"Claw clamps and a pampering weekend" - From the diary of slave Katinka

“Claw clamps and a pampering weekend“ was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka.

Last weekend I was at my D.'s place from Thursday afternoon onwards. That afternoon we went shopping together and I made sure my D.'s bedroom was completely tidied and cleaned. My D. always prefers to cook herself, and today was no different, so that at the end of the day we had a lovely meal together. I was allowed to go to bed on time. But just before I went to bed, I made a remark that was a little too cheeky, and I had to fetch the claw clamps from my bag!

Claw clamps on the clit

My bro had to put on black latex gloves upstairs. My D. tore my tights to shreds and pulled my skirt up, my knickers down, and I was already screaming in advance... that was a big fear of mine, the claw clamp on my clit. At one point I had to sit down with my legs wide apart so that my clit was clearly visible. It looked like a little cock, it was so hard. And I tried to get out of it, but my D. tolerates no backchat and what She wants, She gets, and suddenly the claw clamp was on my clit. Ouchhhhh. “Right, now you may go to bed,” She said as she pulled the clamp off my clit... I went to bed a tiny bit aroused.

The breakthrough

The next day I arranged all sorts of things because She had a visitor. While She was busy with her appointment, I was allowed to withdraw for a couple of hours, after which I had to clean the bathroom. Then it was lunchtime again, and after lunch I had to go upstairs. My D. picked out all sorts of impact toys, and the bondage table even had to be moved this time because She wanted more room to really swing. And how it hurt! But despite the pain I couldn't break through. I was ready for it, and my D. knew that too, so she kept on hitting and every now and then said... “You know I'll carry on until you surrender...”.

And yes, when the iron cane finally landed hard on my buttocks, I broke... And oh, how much I needed that. I laid my head in Her lap and She comforted me. And apparently She could still feel there was more, and gave me a task, something mental. After a few attempts, many attempts, I don't know how or where it came from, but it came! And my D. was so proud of me, I am still letting it sink in, still realising it. My D. had been working towards this for a while. And now the moment had come, my D. apparently sensed that flawlessly, and I did not.

My greatest fear

I was allowed a very brief moment to recover, but then I had to lie down on the bondage table with my legs wide apart. She put on latex gloves and picked up the labia clamp. She pulled my labia through the clamp. And I was hoping for the knife, but no! She picked up a needle, I screamed out and begged her not to do it. But no matter how much I begged, it turned out not to help. Suddenly she pushed the needle through my labia. I let out a primal scream. “Well, the needle is through, you know,” said my D. I was surprised, because it actually wasn't that painful.

But yes, fear of needles, and this is something my D. has been threatening me with for almost a year and a half, and I kept hoping it would stay a threat, and suddenly the time had come. And I am glad, glad that She pushed/pulled me over my limit. That is also why I am glad that I never had to fill in a sub checklist, and that we have no safewords. Because then I could never have had the experiences that I have now.

Happy ending

After she had captured everything on camera, She pulled the needle out. And yes! Here came the knife, she ran it over my labia, she pressed the knife between my labia onto my clit, and really... for someone who finds it very hard to come, and certainly not when somebody else does it, I reached an orgasm within ten seconds...

Bondage workshop

That same day, my D. had arranged a bondage workshop for the evening, where I was the one being practised on. And then things have to be demonstrated, and I am someone with a lot of personal space, selective, and I prefer to keep my distance from people I don't know or barely know. But actually I didn't worry about it. I know that my D. is watching me, watching over me. Before the D/s era this would truly never, ever have happened. And how much I enjoyed that bondage workshop. Really beautiful to experience. After the workshop my D. practised a few more knots and bondage techniques on me.

On Sunday my D. practised on me with bondage again, mainly chest bondage (of course she still had to give me a few whacks with the iron cane), and I found the ropes around my chest very pleasant, that tightness. I had never imagined or felt anything like it before. But it was really lovely, despite the occasionally awkward position. I am very grateful to my D. for pulling me past my limits or giving me a regular nudge, otherwise I would never have had these wonderful experiences. It really felt like a pampering weekend for me... thank you, Mistress. Of course I will always remain at Your service, in the various areas as You wish.

Slave Katinka