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unpredictability to
the session. She pulled out the first thing she touched, and sighed
as she trailed it cross her body. It was a plain pair of
clothespins, which she had tied together with a leather shoelace.
She had gotten the idea from one of the magazines. She pinched one
nipple and slipped the jaws of the pin around the base, sighing
when it was on. The other went on easily, and she let a low moan
issue from between her lips.
    The newspapers fell to the floor as she
shifted to get her next toy. It didn’t matter; their part in her
ritual was over. Now, she looked specifically for the heavy piece
of black silk she used as a blindfold, and she tied it around her
eyes. Now, with her hands and the power of her imagination, she
could truly pleasure herself.
    Running her hands quickly over her body, she
imagined someone examining her. Their hands would be cool, hard and
impersonal, stroking her to catch her reactions, pinching and
squeezing to test firmness. She gathered the leather string between
the clothespins and put it in her teeth, so she could pull on them
by jerking her chin back. The sensation was doubly thrilling, since
the thong tasted salty and rough and the hands-free movement of the
pins made it easy to imagine foreign fingers manipulating them.
    She spread her legs apart with both hands on
her thighs, one leg going off the side of the bed. It made her feel
wide open. One, two quick, hard pinches on the lips of her sex, and
she knew that she was already more than prepared for coming. But it
would be a while longer before she permitted herself that
release.
    With a deliberate slowness, she stroked the
insides of her thighs and her belly. She cupped her breasts,
brushing her fingers alongside her nipples, tapping the
clothespins. She didn’t have a pattern. In fact, she tried to vary
her actions as much as possible. Sometimes, she would reach up and
twist the pins sharply, so that she couldn’t help but gasp.
    Finally, she let the pins go, and carefully
pulled them open and off, hissing through her teeth as blood rushed
back to her nipples. Then, she slipped the blindfold off, and
reached over the side of the bed and picked up the book on top of
the pile. She scanned it quickly, stopping at favorite passages and
folded over pages, and read about the things that made her breath
quicken and her clit thrum like a guitar string. But she didn’t
touch herself; no, not yet. With a growing impatience mixed with
her need to make it last as long as possible, she picked up, read
through, and tossed aside each of the books.
    Scenes played themselves out in her mind;
leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, a heavy black whip in a
gloved hand. Bending, bowing, lapping her tongue across smooth
leather. A slap across her face, angry words thrown at her in
contempt. Rough hands squeezing her breasts, long, slender, cool
fingers with gleaming red nails cruelly pinching her nipples. A
hand pulling her head back, forcing her mouth open, thrusting into
her with passion and fury! Her own mouth pulled down, buried in
another women’s cunt, commanded to please, worked until she gasped,
and then pulled back for more. Hands, many hands, upon her body,
pulling apart her ass cheeks, preparing her for another
violation....
    Time had lost all meaning when she finally
dropped the last book and grabbed blindly for her vibrator. Arching
her back, she lowered it to the exact right spot, directly on her
clit, and with her other hand, she pinched one nipple, hard. There
was no teasing now; she had reached the end of her limit on
arousal. At the first touch of the insistent toy, she jerked
against the bed, and clenched her teeth together to still her
cries. Oh this would be a good one! She reached across her body to
pinch the other nipple and moaned, and then yelped, and with a
burst of wetness and an explosion of body-shaking tremors, she
came, her hips thrusting at nothing, her eyes tightly shut.
    “ Oh God, oh God,” she