Wind Chimes

Being the Master is hard, what with all the decisions he has to make.   This hard decision of this morning was between sticking a penis in or adding more clothes pins.  The answer?  

MORE CLOTHESPINS (is this kind of like more cowbell?)

When he hit them with a flogger or tapped them they all clinked together like a wooden wind chime.

 

Here's the wind chime formation:  

 


 Eventually all the clothespins had to come off so he could fuck me, but not before I'd been flogged.  There was also quite a bit of caning, before, after, and during the clothespins.  He wanted me to say the pictures are all for Tara.