clothespin day…the last punishment

Dec 6^th – Clothespin day. We wake up and have sex but my state of mind made for an unusually mild session. We eat a good breakfast, then after a while go work out. It’s good to get the endorphins going. i need all the help i can get.

After a shower, we get ready for the public appearance with the clothespins. Master instructs me to wear tight clothes which will show the outline of the clothespins and no underwear. i pick out a pair of yoga pants and a knit top. He approves and before heading out the door, i’m instructed to place a clothespin on each nipple and 4 on my pussy. They hurt, especially when i walk. But i don’t dare complain, especially after getting a warning from Master that my attitude needs to remain positive. He reminds me to readjust them every 15 minutes. This means they’re constantly painful due to the removing and replacing.

At first we stopped at a coffee shop. i was hoping we’d just get groceries but that apparently wasn’t the plan. i’m told to remove and replace while we’re there. i step inside the bathroom and do so. Tears spring to my eyes but i’m determined not to let them show.

i’m fully aware that i chose this venue and am determined to deliver on it.

We leave the coffee shop and head to the grocery store. Master drops me off at the door, realizing that it’s painful to walk. Nevertheless, it’s a very large grocery store and i grit my teeth just thinking of how much this is going to hurt.

i place my coat in the shopping cart as instructed. Walking around with clothespins under my shirt and on my pussy is humiliating. i imagine every set of eyes upon me, but my instructions were to walk proudly. i try to do so.

We go up and down the aisles, picking out items that are on our list. People’s eyes flicker to my shirt especially, but they try not to be obvious. My strides are getting shorter as we progress. The pain from my pussy is almost too much. i have to ask one of the people at the store where a certain item is, and she takes off ahead of us to the other end of the store at a fast clip. Ouch ouch ouch. Master seems to notice. As we near the end, he pulls me aside and lets me know that i’m free to remove the clothespins. He notes that He’s proud of the way i handled myself.

i go to the restroom, close the door and yank down my pants. Removing the clothespins brings a yelp, and i hope there isn’t anyone outside the door. My nipples are deformed into pucker marks where they were pinched for that period of time.

At home, we unload the groceries and carry on as usual.

As we get ready for bed, i get into position, snuggled up on His shoulder. i feel like i can breathe, and take in the scent and feel of Him. Relief washes over me as i realize that i did it. i survived this second (and final stage) of a felony punishment.

Now, as long as i follow His basic rules, i shouldn’t have to endure such treatment from here on out…unless He decides He wants some “play time” with me.