Did you know that a really profound boneshaking orgasm will make me speak in tongues?

Yes, really. Somewhere in my brain I'm thinking "yes! faster! harder! don't stop!", but what comes out is "Gugvunt roonlib! Blagwiss! Urp flugboo!"

Or something like that, anyway. One day I'll record it and give you all a good laugh.

So, yes, Kev did show up tonight. He'd forgotten (?!) his Big Bag of Toys and Games, so, he said, tonight we were going to improvise with common household objects... the objects in question being clothespegs, of which I happened to have a shiny new pack handy. (No, I don't have a clothesline. Why do you ask? Image hosted by Photobucket.com)

So, shortly afterwards, I had a line of clothespegs from the top of each breast to the nipple, and another horizontal line of them from the nipples inwards - about twenty pegs in all, I think. Yes, it hurt like hell - almost as much as the one clamped onto my tongue did, and far more than the ones on my labia. Those were the ones I was expecting to hurt... but the ones that pushed me right up to my limit were the tongue and the left nipple (I never realised till tonight it was about ten times more sensitive than the right one. What's that about?). Only the thought that I could - in theory - stop him at any time stopped me from stopping him. I stayed very still, kneeling up on the bed, drooling and squeaking, while he flicked at the pegs and made scratches down my back and shoulders with his nails and another peg. Then he took the pegs off, slowly, one by one - and that hurt even more than putting them on had. And then he pushed me onto my back and held me down by my arms while he fucked me, slowly and deliberately, bruising my arms and the scratches on my back making me squeak some more - but it wasn't until he flipped me over and finished me off doggy style, hard and fast and bruisingly deep, that I started babbling strange words in between chewing holes in the sheets...

I'm sorry we didn't get any photographs of me all pegged up. I know a few of you would have liked that, but I'd left the camera in the living room and Kev didn't want to leave me and go fetch it. I'll take some of the bruises tomorrow - they're only a bit pink tonight, but I have a feeling every peg will be delineated in purple by morning. And I promise to make sure the camera's in the bedroom next time.

In the meantime - because there ought to be pictures - I give you a few that James captured while I was amusing him on the webcam a week (or two?) back:

Just sitting chatting naked

Standing up

Bending over

He asked if I could suck my own nipples...

I ache all over, inside and out, and my tongue is still sore as hell. Life is good.

(Edit: One of my American readers wants me to clarify "clothespegs" - apparently in Yankspeak those are the wooden ones without springs. Well, these were the plastic kind with springs - it'd be difficult to clamp the other kind onto somebody - but in English they're still called pegs.)

From: [identity profile] james-the-evil1.livejournal.com


Sounds like you had some much needed fun!
Glad I could chip in a bit with the photos
shame about no clothespin pics
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From: [identity profile] lizblackdog.livejournal.com


I know! I'm sorry about that. I'd have asked him to go get the camera, but you try talking with a clothespeg on your tongue...

From: [identity profile] james-the-evil1.livejournal.com


thanks, no
But I do know exactly how hard it is for your victim partner to talk when you've done it to her :-)

From: [identity profile] auriocookie.livejournal.com


w00t!!!

:D loved the pictures baby.. you should be bending over more often ;)

From: [identity profile] flukie.livejournal.com


I am sooooo glad I got my puter somewhat fixed today....

From: [identity profile] manicitalian.livejournal.com


Its one thing when you are large enough in the boobs to do that, unlick me! Its another thing though when you can go down on your own pussy! know anyone limber enough to do that?
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From: [identity profile] lizblackdog.livejournal.com


If I were thinner and practised a lot, I might manage it. I doubt I could do it and still breathe, though... besides, I suspect that might be one of those things that's much more fun if someone else does.
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