After a long session of suffering in clover clamps applied to my sore nipples,I must balance the pain I feel in my breasts against the oppressive bite of the spikes that dig into my behind. Standing in my five inch pumps,my feet begin to ache from the lack of relief as I am to stand,chained at the the wrists,ankles,knees and waist. The chain secures me so that escape from my torment is impossible. Soon,my unknown assailant enters and removes the clamps from my now agonized nipples. As the sensation rushes back into my nipples,he rubs and gropes my breasts to add to the discomfort. His hands ev... Show more