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07:45

09:00

09:30

Patience and concentration

Standing on the knees in front of a chair

33 clothepins on the chair

A rule under your knees, legs open, hands on head

Five minutes is a really long time. The Master is smart: I cannot but think of him who brought me to this. Here I sit on my bare knees, staring at the chair, thinking of no one but him.

09:35

You take 2 clothepins, put one on each ear

Then you keep watching the chair, hands on your head

I take two clothespins and put them successively on my left and right ears. It is almost a relief to start doing something again. The clothespins start hurting a little, but the earlobes are patient little things. The pain recedes soon enough, until I am conscious of nothing but my naked state. I am vulnerable with my body fully available as I motionlessly hold my hands high on my head.

09:40

One clothepin on your nose, one on your tongue

Having a clothespin on my tongue is very awkward. It is not possible to swallow. Within a minute or two my mouth dribbles like that of a demented old woman. It makes me feel stupid, lacking confidence.

09:45

One clothepin on the top of each breast

A pin on the right and the left 'S': slave inside. Should I admit it? I am wet down there. Down where it says: sex-slave. Somewhere someone was right. I think of M.

09:50

One clothepin on each nipples

Somewhere someone was brutal. My nipples are obviously still hypersensitive from the ordeal with the clamps. Although the clothespins are mild torture compared to the clamps, I gasp, then scream, then cry from this sharp pain. I am near fainting. I manage to keep up, clench my teeth and endure.

09:55

One clothepin on the botton of each breast

Ten clothespins down. I feel like a mediaeval nun during her chastising exercises. I think of how the pain would have brought her to ecstasy, the union with her Lord. She would have been hot for Him, and wet like me. The pin on my tongue is terribly awkward. My mouth is drying after all the dribbling. Would M have realised the impact of this particular one? It prevents me from drifting away on this soothing cloud of little pains.

10:00

One clothepin on the right side of each breast

10:05

One clothepin on the left side of each breast

Fourteen down, nineteen still to go.

10:10

Five clothepins on each outer labia

I place five on my left labium, five on the right labium. There are now many of these pains, the cloud supports me better now. I feel happy. Am I the fairly sober-minded Vanna? I am beginning to learn what ecstasy feels like. Ah... M...

10:15

Two clothepins on each inner labia

Twenty-eight down. A spicy addition to the cocktail of pains. Wonderful. The gate to the inner sanctuary lined by wooden soldiers.

10:20

One clothepin on each thight

I am craving to add pin after pin. I am adding these pins to the backs of my thighs. My beautiful legs deserve them and share the sensation.

10:25

One clothepin on each ass

Ever more complete. Thirty-two down. One to go. I look at the lonely last of many, many pins. Fear lurks around the corner. I think of where it will go. I had become happy, but now my breath quickens. Two more minutes.

10:30

One clothepin directly on your clit. Tears allowed.

My uncertain left hand locates my clitoris; the right applies this one too many pin. Don't think! I release the last pin. Hit by lightning. Both hands grab the chair, my head sinks on the seat, my teeth together.

Stand up, Move all the clothepins with both hands

I go to the mirror again after the second ordeal. A strange sight: my body dressed in clothespins. The words on my breasts and mound have faded. I would feel proud, if not for the pin on my tongue. I truly hate it. I look like a case from the asylum (apologies to them.) I think of M and his designs. I will not crack up and let all the glory to him. Turn away from the mirror! I have to feel proud of what I have achieved. I caress my body, I ruffle the pins - the ones on my breasts, the ones on my labia, the ones on my buttocks. I am proud.

10:35

Exercise

You keep all your clothepins

You go to your fitness equipment

You start skiing

As I start skiing, my little pains cyclically light up, dim, light up, dim... Satanic massage, but massage all the same. My effort is quasi-resistance against the pain, stroke after stroke...

Every 4 mn you remove 2 clothepins

Reverse order of the pose

You start with your clit, you finish with head

The removal. I am on the way back. Thirty-three to go... My uncertain right hand locates the pin on my clit and touches this first pin. Hit! My poor clitoris had made peace with her tormentor. The removal hurts as much as the application.

Ski hard, intense effort

Slowly I ascend the stairs, back to the lounge. The mirror! I last saw myself dressed in the clothespins. Now I am stark naked again. The words on my body have faded. I am warm and glowing red. And tired. The sweat softly bites at the thirty-three little wounds: thirty-three little clearly visible marks, like stigmata of that long forgotten nun.

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