Vignette’s POV
He's on his knees before me. He's bigger than I am. When he is allowed to stand his 6'4" frame towers over my height of 5'3", but when he's tied to the table or forced to kneel it makes little difference. His hands are tied behind his back and then tied to the cuffs around his ankles in a form of hogtie.
"How many clothes pins can we get in a row along the little seam that runs from your little asshole to the head of your c**k?" I ask him as I run one across his n*****s.
"As many as you wish my Lady."
He answers so sweetly. His eyes are cast toward his feet.
I ask him with the sugary tone of a little girl, "Will you count with me my poppet?" I see his face contort in anticipation of the pain, I swear I see him thinking, Great no gag and I have to count; this will take s
