My Tits are bound tightly with coils of rope and my hands are suspended over my head. There is a pulley hoist clipped onto a loop between my tits as they are pulled up to ceiling, in predicament bondage, as I am made to balance on my tip toes or else take my entire weight on my tits. I’m left on my own to sway and pull on the rope until I know I have no escape. Sir brings out a pair of split clamps for my nipples and they squeeze so very tightly, crushing my nipple between the solid bars. Next is impact play, a selection of various favoured paddles and an old shoe brush that makes me wince ...

My Tits are bound tightly with coils of rope and my hands are suspended over my head. There is a pulley hoist clipped onto a loop between my tits as they are pulled up to ceiling, in predicament bondage, as I am made to balance on my tip toes or else take my entire weight on my tits. I’m left on my own to sway and pull on the rope until I know I have no escape. Sir brings out a pair of split clamps for my nipples and they squeeze so very tightly, crushing my nipple between the solid bars. Next is impact play, a selection of various favoured paddles and an old shoe brush that makes me wince just thinking about it. With my tits in tight bondage they begin to deepen in colour and become overtly sensitive to the collection of implements ready to be used on them. The overwhelming sensation of having my breath almost taken away by the swift and relentless smacks of leather and rubber against my tits.