I became a little anxious about the delivery of my clamps, but they finally arrived the day before Hanna’s appointment date. After taking each of them out of their annoying blister packs I examined them carefully one by one. They were beautiful to look at and amazing pieces of engineering. I love the way they tightened as you pulled on the chains. I went back onto the website with the intention of thanking them and praising their products but managed to find a short video tutorial on their safe use. Having watched it a couple of times and understanding the clamps a little more I went out straight away to a fishing tackle shop just around the corner. I bought a variety of sea fishing weights of assorted sizes and a collection of barbless hooks.
Back at the office my tinkering skills came to the fore. Using fine copper wire and a soldering iron I attached the hooks to the weights and then blunted the tips. After all I didn’t want to cause an injury. I put them all away in a drawer. I still had a full day to wait before I could try them out.
When she turned up the next day, I was warned by the motion sensor on the camera. I watched as she took off her coat and laid it over the banister. I picked up the microphone.
“Please strip and put your clothes in the box by the door.”
I watched with amusement as she looked around, desperately searching for the source of the voice.
“At once!” I said firmly enough to make her jump.
She looked up and down the stairwell in case anyone was coming or going and then nervously began to strip. It was the same knotted top as last week but a different skirt. She folded them neatly and put them in the box before standing upright.
“The shoes as well … and the coat.”
This last order seemed to surprise her, but she did as she was told. She then bent forward as if to knock on the door.
“I shall be a few minutes,” I told her, “Assume your proper position and wait. I will call when I am ready.”
I smiled as she hesitated and then slowly put her hands behind her head. I owned and occupied the whole building and knew there was little chance of any visitors, but the door to the street was wide open. The sun was streaming in and the shadows of passing strangers must have unnerved her. I let her stew for five minutes before calling out, “Come!” I was surprised how quick she was, grabbing the door handle and letting herself in, rapidly shutting it behind herself. She breathed a sigh of relief and came and stood in front of the desk. She saw the shiny glints of the array of clamps and their chains displayed before her and her eyes widened. She must have seen them before and probably used them as well. I know that K used them extensively in her work.
“Sorry for the delay, I was busy with other things. But you are here now. As you can see, I have been shopping. Do you like my new toys? I’m sure you are familiar with them, is that correct?”
“Y … y … yes, Sir.” she stammered.
“Then let us begin today’s exercises.”
Last week I had made her put the pegs on herself but today I wanted to evaluate my new pegs for myself. I stood up, picking up a pair linked by a chain. I walked around the desk and stood in front of her. She was gazing fixedly at the floor, and I had to put a hand under her chin forcing her head up and making her look at me. I held up one of the pair of clamps, opening and closing it tauntingly. I saw a look of fear cross her face and then a jump and a frown of pain as I took hold of her nipple. Her eyes were fixed on the animated clamp, but her thoughts were only on her nipple as I squeezed it hard. I had to avert my eyes from her face to concentrate as I lowered the clamp and carefully fixed it to her nipple. I heard her quick gasp as it bit for the first time.
I allowed the feeling to sink in as the weight of the chain and the second clamp pulled at the first. Then, I lifted the second clamp and fixed it to her other nipple. The chain hung in a smooth catenary curve between them. Her eyes had closed, and her frown said it all.
“Keep your eyes open, bitch,” I remonstrated.
They flickered open with a pleading look which I ignored. Instead, I turned back to the desk and picked up a second pair. I held them up for her to see and the look on her face intensified. Then, I disappeared from her view as I knelt on the floor and grasped one of the lips of her cunt. She shivered and almost pulled away. I pulled her labia this way and that, watching it distort and stretch, then I quickly attached the first clamp. She gave a little cry, but I simply moved to her other lip and did the same with the second clip. Then I stood back up and looked at her face. Her eyes had closed again, and her pained expression had become more visible. I gave her a single, sharp slap across the face.
“I told you to keep your eyes open, cunt.”
I smiled at her benevolently when they opened. When she spoke, it was a surprise.
“Thank you, Sir,” her voice trembling and barely audible.
“It was my pleasure, slut. I’m glad you’re enjoying things so far. But … I have even more gifts for you.”
I turned my back on her and picked up a handful of the fishing weights. Each one was not that big but together they felt heavy in my hand. I kept them low, out of her sight as I turned back to face her. I picked one out and held it up for her to see. The pleading look in her eyes grew stronger, and she silently begged me not to. I gently lifted the chain between her nipples and hooked the weight to the middle of it. Then, with a smile I dropped it. She shrieked as it tugged violently at her nipples, bounced up and down a few times before settling down. Her tits stretched downwards to the floor. Her eyes flickered shut but then snapped open again before I could react. I quickly attached a second weight next to the first. Her tits distorted and stretched even more. She sucked in breaths of air, making her tits rise and fall.
I stooped down and lifted the chain connecting her cunt clamps. She must have felt the slight change.
“P … p … please, Sir, don’t …”
There was a desperation in her voice but …
“Shhh, little cunt, it has to be done. Hold still.”
I hooked on my two remaining weights but this time I lowered it gently until they hung free. I took a step back to get a better view of her. I could see she was struggling with herself. Her cunt lips now stretched obscenely. I leaned forward and gave the weights a small push and I watched them swing back and forth between her legs, pulling her lips with them. Satisfied for the moment I turned and went back to my chair leaving her standing on the other side of the desk.
“You make a pretty sight, slut, as I’m sure you’d agree. Now, I want you to walk around in a circle. Take your time. Starting NOW!” I added curtly when she hesitated.
She knew she had no choice and slowly and carefully she turned to one side and began to shuffle forward. In truth it was more of a waddle than a walk as she kept her feet spread wide. Each step would make her cunt weights swing this way and that, tugging first on one lip and then the other. Slowly she walked in a circle. When she had gone far enough that her face came into view, I could see the streaks of tears running down her cheeks. She bravely continued until she reached her starting point and then turned and faced the desk. Her expression was a mixture of despair and triumph.