From His Perspective

Master wrote this about last night:

For once, this has nothing to do with her pain. I attach the clothespins carefully to her flanks, her thighs, her ass, and the sides of her breasts. Sometimes ksst gasps a little as a clothespin snaps home, but I ignore her, as this has nothing to do with her pain. Finally, six or eight clothespins are attached, and I turn ksst to 'The Position,' back to me, gripping the dresser, head down.
Now comes the fun part, as I take my mark. I snap the belt, or worse, the strap, several times to find the range and heighten the tension. As I move around, I periodically take ranging shots. Thus, she never knows if the next snap will hit her, a clothespin, or just snap harmlessly in air. The snaps alone make her wet.
At last I start snapping off the clothespins one by one. The wooden ones are unsatisfying; they frequently absorb even a direct hit without falling off. The plastic ones are much better; they occasionally explode, sending shards of plastic everywhere. Satisfying, but a little hard on the clothespins.
DM