So because I couldn’t get my nipples pierced this week, Sir decided he wanted to have fun in other ways. Mindfucks are one of those other ways.
Now I’m not going to call myself a genius or anything, but mindfucks with me are generally difficult. I have excellent hearing. And with everything going on, it’s tough to get much past me when I have to have my hands in everything around the house. So he really takes advantage of sensory deprivation in our scenes to mess with me. And the best is when he just lets me dig my own grave.
Which brings me to this:
I wasn’t bound or blindfolded. He just put me in my knees and told me he was going to play with me. I heard the box of clothespins rattling. The first few clamps on my outer lips barely registered. I was trying to count them as he put them on. Then I heard the scissors. You really start to pay attention when your pussy is that exposed and you hear scissors. The slight pulling and shifting as he threaded the twine through the clothespins was jarring. All I could think about was that he was creating a zipper. A zipper on my pussy. I couldn’t think about anything else. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the upcoming pain.
Then this happened:
I wasn’t ready for the jolt of vibration on the pins. The pull of the twine as the doxy rested against them. My clit was just as confused as my brain was. It wanted to enjoy the feeling of the vibrator, but the pinch of the clothespins made the pleasure take a backseat. And, of course, all my brain could focus on was the upcoming zipper.
Then the vibrations stopped. The doxy pulled the strings as he removed it and it was set aside. This was it, this was went he would pull the string and the zipper would shoot pain through my pussy. But it didn’t. He removed each pin slowly. I could hear laughing at his successful mindfuck. I could barely focus on his subsequent movements. He put the doxy back on my clit as he took my ass. I moaned at the feeling of the pressure with each thrust, but my head was still reeling from zipper that wasn’t.
He’s still pretty proud of himself today. Every once and awhile I see his evil, delightful grin.