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straight out from her breast.
The wail was back, louder and higher than before.
Useless struggles only served to increase her suffering, jiggling
the offended mound and waving the clothespin in the air. The
second bit into her left one in just the same bondage-fantasy way,
raising the volume of the wail but making it more intermittent as
she struggled to deal with the harsh pinch. Joseph stepped back
to admire his artistry, rubbing a hand over his erection casually at
the sight. He took several steps closer, pressing himself against
his woman. Never had clamps put on your tits, Katherine? She
didn t really answer him she couldn t, she was still trying to
come to grips with what had a grip on two very tender portions
of her anatomy. Well, I don t think it s something you ll ever
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quite get used to, really, but it is something you ll definitely
become extremely familiar with it, shall we say?
He lifted a breast in each hand, from the underside, the
flattened nubs and their tormenters poking out between the
thumb and forefinger of each hand as he shook her teats, gently
at first, then with more force, making the pins wobble back and
forth as far as they could while anchored firmly to her flesh. As he
avidly watched, his hands cruelly squeezed and massaged and
agitated her ample flesh, then his gaze flicked up to her face.
Tears trickled from beneath the padded blindfold, dropping
onto his field of play, and she was still testing her bonds as well as
she could, just enough to make her look like she was writhing
hotly to entice him.
Before he got too involved, he took a piece of slim rope
and put it through the holes at the end of the clothespins, lacing
them together and pulling them towards each other. Ahhhhhh.
Another groan of misery. Music to his ears. Then he tied the
whole contraption to an eyehook on the pole, lifting and
suspending her breasts by the clamps on her nipples while she
whimpered and cried.
In the spirit of starting easily, Joseph looked down at the
tray of tools and selected a slim plastic rod that looked very much
like a conductor s baton. Tying her titties back allowed him
unrestricted access to a very neglected area of her breasts the
tender undersides. This was where he began to strike short,
sharp snaps of his wrist that left thinnish weals, reminding him of
the pattern the switch had made on her bottom. Ignoring all of
the useless sounds emanating from behind her headgear, he lost
himself in whipping that magnificent pair with total abandon
until the shy, vulnerable area was alive with red and pink trails.
On occasion, he had missed his intended target and snapped the
rod down onto a clothespin, or even once the bit of nipple flesh
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just beneath the jaws of the clamp, making his woman keen again
as loudly as she could, tears splashing down from her chin to wet
those ripe, hanging melons.
By the time he finished, the undersides of both titties
were alive with angry red lines, looking very sore and swollen.
Joseph was extremely satisfied with his work. He put the baton
down, and retied the rope that had been tied high on the pole.
Instead, he pulled the rope that was still laced through the end of
the clothespins down, forcing her nipples to point downwards as
he threaded the rope between her pussy lips, making very sure
that there was a rough piece of rope on either side of her already
engorged clitty, then down over the entrance to her cunt, and
then up in back over her little flowered hole, to be tied off very
tautly to the pole.
Now every time Prima moved, the rope rubbed against
both sides of the nub between her legs. She was mortified! And
with the way he wielded that thin stick, there was no way in hell
that she wouldn t try to move somehow.
Joseph sighed contentedly as he once again stood in
front of Prima, baton in hand. You are very, very wet, my girl.
One would think that, despite all your moans and groans and
screams and tears, that you enjoyed this. He had put the baton
under his arm to hold it and was busily twisting the clothespins
in place. You can wail all you like, Katherine . . . well, as much as
your head harness will allow. No one will help you. No one is
going to save you from this. And as much as it s going to hurt you
and it will hurt a lot you re pussy s gonna end up drenched as
usual and ready to be fucked by me, your owner. Which is how it
should be. For a virgin, I got myself quite a hot slut.
He brought the stick down smartly on the tops of both
breasts at once, then set about searing each one individually for a
while, occasionally bringing the unforgiving rod down on top of
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each clothespin. Joseph laid into her breasts with a vengeance,
smacking them until their swollen skin was fit to burst with the
mass of flaming welts he d created. Throwing the baton aside, he
untied the rope that held pulled the clamps down and threw it to
one side, grasped a breast roughly in each hand, crushing them
and pressing them together, rubbing the marks he d caused over
the last half hour, jiggling those tortured little berries of hers
good and hard. He was about ready to explode without even
having touched himself.
He was able to back himself down a bit mentally, even
though he leaned closer to her to whisper, I m gonna take the
clothespins off your naughty little nipples. I m going to take them
off the hard way: I m going to pull them off. Moans and groans
and cracked little cries greeted Joseph s ears. One at a time. And
I want you to ask me to do it yourself. You can t talk, but I want
you to shrug your shoulder. Whichever shoulder you shrug is the
clamp I m going to pull off. I won t do it until you ask me to,
though. Don t make me stand here forever waiting for you,
either, or you won t like the way I pick to get them off. He
tweaked each aching point nastily. Or maybe you would. But I
want you to ask for it. He squeezed her boobs again
rhythmically, making the clothespins bob up and down painfully.
Those clamps must be hurtin you quite a bit by now, honey.
You must be just about dying to get them off your poor little
teats . . . hmmmm? She hated it when he used animal names for
her parts! It was so humiliating. Joseph threaded a short length
of rope through the holes at the end of each nipple, so he could
use them almost like reins as he teased the clamps off her.
Oh, how right he was! It was bad enough that he d
bound her breasts, but those awful things he d put on her very
sensitive buds were horrible! She d never be able to look at a
clothespin the same way again without remembering how its
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jaws felt squeezing down on her nipples! The pressure, the itchy-
burn made her want to cut off her tips gladly to ease it. And then
he had caned first the undersides then the tops, relentlessly, the
same merciless way he plied her bottom with whatever
implement was in his hand at the time, and she never knew
where the next stroke was coming from. The occasional
wayward strokes that hit those clamps nearly caused her to faint
in agony, but she wasn t allowed that release from her suffering.
Now he was making her ask to have the clamps not
taken off, but pulled off. If she knew him at all, he would do it
slowly and torturously, millimeter by millimeter, so that she
would experience the most pain possible. Sobbing defeatedly,
she decided she might as well get it over with.
Prima, he prompted her, You re making me wait, he
warned.
She moaned, then slowly raised her right shoulder in
surrender. Katherine felt his hand on her upper arm.
We ll do the right one first, then. She knew he had
taken a hold of the rope, pulling it lightly as he spoke in an almost
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