I was under the impression a blindfold was simply deployed to steal my vision and keep me on edge, to anticipate what was coming next, or where Miss Janet was in regards to me, or what toys she had at her disposal. It did all of that, of course, but it absolutely heightened my senses elsewhere with my sight gone.
They bit hungrily, craving the thin flesh of my hard cock and bound balls. All told, Miss Janet informed me that she placed 18 total clothespins on my head, shaft and balls. Her praise kept me focused, not wanting to complain verbally or groan in anguish.
She flicked the clothespins with her forefinger and giggled when I would moan or try to wiggle my cock and balls away from her strikes. The second I settled into a pain on one specific pin, another would get flicked or pulled. I didn’t care to use either safeword, even with the current pain, I feared it might get worse. Still, as if Miss Janet could read my mind, when something really started to burn, she would place a vibrator of some sort on my adorned cock and make me forget all about the decorations.