Suddenly, I felt the skin of the sides of my breasts being painfully pinched. It was followed by more and more pinches. This didn't feel like anything that had came from my bag. What kind of toys that he have lying around that could be this painful? Then it hit me. Clothespins. Certainly one of the more innocuous BDSM toys. In my mind, I could see him pulling my breasts to make a skin fold, then applying clothespins one by one, each adding to the mixture of pain and pleasure I was feeling right now. For a moment, I regret not lying face-up. Otherwise, he could've gotten more of my breasts, especially my tender nipples. Instead, he'll have to make do with my side-boobs, and...
My ass. My regret over not having my nipples pinched was soon forgotten. Swollen and tender as they were, it hurt REALLY bad to have my ass-cheeks pinched with clothespins. Already, the first one was causing my eyes to tear up, when the second one came, and then the third one. Each time I felt him bunching up the skin of my ass, I braced myself, determined not to cry out when the next lance of pain shoots through me. I must've been so wet down there. I had to be. Not going to lie, this was everything I would've wanted.
Then, I felt him tracing his fingers down my back, and I arched up in response, well, as much as I could in my current situation. Uh oh. My back was really sensitive. I don't know if I could stand having him playing with it. Especially, because I was trying to avoid moving, thanks to all the clothespins pinching me painfully. It would be especially painful if they slipped, since that would mean less skin contact, and a greater pinch over the remaining skin. But there's no way he's not going to tease me, the way I reacted just now.
I moaned, throwing my head back. He was doing it. He was dancing his fingers up and down my vulnerable back, teasing my body and causing me to squirm and twist anew. Up and down, I could feel the soft, tickling pressure traveling all over my skin. It didn't hurt, and it wasn't really tickly enough to make me lose my mind like when he was tickling my armpits. But all the same, it was persistently light, and that was torturous in its own way. He was just grazing the nerves of my skin, teasing and tantalizing it, but not putting any pressure down. Up and down... up and down... Each stroke causing me to buck and wriggle in my bonds, despite my greatest efforts to keep still. I take it back. This was definitely driving me wild.
"Mmmmh... ahhhh.. OW!"
One of the clothespins had slipped, biting me painfully before it fell off my breasts. I tried to keep myself from moving anymore, but it was impossible. Not five seconds later, another slipped, and another, causing me to cry out with agony each time it happened. It was especially bad when the ones on my tender ass slipped, where the skin and meat was already raw from that earlier spanking.