We are getting up towards my limits now. These little clamps are devilish. She has two of them, one red, one black. I can only tolerate them after I have already absorbed a good deal of pain. It’s only when the endorphins are buzzing around inside my brain that I can stand still and allow her to put them on. In fact, it’s better that I am tied up for this, then I can’t act on my impulse to shy away. Even so, two or three minutes is enough before I will whimper, then beg, then scream. But, even though I dread them, I need to know they are there, that she can put them on whenever she likes, that it’s not my choice.
These are very, very intense. Throw away the clothes pins.