It was on these tiny purple plastic clothes pins from Purple Passion.

I bought them on an impulse, on my way to the register. I had made this first foray over to Purple Passion after having seen Boymeat’s caning class. I had, after watching, decided I needed a cane of my own immediately. I also picked up Black.Latex.Gloves., which are the sexiest things ever. While passing a rack of toys, I happened to notice the clothes pins at eye level.  They came in pink, purple, and I think blue. I looked at Gabriel, who was shopping with me, and grabbed the purple ones. (They go with my purple toy theme)

They really really hurt, and hell, I only had one on for about two seconds. On the web of skin between my thumb and index finger.

I’m so not a fan of clothes pins on me, anywhere. They hurt, and bring up unpleasant memories.

However, putting them on Gabriel’s nipples? That can entertain me for hours.

Once, I clipped them on, and straddled his hips. I was able to pin down his arms with my legs, and sit there, flicking the tiny clothes pins with the tips of my fingers, watching him wince and whimper.

I had no idea how much I was going to like that. Heh. I was giggling the whole time.

Last week, I clipped them on while he was kneeling at the foot of my bed. He was whimpering, and it was getting loud. I decided I ought to turn on some music, lest my roomie or the neighbors get annoyed.

I grabbed Gabriel by the hair, and dragged him over to my chair, and had him kneel next to me while I fiddled around with iTunes. He was bowed over, his head resting on my thigh while he shuddered and whimpered from the pain. Now and then, I’d stop playing with his hair long enough to reach down and flick one of the clothes pins, or tug on one, making him writhe and gasp just a little bit more.

Good god it was hot.

Once I had music going, I pulled him back over to the bed, and ordered him to bend over it. He did, but he wouldn’t go down all the way. The clothes pins, you see.

I straddled his back, and leaned over, grabbing him by the hair. “Go down! All the way down!”

I pushed him down lightly, not hard enough to actually force him down on his chest, while he whimpered, ‘I can’t, I can’t!’

Finally, without warning, I reached under, and unclipped them, and he screamed.

It all couldn’t have lasted longer than ten minutes, if that much, but good lord, I think it was one of the hottest kinky moments I ever had.

All for a dollar fifty.