So, where was I? Oh yes, Friday evening, tied up unable to move my arms. I don’t remember the exact sequence of events but it involved being spanked, pulled about, picked up, fucked and totally used.
One thing I do remember pretty clearly is the new pegs. Sir has used pegs before and whilst they hurt it’s a pain I can tolerate and I was hoping that this weekend Sir would use the clover clamps but pretty much as soon as he attached the pegs to my nipples I was squealing and begging for him to take them off. Unfortunately I don’t have a photo of them, but they should come with a warning, or a recommendation. There was no way I could tolerate the clovers after that, my nipples were still sore on Monday. (I think I need to write about my thoughts on pain at some point.)
I liked the rope (I may have mentioned it before) but it didn’t leave much in the way of marks.
Saturday morning – We had planned on actually going out of the house for a while. We tend to ignore the outside world but it’s good to get out occasionally – at least that’s what we tell ourselves fortunately unfortunately it was pissing rain so we had to stay in.
But Sir managed to find a way to keep himself amused.
He tied me to the bed and blindfolded me.
Used some different pegs.
Dripped wax on my boob.
And found other ways to amuse himself
This time I had some better ropes marks.