoned thong and Hello Kitty baby t and 6 inch pink patent leather pumps. Paris Hilton overdrive.

"You know, you're right, " he said, "they'll go quite well with that pink pussy of yours"

"Hello Kitty?" I said knowing full well what he meant.

"No, this kitty" and he shoves me down on the floor onto a pink fun-fur rug and rips my sparkly thong off, rhinestones popping off and flying all over the hardwood. "Open those legs right now! I want to see my cunt!"

Trembling, I do as told. He reaches into the box I have given him and pulls out, yes a pink gag, the ball is hot pink metal-flake and the strap is black leather. "Open up that cumdump mouth of yours you whore! My mouth is open for him and the gag.

Teacher takes the bag of glittery clothes pins and without a breath, proceeds to decorate both my inner and outer labia, cruelly letting each one snap into place. I am screeching, but it is muffled by the gag. I am clawing at the rug, and at Teacher, but he pushes my hands down. "Keep your hands off of me! Keep them to your side slut!"

He's not done with the clothespins. On either thigh, he clips a quarter inch apart more of the crafty clips. I am in agony, but yet my clit throbs each time a clip is applied.

Once he is done he, once again goes into the toy box and takes out the big pink fist. He doesn't stick it in my cunt, but instead smacks me across the face with the rubber hand

"You don't think my own fist is good enough for you X? Huh?"
I mumble my answer into the gag.

Teacher then proceeds to run the fist over and over the clothespins, which bend and pull tweaking the skin enough to induce a severe sting.

"Open that cunt X!"
I do

"Wider!"

He tosses the rubber fist to the side, and without any lube, and any warning, inserts four of his five digits roughly into my cunt. I bite down on the gag, this is horrendously horribly amazing.

"WIDER!"
My legs are spread as far as humanly possible, for me.

My juices have saturated Teachers four fingers enough to allow his thumb in to join the rest, and a slow deliberate probe into my snatch segues into a full on slam. He's now wrist deep into my pussy and the sparkly pink clothespins around my cunt lips make a bracelet around his cuffs. With his free hand, as he fucks me with the other one, he removes each clothespin sending rockets of pain as I am already convulsing from the fullness. He's now even further in my cunt, and I rock towards him coming around his paw and the remaining clothespins that are on my thighs snap off as I flail around in my orgasm. Teachers arm is soaked with my girlcum and so is the pink rug under me.

And so are my panties when I wake up, except they are black.

UPDATE!

So after I wrote this post, I went out shopping. I was at my local deep discount, close-out store & found some cool stuff. While digging in a pile of stuff, I found a black fun fur collar and the Hello Kitty tshirt in the picture above for $3! And here is a racier version:

Lesson 3 - Thank You Home Depot

For ten minutes I struggled getting my stockings attached to my garter belt. I was determined. I'd get one side attached and the other side would pop off. There is nothing more unattractive than seeing a woman trying to get on a pair of pantyhose (well pantyhose fetishists may disagree), jumping around doing what I call "the pantyhose" dance. Well, I was doing stocking yoga. Finally all strapped and lacquered up, I was a sweaty mess and I am not a sweaty person. Deciding to go full on slut, I gilded the lily with a swipe of M.A.C. Red across my mouth.

My mouth.

Moments into Teacher greeting me in the parking lot, he gave me a deep, hot kiss and I painted his blondish-grey mustache bright red and apparently I looked like Robert Smith. So much for tramping it up.

Lipstick smears were the least of my worries, I knew Teacher had a lot in store for me. The anxiety of the unknown coupled with my adoration for him made me a horny little mess.

As always the chronology of the evening is a bit of jumble, but so be it.

I got up on the bed on my knees so I could kiss Teacher comfortably. He's a tall man and well, I'm vertically challenged. He grabbed my head and pulled me towards him, when he kisses it is like he is infusing me with his soul. I tremble every time, I don't think anyone else has made me moan when they have kissed me. Truly.

Teacher quickly unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my black lace demi bra. He yanked down the bra cups exposing my breasts, taking his time giving each nipple the attention they deserved. His tenderness was most certainly not a foreshadowing of what was to come.

I pulled down my skirt to show him the results of my ten minutes of struggling. He admired my work, and said he more than happy to allowed me to keep my stockings and boots on. The panties I wore with the garter & stockings, those quickly disappeared.

"Sit on the edge of the bed X"

I obeyed.

He went to his case and retrieved some rope and some hooks, or latches, I forgot what they were called.

This was going to be interesting.

Like the time before, I sat quietly and watched as he took his time wrapping the rope around each wrists. The entire time I was thinking how lucky I was to find someone who took pride in his work. He locked each bound wrist behind my back with the latches that were connected to the rope.

"Stand Up!"

I did. I knew he had gone to the Home Depot to pick up a few things to replace what was stolen. He had spent the day making a spreader bar in his workshop, but had accidently left it behind. So what else he had conjured up was unknown to me.

More rope in hand, he proceeded to do the same to my ankles, I struggled to look over my shoulder to watch.

He went back to his case and brought out a ball gag.

A gag. I knew this was coming. I had tried to mentally prepare myself for it. I'm so verbal. I am also one who has had her anxiety manifest itself in bouts of thinking I can't breathe. I don't tell him this. I am going to be a good sub. His good sub.

He places the blue rubber ball my mouth and ties the black string behind my head.

