Zipper

I had been expecting it.  After all, I had just been in my kitty bed crocheting the other day when I saw Master Pravus working on making it.  I wasn’t sure when it was coming exactly, but I had a feeling it was going to be soon.  He had been teasing me here and there.

I was bound to the bed with my legs free, but with my arms straight out to the side so that I could barely move them.  Master Pravus had put his zipper on my tits very early on in the session, maybe to increase dramatic tension as I had no idea when he was planning on removing it, who knows.  He left the clothespins on for quite a while, but I’m not sure how long.  I even forgot they were there for a bit.

“Are you ready, Kitty?” he asked me.  Then, he pulled the string tearing the clothespins off super fast.  At first, I was disappointed.  I hadn’t felt anything other than a very slight sensation (and one that I would not call pain at all) when he removed them.

“Could that really be it?  I thought zippers were supposed to be intense.  Everyone is lying to me!” I thought.

Similar to a caning, I soon found out that it takes a few seconds to kick in.  That first initial rip had no pain associated with it at all, but, about six seconds later (which feels like a long time if you were expecting instant pain) I felt a quite delicious painful sensation.  My body tried to convulse, but I was bound up top and I wasn’t going anywhere.  I started to cry.  This was not a slow sob with tears that trickled down my cheeks.  This was noisy, loud, messy bawling.  As quickly as the intense pain came, it also went.  Yet, I kept crying.

“It’s okay, Kitty.”  Master whispered in my ear.  “Master knows you have been needing to cry.”

I don’t know how long I cried, but Master Pravus didn’t continue play while I was.  He just sat there and let me cry it all out.  Tension over recent stressors have definitely been mounting for us both, and the intensity of the play made it all come out.

I felt bad for being so noisy, because he prefers me to remain both still and silent.  He was quick to tell me that I was still good even though I cried out, and I am sure the silence with this new sensation will come later.  The Zipper is something that I am very glad I got to experience, and it is something that I look forward to experiencing again.

Interestingly, I nearly never mark from clothespins alone. The next morning I woke up with the marks you see above in the pictures.  Little pink marks where the pins once were.  Kind of cool.