Not just for clothes

I just love household objects that are easily pervertible and clothes pins, or pegs as we call them in the UK, easily fall into that category. Or do they? Living in a flat until recently, I had no outside space to hang laundry so had no need for pegs.

Actually, I do have one of two but they’re used in my kitchen to keep bags of frozen vegetables from spilling their contents over my freezer. I have occasionally played with them but being cheap the quality wasn’t good and they had bits of plastic jutting out which cut the skin in a completely wrong way for me. Besides all that, they are brown and beige so not pretty enough for decorations.

One day Sir told me to pick up some pegs whilst out shopping, giddy with excitement I rushed to the shops and headed straight for the laundry aisle only to be faced with a dilemma. Out of the different designs which one was I supposed to pick? Wooden, plastic, stainless steel, storm strength, jumbo, soft tipped. After deliberating for a while and other shoppers wondering what was taking so long I decided against the wooden and metal ones because I thought they maybe too pinchy, I went against some of the plastic ones as I didn’t like the colours and went for the pretty purple ones.  He hadn’t specified so whichever one I picked my decision could be used against me. When I got home and presented my choice he grinned, purple…what else could they be.

I love the pinchy feel as they’re attached to my nipples, the pressure they give and to a point even the way they sting when the blood rushes back in. Just a few weeks ago I saw that evil glint in his eye and I knew I was in for a treat. I got me to stand in front of him as he knelt, feeling a little unnerved by this reversal, he then reached up and started attaching the pegs to my pussy lips. I’ve never used pegs there before and was quite apprehensive but they were actually more comfortable than I though they would be. Then he got up and went downstairs and ordered me to follow. Walking gave a strange sensation and then stairs, well they were interesting, the pegs pulled in every direction! Seeing the look on my face he asked if I could run back upstairs to go and get a drink, as I gingerly turned and headed back upstairs he shouted after me ‘I said run!’. By the time I got to the top I could feel my wetness running down my thighs, I grabbed our drinks and made my way back down the stairs again.  He pushed me back on the bed and quickly slid into me. As he fucked me he gently tugged on each of the pegs which were now loosening as my juices had made them slick and pinched them tighter until I was just on the edge of my orgasm, at that point he pulled each of the pegs off, the pain sent me over the edge of an incredibly intense orgasm!