Page 29 of In Her Own Way
Jessica understood that her mistress’s words were instructions to touch herself. And she did. And it was good. She inhaled sharply as each nipple clip bit.
Juicy_Babe: Lovely pain, Ma’am.
Maistresse Marguerite: Yes, yes. I heard you gasp all the way across the border here in Quebec. Zippers are next. I flick those nip clips first, and then attach the clothespin zippers. I attach one to the fleshy part of those lovely breasts under my gaze, and then the other clothespins make their way down your torso to your thighs. But not nearta chatte. Not yet.
Juicy_Babe: The pain bites so nicely. Will you do up the other side with the second zipper, Ma’am?
Maistresse Marguerite: Yes, of course. I do like a smart submissive. I attach the second zipper, clip by clip, on the other side. Once I do that, I admire my handiwork and then flick each and every clip one at a time. How many?
Juicy_Babe:22 total (including the 2 nip clips), Ma’am.
Maistresse Marguerite: Nice. Nice. I am standing in front of you, admiring your new “jewelry.” I runmy hand down the zipper strip of clothespins on one side. I hear that exhale. I run my hand up the other side. I press down on the nipple clips and release. I flick them 5 times each.
Juicy_Babe: Mmm, Ma’am. This pain is exquisite. A lovely Saturday evening flood of endorphins.
Maistresse Marguerite: Excellent,chat minou. But it’s time. I have about six more clips left, yes?
Juicy_Babe:Yes, Ma’am.
Maistresse Marguerite: You already know where they’ll go. I’m putting three on each side, holding your labia open for me. My strap-on is twitching to get inside you.
Maistresse Marguerite: Do NOT clip one to your clit. Never, never, never. Your clit is sacred. Do NOT damage her.
Jessica wasn’t sure which had more effect on her: Maistresse Marguerite’s dominance or the actual physical things she was doing to her own body. A combination of both. Yes, both. It was time. Her online Mistress relied on her to let her know when she was wet enough for penetration. Oh, God, was she!
Juicy_Babe:So wet for you, Ma’am. Please. I need your touch. I need your…
Maistresse Marguerite: We both know what you need,ma cherie. And I am happy to oblige. The head of my strap-on is at the entrance. You’respread open wide for me, like the good slutty girl that you are.
Jessica moaned. This time, it was definitely the words that spiked her arousal. She liked a little humiliation peppered in her scenes. She grabbed one of her dildos and held it in her hand.
Juicy_Babe: Mmm. I need you inside, Ma’am. Please.
Maistresse Marguerite: The bulbous head of my strap-on is at your entrance. Nothing stands in her way. Your labia are tacked back, my full-use submissive. They are out of the way for free and clear insertion. The head snakes its way in. It’s so slippery that it doesn’t stop until it hits bottom.
Jessica followed the guidelines. The dildo she slid inside herself felt so good. Small bites of pain hit when her hand brushed the six clips holding her labia aside.
Juicy_Babe: Ma’am! The clips add so much. You’re wonderful inside me.
Maistresse Marguerite: I pump. Slowly. Slowly. Exhale out the tension in your body as you do this,mon amour. I know how stressed you are with your career. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Jessica got a nice rhythm going and breathed as instructed. She felt good. Her arousal was increasing, and she was happily ignoring all those pesky niggling thoughts that had been bothering her all week and weekend. No time for that shit here. No way. She had a live Domme telling her what to do.
Maistresse Marguerite: Your silence tells me you’re obeying me. That is good, because I am now increasing the speed of my penetrations. I unclip the pin on one of your breasts, and I now have it in my hand. You know what’s next, don’t you? I rip off the zipper in one smooth motion.
Jessica followed the instructions and gasped at the pain. “Holy fuck.” She wanted to rub the spots, but she couldn’t until she was told to.
Juicy_Babe: Ma’am, please. Will you rub the spots? They need relief.
Maistresse Marguerite: I hear your groans. And, of course, let me rub those out for you. After I rub the very last spot, I yank the second zipper off smoothly. I double the pain your body is experiencing. Yes, I heard you yell at the pain.
Jessica winced. Her eyes squeezed shut as she absorbed the conflicting sensations of pain from the clips and hot arousal below. She let herself feel both. Fuck. She didn’t wait for instructions and reached down to rub the sore spots.
Maistresse Marguerite: Rubbing out the other side feels good, doesn’t it? My strap-on continues to slide in and out of your glorious wetness. Your dark and mysterious cavern is my luxury tonight. I need to concentrate where you need me the most, but first I flick the last remaining nipple clip and then take it off. I push down on your nipple to amplify the glorious pain.
Clips left on too long weren’t sexy, but Maistresse Marguerite knew just the right amount of time. The direct speeding bullet train from her nipple to her clit almost tipped her over. Her orgasm was building. She held back. She had to. She didn’t have permission.
Maistresse Marguerite: One by one by one, I’m taking off those labia clips and tossing them aside. No rubbing. Enjoy the sensations without relief. Relish the pulsing pain as it goes directly to that little knot of nerves I’ll wrap my lips around next time.
