“…when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.”
― Jane Austen
I read that quote back and I am sorry I didn’t use it for my Marks post – it would have so worked for it too! However, I am still happy I found it to go with this post because the remembrance of pain makes me happy. Like I mentioned in the Marks post – I love to see and remember how I got marks and mmmmm, the marks clothes peg can leave are rather delicious!
I love the pinch from timber ones, however, I prefer plastic pegs from an aesthetic point of view because it looks like thousands of tiny teeth of chomped away at my skin. Clothes pegs used to be a big hit in my house until we bought our first set of clamps and then they got tossed aside. I went rooting through my peg basket and picked out these lime ones because I knew the colour would work well popped against black and white. What I didn’t realise was I was going to spend the next hour clamping my tits for pleasure.
I discovered that my masochistic streak enjoys grabbing little bits of skin so the pegs would in fact actually ping off themselves but do it slowly. So slowly that I could feel it move along my skin and feel pain quite deep. The pain that makes my cunt ache. The pain I long for. I also discovered I enjoyed shaking my tits around and the pegs went flying off in all directions and left my skin with a sudden snap…. *all the floaty happy thoughts*.
Did I mention I really enjoy titty pain?!!!
So that brings me back to remembrance…. look how pretty my tiny teeth marked tit is! Those pegs really do work and funny enough, they weren’t returned to my peg basket either! *grins*