I love the way he winces as the clothespin pinches his nipple and cuts off the flow of blood.After I put the clothespins on, I had him open his mouth....I put the cotton string in his mouth and told him to hold the string with his mouth. The string makes the clothespins stand straight out, and I love the way it looks. I flicked one of the clothespins with my finger just to see him wince again.I helped Mark down to the floor in a kneeling position. I took the rope tied to his wrist restraints, and. He watches me bathe every night. My alone-time is limited now ever since I cut myself badly with a razor. I hoped it would be enough to take me to the hospital, that he would freak out, but I was wrong.He stands against the counter with his arms crossed and his eyes hooded. The steam from the tub mists the bathroom and his black clothes are imposing in the fog. Someone else would assume he is aloof, disinterested. Maybe even bored.But I know he absorbs every move I make. I could tease him. Play. We began kissing and his hands were all over my body. It was a very passionate kiss and he was already peeling off my clothes. If I wasn’t careful, we would be fucking in the kitchen before I even had chance to get him upstairs. I broke off the kiss and pulled him by the hand, leading him upstairs to our bedroom. I already had the restraints attached to the bed but out of sight under the covers. “Okay, stand here, close your eyes, and don’t move,” I told him. I grabbed the blindfold out of the. “Oh - I’m going to buy Mona’s horse ranch, north of here about five miles, and I’d like to put a tower and radio there for Shirl to call us if she needs anything ... By the way, I’m going to help her move her clothes and her other small stuff from the motel to the ranch tomorrow sometime.”He told me, “That Sergeant is going to give your ass all you can handle. I saw the way she was looking at you.”“For now, you and I have to wonder if we will survive tonight. Mira told me that she doesn’t want.