She wriggled her body at him, trying to communicate that she wanted more, but he just laughed and tweaked one of her clamped nipples. “Patience. I think you’ll find it worth the wait.”
There was a knock at the front door. “Come in.”
She jerked and looked up at the man in horror, shaking her head in shock. He smiled as he stood up. “In here.”
She squeaked into her makeshift gag as another man walked into the room. Her eyes flicked over him. Ordinarily he wasn’t somebody she’d think twice about – she invariably lusted after the bigger, stronger men who looked like they knew what to do with their strength. Yet as the stranger’s eyes raked her body she felt a heady surge of fear. The new man might not look like the alpha stereotype she had lusted after, but she knew in an instant that he was the real deal.
The man she had been dating smiled. “This is my friend. I was gonna introduce you guys tonight because…well, because I was beginning to suspect you wanted things to go in a different direction. And now…well, now I’m gonna leave you in his capable hands!”
The woman started to panic as the man took his leave. She thumped her body against the bed, trying to communicate that she was suddenly afraid of what this other man might do to her. But before she could fully freak out as she heard her front door close behind him, the other man jerked her nipples up by the clamps. She made a loud noise at the pain, yet even as she panted out her agony, she could feel her body start to submit to the new man’s authoritative control.
He squeezed the clamps open a little. She gasped as her tenderised nipples pulled free. He smiled and opened the top drawer of her bedside table. “Time for a little upgrade, don’t you think?”
He pulled out a pair of clover clamps and she whimpered in understanding. But, instead of putting them straight on her nipples, he pulled the makeshift knicker gag from her mouth and wrapped them around the chain. Her mouth was still open in confusion when he shoved the wad back into her mouth and tied something around her head to prevent her from spitting it back out.
He smiled and squeezed one of her nipples between a finger and thumb, twisting it cruelly. “You know what happens next, don’t you?”
Before she could brace for it, he had let each clamp spring closed around her sore nipples. She moaned loudly into the makeshift gag and jerked her head back reflexively. She gasped as the movement tugged at her tender nipples.
She hastily pushed her head forwards again, trying to lessen the tug to her nipples. He laughed. “Awww, did that hurt?”
He grabbed the clamps between her legs. She squealed, desperately trying not to jerk her head as he used the clamps to wicked pull and twist her labia.
The pain was like nothing she had experienced before – she just wasn’t capable of being that cruel to herself. But, despite it being tremendously more intense than anything she had ever experienced before, her pussy was loving it!
He tugged harder. She howled as one of the clamps on her labia pulled free in a painful rush of sensation.
She flapped her arms, ineffectively trying to soothe the pain, but she was still bound spread-eagled to her bed. There was nothing she could do but take whatever he chose to give.
He laughed and twisted the other clamp off her labia. This time she wasn’t able to stop her head from jerking back. She squealed and jerked forwards again with a squeal as the movement yanked a nipple clamp loose. She looked up at him pitifully but he just laughed and ran a finger over her sticky pussy. “It’s not easy being a masochist, hey? Loving the things you hate.”
She started to squirm, finding herself unthinkably close to orgasm even and especially as she suffered.
He chuckled. “Yeah – not yet. No cumming without permission. Or else.”
An involuntary shiver ran through her body. Her mind was still racing to catch up, but her body was craving this man’s agonising play like it was a drug.
He watched as her squirms diminished and her breathing returned to normal, and then replaced the clamp on her red and swollen nipple. She yipped, but the pain wasn’t enough to push her over the edge to orgasm any more. And oh how she craved that edge.
She found herself watching him like a hawk, tracking his every movement as though anticipating what he did would help lessen the pain of it somehow. But she hadn’t realised how reassuring that very same devilish presence was until, without warning, he walked out of the room.
She strained at her bondage and started to make loud noises into her makeshift gag, craving his attention, however dangerous. She wasn’t even worried that he might forget about her. She was solely focussed on how much she needed him to be there to make everything feel good again with his wickedly wonderful attentions.
She heard him in her kitchen. Her heart swooped in excitement and fear. He was in her utensils drawer.
He returned with a wooden spoon. He hit it against the palm of his hand several times. She winced as she watched him.
Without warning he swiped it up under her bare breast. She gasped at the sting. He repeated the action several times, hammering over the same spot on the sensitive underside of her breast as her squirming body tried to process the pain.
He did the same on the other side, balancing her out, although she wasn’t sure if she was truly grateful when it was pain that he was balancing her body out with.
He then started to rhythmically hit her breasts, working his way up towards their clamped peaks.
He started to hammer the wooden spoon just below her left nipple, hitting so hard that her whole breast wobbled. She tried to stay still to lessen the pain, but each hit tweaked at the clamp so painfully that she couldn’t help but wriggle, further jostling the wicked chain. He continued to assault that one spot, clearly with the intention of forcing the clamp off her nipple.
She started to moan louder as the pain grew, yet she couldn’t help but try and squirm her legs together, unable to help her arousal as he relentlessly hurt her like she’d always craved yet feared.
The left clover clamp pulled free of her nipple and she gasped in pained shock, but before she could process it, the wooden spoon was directly assaulting her sore nipple.
He laughed. “Well, your tits do have the irresistible words ‘Use me’ written across them!”
She squealed as he tortured her already pained nipple, pleading into her gag, but instead he pulled the other clamp taut by the chain, enjoying the way her right breast danced by its nipple as her left was beaten so hard she was sure it would flatten right into her chest.
Keeping the chain tense, he started to hit her right breast just below her nipple. It didn’t take many slaps before the clamp pulled free. She howled in agony, but her pained cry was clearly like a red rag to a bull. He assaulted her nipple with his wooden spoon like a man possessed while his free hand twisted and tugged at the swollen mess of her left nipple.
She was vaguely aware that he was watching her reactions, but she was too spaced out to be in any way able to control her responses as she writhed and moaned over the bed, incoherently begging for mercy even as it became undeniably clear that to stop the impromptu session would be far more cruel on her than to continue.