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“Give them to me,” he said, then looked at one a little too closely. “I wonder how this would feel attached to your clit?”
I wiped at the tears his hard facefucking had dislodged, and clamped my legs together. I didn’t think it would feel good at all. I watched in dismay as he inspected the bobby pin’s edges. “These are coated, so they don’t have sharp edges. Lie back for me, Alice, and open your legs.”
Shit, shit, shit.He knelt between my legs and ran his hands up my silken stockings, then down to my stilettos.
“Put the bottom of your shoes on the floor and keep them there. No kicking and squirming around.”
To my relief, he was bending the bobby pin a little, so it wouldn’t be on me “full strength.”
“Part your pussy lips,” he said when he was done. “I’m going to need two hands for this delicate maneuver.”
He used two handsandhis mouth, sucking at the folds of my sex, revealing my rapidly swelling clit. I threw my head back when he dragged his tongue across the sensitive button.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You taste delicious, wicked and sweet. What’s pleasure, though, without pain?”
He positioned the hairpin over my clit and slid it carefully onto the engorged, throbbing nub. The pain was immediate, and nearly unbearable in my heightened state of arousal.
“Oh… Oww…” I bucked my hips, taking care to keep my shoes flat on the floor as he’d told me. He stood above me, watching me suffer for a moment, pure delight on his face. I squeezed out a few more tears, blinking through the pain.
“I won’t leave it on forever,” he said, helping me up. “Although we might look into some intimate piercings in the near future. That might be fun.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, tottering on my heels.
He backed me up to the rack with a stare that had me shivering. My legs were bound first, spread apart. My poor clit ached as the air caressed it. “How… How long…?” I began in a quivery voice.
“As long as I think you need. Arms up, please.”
I swallowed. He bound my wrists to the top of the rack, spread as wide as my legs. My breasts were exposed, along with my pussy, by The Gallery uniform. I stretched my body, trying to get comfortable since I couldn’t get away. Honestly, I didn’t want to get away, even when he picked up the hated clover clamps. But as he turned and saw the suffering on my face, he paused.
“If I’m going to clamp your clit with a hairpin, I might as well use them for your nipples too. It’ll provide a nice circle of continuity.”
Continuity? More like agony.Ugh, why had I used so many pins in my hair? I should have known my crown of braids wouldn’t survive this night intact. He took two of the pins he’d collected earlier and bent them open, just a little, as he’d done with the one he put on my clit. Like that one, these pins hurt like hell when he applied them. They gripped my nipples like little shark mouths, and no way were they coming off unless he bent them off.
“Ow, it really hurts, Sir.” I squirmed to try to soothe the pain, but it only turned him on more. He shed the rest of his clothes and kicked off his boxers. Tall, beautiful, strong Milo, ready to hurt and fuck me. He stood in front of me and lifted my chin, gazing into my teary eyes.
“Do you remember the safe word, baby?”
“I don’t need a safe word,” I said. “This is our Gallery. Let’s not depend on safe words, because I know you’ll keep me safe.”
I could tell my request touched him. I could also tell he wasn’t sure about the idea. “I’m going to use a cane on you, Alice. Canes really hurt. Then I’m going to fuck your ass without plugging you first. You sure you don’t want that safe word?”
I shook my head, excited and terrified. “No, Sir.”
He studied me a moment, then turned away, picking up his tie from the chair where he’d laid it. At first I thought he’d blindfold me, but then I remembered him saying that blindfolds weren’t allowed when safe words weren’t used, like in The Gallery.The eyes say more than safe words ever could, he’d told me,if the Dom’s paying attention.
No, he used his tie as a gag instead, shoving it between my lips and tying it tightly behind my head. I could breathe, but talking was out. When he finished tying it off, he gave it a little shake, and my whole body trembled. I was bound and speechless, utterly helpless in his hands.
“These little pins hurt, I bet,” he said, flicking my nipples. When I nodded, he offered dubious comfort: “I won’t leave them on too long. It doesn’t take that many strokes to break someone down with a cane. But after, when I fuck you…” His lips curved in a sadistic smile. “I’ll make that last a long, long time before I let you come.”
I moaned. It sounded strange and muffled behind the gag, and so erotic. I’d never been gagged before, so I moaned again to get used to the sound. Milo walked behind me and I felt the cane tap against my ass. He’d never used one on me before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I knew it wouldn’t be pleasant.
Not. Pleasant. At. All. Owww.When the first stroke came, I yowled at the shocking, blistering sting. Now my muffled voice sounded strangled. He waited a moment, steadying me with a hand on my waist.How many?I wanted to beg.How many of these do I have to take? This really hurts!
Instead I could only groan as another blow fell. It was just a small flick of his wrist. I could see the movement if I turned my head, but then everything went fuzzy when the thin, whippy implement connected. Three strokes. Four. A sob escaped my throat, and drool started soaking through my improvised gag. If I didn’t ruin his tie with saliva, I’d ruin it with tears.
