Bound to an inescapable steel interrogation chair, my helpless slave nervously awaits the unmerciful torment which is to come. This chair is uniquely designed to afford me unobstructed access to his fully exposed nipples, and I plan to take full advantage of it. As I take cold, steel unwavering nipple clamps and clasp them securely to his chest, I twist his teats until he lets out the most earsplitting of screams imaginable. Ah, but this is just his "warm up" :-)

Concurrently, I torch and sear his nipples with my cigarette, which is firmly affixed to a long, elegant, retractable ci... Show more