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to begin.
Drawing a deep breath, Katherine moved her shoulder
up and down.
That s my good girl, his praise fell on deaf ears as he
began tugging, tugging, tugging on that tender tip, pulling hard
on the rope and yet the spring-pressured jaw was barely moving
up her tit. He jerked harder, eliciting a wonderful throaty moan
from his victim, then jerked again. The clamp was hanging at the
very end of her nipple, where it probably hurt the very most.
Joseph dropped the rope and gathered her breast in his hands,
his mouth licking the exposed area of the abused nipple, mixing
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her pain with pleasure as he very, very, very slowly made the rope
taut again, removing the clamp with a small snap.
Tears flooded out of Prima s eyes at the rush of blood
back into her bud, bathing her breasts and stinging the welts
with their saltiness. Joseph had himself in his hands, almost
willing to forgo the ending he d planned and just cum on her
tummy; he was so excited. But, as he reminded the sobbing
woman, there was one more clamp to dislodge. Joseph took the
reins to the other clamp in his hands. Shrug your left shoulder
like a good girl when you want me to start, Katherine.
How could she go through that again? But then how
could she stand that undiluted pressure one more second?
Crying inconsolably, she lifted her shoulder and immediately felt
that horrible thing working its way torturously down the length
of her compressed titty.
Joseph seemed to take longer with this one moving the
rope to the right and left, causing different parts of her nipple to
feel the pinch of the clip. Finally, it fell off, and Joseph lips
clamped down on the upturned bud just as the blood started to
expand into it painfully, again making her experience both pain
and pleasure at the same time.
He spent a long while nibbling and suckling at her,
rubbing his face against her bound breasts. Then he straightened
and reached down to the tray again. Seconds later, Katherine felt
each nipple compressed again, this time with an even more biting
pressure. What was he doing to her?! The stinging in her nipples
was unbearable!!
Joseph moved a sturdy, broad step stool in front of
Prima and stood on it. Just as he d imagined, his cock was at just
the perfect angle for what he wanted. His hands clasped her
breast flesh again, wiggling her compressed tits. How do you
like the feeling now, Katherine? Do you know what this is?
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She didn t, but she knew he was going to tell her
anyway.
Lemme just check and see if you re really enjoying this
session, shall we? His thick fingers groped between her legs and
there was nothing she could do about that, either. The middle
and second fingers found their way into her. Mmmmmmmm.
You are such a good girl to enjoy this as much as you do . . .
although I imagine you find it quite humiliating to enjoy being
tortured like this, hmmmmm? He fucked her roughly in and out
then up over her clit then back in and out again. Joseph could
hear her breathing change to an aroused pattern. Oh, yes, you
do love this, don t you? You love me treating your breasts harshly
like this did you know that, right now, you have two
clothespins hanging off those gorgeous titties of yours? Only
they ve been modified just a little. At the ends that claim your tit
nubs, I ve put a patch Velcro on the top and bottom of the jaws of
the clothespin. That s what s making them burn as well as hurt,
honey. Doesn t it feel just awful? And you re loving it regardless,
aren t you? He brought her close, very close to orgasm, then
stopped, which caused Prima to wail almost as loudly as she had
when he d struck her clothes-pinned nipples with the baton.
No pleasure for you. Not on a punishment night.
Naughty girls don t get to cum for their owners when they re
being chastised for being bad. Joseph squirted a big gob of KY
onto his engorged member as he stood with it level to her tautly
swollen mammaries. Then he caught a handful of breast meat in
each fist and squeeze them together, rubbing the insides of them
against his cock, titty fucking her, rubbing brutally over the
bruises and tracks from her punishment session with the baton.
She tried to cringe away from him, but of course she couldn t
the hump of material between her shoulder blades forced her to
arch into him. Prima was still wearing those devious Velcro
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clothespins and as he leaned forward he crushed them at odd
angles that caused her even more agony.
Ahhhh, yesssss, you d better pray I cum quick those
clamps are gonna stay on your tits until I ve cum all over them,
he whispered hoarsely, knowing that it was going to be an
extremely short wait. But he did try to drag it out as much as
possible, teasing himself and punishing her as much as possible
in the process.
Prima was out of her mind with the burning sensation
the things hanging onto her nipples were causing. How did he
come up with these things? How did he expect her to endure it?
Finally, she heard him cry out and felt a warm wetness
between her breasts. Joseph laid his head against her shoulder,
taking a minute to recover. I imagine you d like me to get those
things off you, hmmmm, Katherine? he said, kissing her
collarbone gently.
This time he didn t fool around at all, but took them
both off at once and again Prima was subjected to wave after
wave of pain as the blood throbbed back into those compressed,
pinpricked areas. Joseph released her from her bondage, sat her
on the edge of the bed, gave her something to drink, then lay her
on her back and secured her wrists to the headboard above her
head. He broke down the bondage apparatus and tucked it
under the bed. Just as he was going to turn away and leave her
for the rest of the evening until he came to bed much later, he
mumbled sheepishly, Forgot something, and plopped a healthy
dollop of Ben-Gay on each ravaged tip, rubbing it in quickly, but
leaving a good portion there to sink in slowly over time.
Katherine was no longer gagged, and Joseph frankly
enjoyed her sobs as that fiery cream settled into all of those raw
crevices. Her cries and moans played in the background while he
went about the room and cleaned up, then before he left he
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secured her legs to the footboard and reached under her to put
another generous dollop of the ointment on her bottom hole.
As he turned on the baby monitor, pulled the shades,
turned up the heat in more ways than one and left the room,
she was still moaning and begging him to have mercy, drumming
her feet which was all the movement she had in her legs on
the mattress in an anguished tattoo.
Smiling slightly, Joseph turned out the light and went to
his office, leaving Prima to deal with her punishment as best she
could as he became rock hard against listening to her torment
several rooms away.
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Chapter Eleven
Several days later, Joseph surprised her by announcing
that they were going into town after breakfast. He d considered
carefully whether or not to take her. It s not like he thought she
was going to escape if he left her there; there was nowhere to go.
She d be caught before she made it off his property, probably,
since he owned a tremendous amount of land around his house.
Besides, Joseph didn t think she d runaway from him, anyway.
The penalties for runaways and those who assisted them, if they
could find someone were extremely stiff. He didn t think she
would want to risk fifty lashes on the tender skin of her back,
given with the hapless woman stripped naked in the town
square. If she did try to escape, and didn t make it off his land,
she d have to worry about his penalties to her bare bottom, the
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