I am a masochist. Sometimes I need pain. Yesterday, I was so tense at the beginning of what was a treat for me that needed to lose myself before I could let go from my normal hyper-vigilance and enjoy the delights available.

I asked him to use the pegs in me. My first request was to have them down my back but it was too hard to pinch enough to get them to stay. I needed pain. I needed to float on the sensations of layers of pain. I asked him to put them on my inner arm. He checked that I realised how much that hurt. I did. I needed it to. I asked him to put them on.

It hurt. Beautifully. I asked for more. I asked him to start pinching them onto my breasts. As the pain flooded me, it drove away my tension and stress. Each time he put a set on, I revelled in the way my world had shrunk down to just those sensations.

Standing there with my hands fastened above me, I was completely in my happy place. I needed just one more thing. Now that the chatter of my mind was stilled, I needed a physical symbol of that to keep it away. The peg on my tongue kept me there whilst he played with making the pegs ripple, sending waves of pain and endorphins through me. No sharp on sudden pain. Just ever increasing levels taking me higher and higher.

Sinful Sunday

14 Replies to “Pegged Free.”

  1. Goodness me, Honey. That is a lot of pegs. I love the way you describe the wanting and the way it stilled your mind.

  2. Thank you for describing how & what you felt. That helped me to better understand something that I haven’t tried before and like the others have said the colors add to the intensity of your image in the photo.

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