Claw Pinky Toe Novels & Stories

My knees barked on the exterior of the house, but there was no purchase for my feet there, so I waited until my body was balanced, then hauled myself back up, wincing against the scrape of the edge of the roof on my ribs. And it would have been that simple, would have been just a little hiccup, a tiny fall… except as I pulled myself halfway up, like getting out of a pool, I had to reach forward to get more leverage. And when I did, I found out why my grip was suddenly so fast. I had claws. Gleaming in the moonlight, light pink like my nails, and wickedly hooked, the claws appeared where my fingernails should have been, extending each finger by more than an inch, and giving me grip on the rou

I attach one cuff to my left ankle. The metal clicks. I spread my legs wide, reach for the bedpost. My right hand stretches, buckles the cuff around the post. Tight. I do the same for the left ankle on the other post. Legs spread-eagled, ankles locked. I can't close them. My pussy opens up, exposed. 'Locked in place,' I say, testing the pull. Chains rattle. My clit swells already, engorged and pink. I reach down, fingers hover. 'Pinch it hard,' I tell myself. I grab the clit between thumb and finger. Squeeze tight.

"Do you know what a nipple clamp is for? Although the name speaks enough for him. " He turns to me again with some sort of clamps in his hands. "Using the clamps slows down the blood flow to the nipples, this causes a twinge of pain making the nipples more sensitive to touch. The special feature of this one being that it has a clamp for the clitoris. " My breathing becomes choppy, the vein in my neck pulses even faster. Fear? Anxiety? He stops and leans over me. "You'll understand, today I'm testing your pain endurance threshold. I told you about your safety words remember? "

THE CLAWS “You must be freezing,” Miss Claw said placing a cup of tea on the table, still with one hand on the bloody clothe, she has been wiping her nose with. She pulled a chair opposite me taking a seat on it. “I should go,” pulling my crutches from behind the table. Her bony hand held my hand. “Please, drink your tea it’s the least I could do for you, after all you were willing to risk your life for me,”

Adjusting the tension was the next. Firstly, the clamps weren’t meant to be clipped sideways. London looked at the pegs and thought that the screw was just a device to adjust the strength of the clip. She was wrong. That part of the clip was meant to squeeze down and flatten her sensitive tips inside the unusual clamps!

What was the point of keeping my nails long if I could just grow claws? I brought just the slightest bit of my claws out on my left hand, leaving my right hand somewhat bare as I picked the nails. It wasn't like there was anything like dirt in it or something — I just grew them out after all — it was just so nice and calming to do it. I found the repetitive motion of my nails going in and out of each other a tad bit therapeutic. When we had driven for over ten minutes, Clyde finally spoke up. “Are you just going to remain quiet for the rest of the drive?” Clyde asked, a frown very much evident on his face.

Comes slicks up my fingers as I climax through my panties. “Good girl,” Cliff coos. “Just like that. I’m almost there.”

A moan broke out of her throat. "I've not even started, ma'am." Finn smiled gently and tilted his head to one side. His hand ran down behind her, and he leaned closer to her. He separated her panties from her entrance, and his hand found her pussy from behind. He began to play with her, and Claire subconsciously widened her legs apart to let him have more access to her.

"What? Oh, yeah, go for it, baby." Claire drew her legs up into the chair and allowed them to fall open to give herself access to her pussy. Frankie groaned loudly causing her to look up. "Are you OK?" she asked. "Er, yeah, sure, I'm fine. Just practising some moaning out load. Go on, touch yourself," he ordered. Claire closed her eyes and allowed her right hand to slide down her flat stomach to her cunt, slipping her long graceful fingers down her long pink wet pussy lips and back up to her clit. With her left hand she began alternately tweaking her nipples, pulling on them gently to make them stiff.

My pencil skirt was already riding up my thighs under the long tablecloth, and I felt a familiar throb between my legs. Mark slipped off his loafer under the table. I knew what was coming the second his bare foot slid up my calf. My breath caught as his big toe traced higher, nudging my skirt until it bunched around my hips. The slim black thong I’d worn was already damp. He pressed his toe firmly against the thin fabric, rubbing slow, perfect circles right over my swollen clit. Oh god…