RebelCrackHead's blog post - Pinned by Lascivus

I don't know how I did it, but I left the house today with clothes pins attached to each nipple and 3 clothes pins firmly attached to my balls. This was done at the suggestion of Lascivus. I can't deny her. Her suggestion that I do so titillated me and made me hard. I was eager to please her.

The clothes pins really didn't bother me at first, as my nipples are quite used to being pinned at least for short times. However, the scrotum pins were a bit uncomfortable as soon as I pulled up my workout shorts and especially after I pulled my jeans over them. I managed to get the pins in a comfortable position however and I soon headed out of my house for the railroad.

All the while I was walking to the Metro, I was talking to Lascivus on the phone. We just chatted about, with nothing in particular, but at one point I did say that my nipples were beginning to hurt. She giggled slightly at my apparent expense. The trains were underground and at this point it was time for me to say goodbye to my darling Lascivus.

I sat in a corner seat and tried to ignore the sensations in my nipples and scrotum. This was not possible to do. At first the pain was just enough to make me excited, but after a while it began to become more and more intense. The pain kept building and all I could think of was removing the pins from my nipples. There was not much I could do to ease the pain, except for leaning over so that my clothes and jackets wouldn’t press against them. Nothing worked.

Eventually I started to get nauseous from the pain and sweat broke out on my forehead. I died ever time the train stopped between stations dragging out my trip. I was desparate to get above ground and ask Lascivus for permission to remove the pins from my nipples.

After about an hour underground, I finally reached my stop and practically ran the several floors to reach the surface. My finger was already on the dial button of my cell phone and I prayed that the phone would reacquire a signal as soon as I hit the street. Fortunately, the phone began to get a reception before I made it out of the station and the line was ringing even before I hit the sidewalk. Lascivus mercifully answered the phone and gave me permission to remove the pins from my nipples. I did it right out on the middle of the sidewalk. I didn’t care who was watching.

I am pleasantly sore right now, but it will be a few days before I’ll want to look at a clothespin again.