Cherry's Date with Forty Four Pins - Sex Stories

Cherry's Date with Forty Four Pins

Usually a late riser, my dark brown eyes pop open early in anticipation of the day. I lay there with my emotions running from excitement to dread and back again, periodically looking at all the items on the night stand he had me lay out the night before. Blue magic marker, gray hair brush with long thick handle, two vibes, Vick's Vapor Rub, Icy Hot, and forty four clothes pins all sit on the top of the night stand. Every time I look on the forty four clothes pins my heart drops. Surely they will not all come into play. There have been many a time when I have counted out clothes pins and did not use all of them. I get up and head to the bathroom. I run the water to warm it up and then splash it on my face, soothing me slightly. Taking the hand towel off the rack, I dry my face and hands. I run my hands through my shoulder length dark brown hair and sigh deeply. I toss the hand towel aside. My ample curves jiggle as I make my way back to bed. My clit is throbbing and my pussy is already getting wet as I catch sight of the clothes pins again. I know down to my toes, when the first message comes across from him, that all forty four will come into play at some point in the day. His first direction of the morning is to take the blue marker and write his name over each of my nipples. I gladly comply. They are his after all, why not mark them so? I do not have to wait long to see how many clothes pins get used. It starts off where I have been before, four pins around each nipple. The ...

... right nipple has a dull electric pulse, and on the left nipple the spark of fire starts. He tells me to kiss the next set of pins as they go on. With eight kisses, another four encircle the previous four on each breast. The electric pulse on the right nipple is stronger now and the fire on the left nipple is really starting to burn. I breath through the dull pain but my clit is throbbing and pussy is soaking wet. Another eight go on around the previous eight per his direction. The electric fire really starts to burn now. I fight the urge to remove the eight I had just put on. He focuses me back to my task at hand. Four more on each breast, after two kisses on each pin. Not giving me time to think, he has me triple kiss the next set of eight as I put them on my flesh, the lighting inferno striking each one of my breasts as the last pin goes on. My breasts are balls of fire with the pain; there are twenty pins around each areolae. Despite the pain, my throbbing clit and soaking slit are begging for attention. I beg him to be able to rub my clit but he denies me. He has more plans in store for me. He directs me to put two pins on the tips of my nipples side by side with kisses to each one of the pins before they go on. Fresh fire burns through me as the last one goes on. I am panting and shaking. What I thought was wet before was so wrong, my juices coating my thighs and running down my ass creating a wet spot on the bed. Again I beg him to touch my clit. He tells me I am going ...