J.P. told me that he was sending me a little something to try, which left me staring at a purple, glass anal bead stick. I had a silicone anal bead stick, and the “beads” on it were all smooth. The beads on the glass one from J.P. had raised nodules that were similar to the glass butt plug that I had. This looked…impossible. The beads on it were all one size and were the size of the largest one on my silicone set of beads.

I sent J.P. a picture of the bead stick, confirming that I had received it.

My clit throbbed when I read that. I most definitely feel like I’ve turned into the “naughty ass slut” that J.P. referenced.

“Play time” is what we now call our evening phone calls. I look forward to them, though given how big and bad this bead stick looked, I wasn’t sure that I could handle taking it. But I would sure try.

While my new play time toy was prepped in the dishwasher, I began working on my new book. And right around the time I was ready for a break, Sam called.

“Hey, want to go to Vegas?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m always up for Vegas,” I eagerly replied.

“Lavish Books is holding a book signing event in two weeks. I’ll finalize it now if you’re sure.”

“Yes, count me in.”

I sent the info to J.P. and excitedly went back to work on the new book. He was at work now, so I didn’t think I’d hear from him until tonight, but I got a text around late afternoon.

Clothespins? Wonder what those are for.

I went to a drawer in the laundry room to search out some clothespins. I couldn’t even recall the last time I used clothespins.

“Ah, two clothespins,” I cheered and carried them to my bedroom.

I set them on the nightstand with the new bead stick and the lube. I was all ready for tonight.

“How was your day, Amy?” J.P. asked as I was settling myself on the bed.

“Good, thanks. I made a lot of progress on my new book and my trip to Vegas is finalized.”

“That’s great news. So, how did you land the Vegas book signing?”

“Samantha said that an author had to pull out due to an emergency and a spot opened up. How was your day?”

“It was great. I thought about you taking that bead stick. I was in the bathroom jacking off during my lunch break.”

I laughed.

“Seriously? That’s kind of hot, J.P.”

“Seriously. It was a little out of my norm for me to jack off into a paper towel, but I couldn’t risk getting any on my clothes. Did you think about the bead stick today?” he asked.

“Yes,” I laughed. “It’s really big, J.P.”

“That’s the point, my dear. As each bead gets swallowed by your ass, your clit will swell, and that pussy will be soaked. Now, did you follow my instructions?”

“Yes; I had a nice bath and fingered myself but didn’t come.”

“Good, princess. What about the clothespins?”

“Yes, I have those here, too,” I said and glanced at the clothespins sitting innocently on the nightstand with the huge bead stick.

“I’m going to come with you tonight, princess. I’m naked and slowly stroking. I want you naked, too.”

“Okay, one sec,” I replied. I felt the heat spreading through my body.

I removed all my clothes and lay naked on my sheets then picked up the phone again.

“Naked now.”

“Wonderful, are your nipples hard?”

“Yes.”

His gentle laugh was calming.

“Take a clothespin and put it on one of your nipples,” he instructed.

I stared wide-eyed at the clothespin. Oh, my God. I hoped it wouldn’t hurt. I picked it up and tested it on my finger. It didn’t seem too bad. I held my lower lip between my teeth as I applied the clothespin to my nipple.

“Ow,” I said into the phone.

“Ah, give it a moment, Amy.”

“Mmm, okay.”

“Now, add the other one, princess.”

I took a deep breath and pinched my left nipple between the wood teeth of the clothespin.

“Both on?”

“Yes.”

“How do they feel?” he asked.

“Well, it’s not a piercing pain. A constant pinching feel is the best way to describe it.”

“Wonderful. Let’s lube that ass, princess.” I did as he asked and then lubed the large bead stick generously. “You’re going to love this…maybe not right away, but you’re going to love it. Alright, push one of those beads in.”

I nodded and began to push it in.

“Oh,” escaped my mouth as I felt the raised nodules move past my muscle ring.

“Feel it?”

“Yeah. It’s…smooth, but bumpy.”

He continued to talk to me and encouraged me to keep pushing in the beads until they were all inserted.

“Uh, there. It’s all the way in,” I panted into the phone.

I felt so full, and my clit was incredibly swollen. With the guidance of J.P.’s dirty talk, I rubbed my clit until I came. I practically yelled in his ear.

“Now, remove the clothespins, princess,” he said.

I pulled one off and felt the throbbing pain intensify, which caused me to yell in his ear again.

“The other,” he directed.

His breathing had become more noticeable over the phone now, and his voice sounded raw. I could tell that he was stroking himself faster.

“Pull off that clothespin, Amy. I want to hear you.”

I carefully pulled it off and felt the aching throb but couldn’t contain my yelp.

“Fuck, yeah, Amy!” J.P. moaned followed by heavy breathing and a long pause. “Damn, Amy. That was so hot hearing you.”

“All I did was make noise and nearly scream in your ear,” I laughed.

“I know,” he said in that raw voice.

Then it dawned on me…he didn’t come from listening to me come necessarily. He came from hearing me cry out in discomfort.

Sadist.

“Oh, Amy,” J.P. sighed. “God, I want to do things to you that I’m not sure you can handle.”

Did it scare me or concern me?

Not in the least.

It should…but it didn’t.