Bound to a chair with chains and locking cuffs and with a ballad stuffed into my mouth I sit in waiting. Next to me is a table with a pair of clover clamps and frames that, when attached to the clover clamps, pull and stretch out your nipples. Finally he comes for me, humiliating me with writing across my tits ‘Whore’ and ‘Slut’. The clamps come first, and they hurt like hell, tiny little teeth dig into my sensitive nipple relentlessly. Next the frames are attached, and one turn at a time of the thread pulls against my chest, stretching out my nipple in an evil way. He keeps going, winding ...

Bound to a chair with chains and locking cuffs and with a ballad stuffed into my mouth I sit in waiting. Next to me is a table with a pair of clover clamps and frames that, when attached to the clover clamps, pull and stretch out your nipples. Finally he comes for me, humiliating me with writing across my tits ‘Whore’ and ‘Slut’. The clamps come first, and they hurt like hell, tiny little teeth dig into my sensitive nipple relentlessly. Next the frames are attached, and one turn at a time of the thread pulls against my chest, stretching out my nipple in an evil way. He keeps going, winding the little nuts down until I can’t take it anymore, it almost feels like they’re being pulled right off my chest! Then the tension gives and one of the clamps slip off, making me scream into my gag. ‘I guess it’ll have to go back on.’ He says, very matter of fact, and that’s when the real nipple pain begins.