Pull My Chain

Two weeks ago we had a date with a dominant man, someone we have met briefly at the end of last year and whom we have wanted to have a date with ever since. Finally it was time to see The Talker again, and I had no idea what to expect. I was too busy in the weeks before to even start anticipating what he might do. All I knew is that he wanted to ‘play’ with me and played with me he did. Master T had taken quite a lot of toys with him, which meant that The Talker could choose what he wanted to use. When I saw him reach for the clover clamps, I moaned. Those fuckers hurt so much and I didn’t know if I was up for the pain. This was not the first pain of the afternoon (more about this later) but it was definitely the most intense pain I had. I moaned, I squirmed, I pulled ugly faces, but The Talker was relentless. He told me how much I liked it and that I shouldn’t moan as much. He pulled on the chain, which made the clamps tighten around my already tender nipples. I couldn’t stop the tears…

After the clamps were removed, The Talker sat down next to me and helped me to drink some water. He wanted to know if I was okay. I smiled and nodded. I really was okay, and even though I hated the clamps, the intense pain and the fact that I almost cried, grounded me. I needed it.

A lot more happened that afternoon and I will definitely write about it in the weeks to come, once I have more time to write. It just seems like my days don’t have 24 hours anymore.

© Rebel’s Notes