This is not bad, I think as I taste the rubber on my tongue and push my teeth into the ball. I can handle this. My heart is racing. My mind is racing. I am going to be a good sub, I am going to be his good sub.

Back to the case, he comes out with some clothespins. More newness. My only encounter with clothespins in my life was a summer spent working at a New England bed and breakfast hanging up wet sheets that were wrung through a horrible vintage washing machine. I had my fingers pinched a few times. How was this going to feel on my tits?

I breathed in, and out, trying to remember that I could breathe through my nose. Was I hyperventilating?

He took each breast and attached three (?) clothespins across each one my nipples. My large and now tender nipples which are light brown and the size of a silver dollar.

My terror is worse than the pain of the clips. I think I can handle this. I am going to be a good sub. I am going to be Teacher's good sub.

At this point I am lying down, starting to relish everything. The attention Teacher has devoted to me. My breathing is still heavy, and I'm certain I was making some hideous sounds through the gag, but when I felt the pressure of him tugging my labia to attach more clothespins, I did not feel any pain. This, I think is what the proverbial "they" have been talking about. I know that their are clothes pins on my pussy but it doesn't hurt any more.

He pulled me up and guided my bound self to the the full-length mirror. He is behind me.

"Look at yourself X," he said as he pulls my head to face reflection.

It was hard to do, but I did. I no longer recognize the woman in the mirror I know she is me,this bound, pinned and gagged person, but it is a me I have never known. I am blissed out, a tad scared, and very happy as Teacher pulls my head back onto his chest. "See how perfect you fit under me, see how gorgeous you look right now." I take another glimpse. It is a beauty I have never know. In all my years of slutting around I don't think I've ever seen myself in ecstasy in a mirror.

"Bend over!" Techer commanded.

I do. He proceeds to undo the clips that are holding my ankles and wrists together but rearranges them so I am clipped arm to ankle, arm to ankle.

The spanking begins.

I feel the weight of his thick fingers slapping my ass, over and over.

The weight changes and the spanking hurts even more, I am chewing the fuck out of the spit covered ball in my mouth that is stifling my cries. I don't know what he is spanking with me with until later that evening. It is a piece of wood "A 2x4" I joke with him, "No, a 1x6" Thank you Home Depot! I'm a squirmy bitch as usually, flailing around after each strike.

Then comes the equestrian whip thingie, Teacher as you read this please forgive me for not remembering what it is called. I call it that "horse stick" and all I know it is my favorite. Hilarious, I know. Each swat comes with a delicious sting, my tender ass. I'm not sure how much more I can take and for each strike I don' t think I can take I want more.

Lightheaded and horny the next thing I know is I'm lying back down.

He removes my gag. My jaw is stiff, I still feel like my mouth should remain open.

Teacher is now removing the clothespins, the clothespins that I have only noticed at this point as they smack my face as my tits swing towards me while I'm spanked.

Oh cool, this will feel much better. OH BOY WAS I WRONG!

As each pin was removed, hot pain flashed through me and my nipples were overcome with sensitivity. "Scream in my mouth," he said as he violently kissed me. As I feel his soft lips meeting mine, I felt the searing heat of the removal for the clothes pins. Scream in his mouth I did. He took his time. I was going to be a good sub. His good sub.

More clothespins. My cunt.

As he removed each pin the pulse of pain was replaced by his wet mouth chewing and licking my labia. Holy fucking shit. Until last night I had not had the pleasure of him going down on me.

Unused to having hours of undivided attention of a lover, his tongue grazing over my hard little clit was a lot to handle. As he went to town on my slit, his long hair tickled my thighs and his mustache added a special little treat to the whole affair.

Licking, and chewing and fucking my hot cunt with his tongue sent me into a fucking tailspin of an orgasm, causing my legs to clamp together almost crushing Teacher's skull. Sublime.

The evening had only just begun. I had to take care of my Teacher. His engorged prick was waiting for my mouth, and I was happy to take it all it, trying to angle his curves to my throat clawing at his ass pulling him closer to me. The taste of salty pre-cum only made me want to take in more of him, but I am pushed back.

My legs are pulled toward the edge of the bed where he is now standing, and proceeds to fuck the bloody daylights out of yours truly. Animalistic, hot sweaty fuck making me cum once again. Lucky for me, his thick cock is curved just so and the once elusive penetration orgasm is not so elusive anymore.

The rest of the evening we were a tangle of biting, fucking, clawing, spanking with some sweet pillow talk in between. I feel safe lying there next to Teacher, against his big barrel chest looking up to his blue eyes and his strong arms hugging me to his soul.

Waking up is usually a difficult task for me, but not this morning. Poor Teacher, (who I have deduced is not a morning person, )I was perky and horny, pawing at him sleeping like a cat wanting him to wake up to pet me.

He kindly administered a request to give me a good bye spanking. I pulled my skirt up and leaned over the bed, this time truly realizing the pleasure of the spanking for me is afterwards. I drove home with major fuck hair-tangles and dreads, a red ass, and a big smile. I was going to be Teachers good sub. Now I know I can.

At work today I made numerous trips to the bathroom at work today just to feel the warmth of the evening before.

Ahhhhhh

Purposefully unedited by SubNouveau who is now so horny from thinking about all this she is going to have to go get her rub on.

ps. the lighting & self-portraiture do my ass marks any justice, oh well.