#MasturbationMonday – #Nipple Trays and Clamps! INTENSE BDSM

Masturbation Monday

I’m back! Anybody miss me? No? Well that’s just charming… and speaking of charming… I have a delicious Prince Alarming for you today 😉 Am I good to you or what?

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A ROUGH RIDE

Excusing herself from the table and her now somewhat slippery stool, she slowly made her way over to the bar. Her heels clicked loudly on the transparent floor and the sight of moving ripples of water and swimming fish unnerved her somewhat. Getting her balance and maintaining her eye-line above floor level, she made it to the back of the room without a stumble. The bar was already lined with row upon row of tiny little ceramic flasks which were neatly stacked up on the counter. A line of girls, mostly naked, had gathered in order to help serve the beverage. She guessed this must be sake, although she had never actually tried it herself. The sound of a door slamming caught her attention abruptly and a bald-headed man with a fist full of leather strips cleared his throat sharply.

“Right ladies, hands behind your backs because you won’t be needing them.” His voice was deep and guttural and she, like the rest of the women assembled, obeyed instantly. He was a big, portly fellow and had a gold front tooth that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a gangster. The tattoos that littered his forearms and disappeared into the rolled-up sleeves of his bleached white shirt, all screamed ‘do not mess with me.’ A team of helpers quickly followed in his wake, and she found herself pressed firmly into the counter by one of them. Her arms, now gracefully pressed behind her, were arranged fingers to elbow in a box tie, and this was secured at the wrists in a figure of eight knot. They were yanked tight and the result was that her breasts and shoulders were now thrust forward in a rather painful manner.

“Right, you can all turn around now and ‘ave your tray’s fitted.” Marianna wondered why they couldn’t just use their hands, but she guessed that would be because they had been tied behind her. Some people liked to make things more difficult than they really needed to be. “Face forward,” the large man bellowed and she whipped her body around smartly. Her assistant stood directly in front of her and even though she had known he was behind her, seeing him in the flesh still made her jump. He was in his early twenties, either Spanish or Italian in origin, and obviously worked out. Muscles popped out of his shirt in all the right places and he had a sly look about him that spoke volumes. He did not have to work to get women; they fell in a heap at his feet. She wanted to run her fingers through the soft dark curls that rested on his collar bone, and taste the essence of man that he was parading around him so boldly. She wouldn’t, of course. For one thing, Mark would have his eye on her and it would be more than her life was worth to dishonour him in that fashion. For another, she had her hands tied behind her and any leaning forward on her part would probably cause her to fall flat on her face.

Something cold pressed against her stomach. She’d been so lost in her daydream that she hadn’t spotted the clear plastic tray he held in his hands. He was now buckling it behind her and as his face leaned over her neck to check the fastening, he pressed his lips into her. She shivered and hoped to hell Mark’s attention was still focused on his meal. His hands lingered on her waist and when his fingers had managed to complete the simple belt fastening, they slid up and down the contours of her spine. “Stop that,” she whispered, but only half-heartedly, feeling her body tremble beneath his youthful fingers. In response to her command, the man playfully nipped her buttock, making her jump.

“Stop horsing around. Fit the trays, gentlemen and then gag the ladies if needs be.” As her assistant stepped back, Marianna wondered idly how they would manage to fix the trays upright. At the moment it was hanging over her stomach and the inverted ‘V’ of her legs. Chains dangled from two points on its outermost rim and if she followed the chains towards the floor she could just make out the twin jaws of two sets of metal clamps. How on earth would that work? Surely they weren’t going to attempt to attach them to her dress? It would fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“Querida, you are going to look muy beautiful when you serve like this,” said the now smiling young man, who had proved himself to be Spanish. Marianna raised her eyebrows. She failed to see how going about with a large plastic tray on her stomach was going to… And then realisation dawned. The clamps were for her nipples. That was how the tray would be anchored. One clamp for each nipple and the tray would rest at a forty five degree angle to her body. Any weight placed upon the tray would be borne by her tiny, tender…

The first clamp came at her before she was ready for it and the tight metal jaws bit into her flesh with a bite that would have rivalled a Bull Mastiff’s. Pain immediately lanced through her, only to be made worse by the fact that it was soon going to be repeated on the other side. Marianna held back the sob in her throat, but only just. A couple of seconds later the second clamp was headed in her direction. Marianna’s first thought was to run but she quelled the reaction. Most people here would find a running, howling submissive highly entertaining and she didn’t intent to grant them such a pleasure or give them the opportunity to punish her. She wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to contend with the pain that was now coming her way, however. When the second clamp bit, she sucked in her breath on a sharp hiss.

“Ah, yes, that is a beautiful look. I was right.” The Spaniard winked at her and ran the tip of his index finger along her right nipple. Marianna whimpered. The tiny portion of nipple left poking out of the clamp was extremely sensitive and even his small caress was enough to make her gasp. “A little sore, right? You wait till you start serving. It is going to be a very sweet agony, I think.” He caressed the underside of both breasts, whilst pretending to straighten out the tray. She moaned and her pussy clenched tightly. Pain hadn’t dulled her arousal in the slightest, it had just reinforced it. “Now, how many jugs would you like start with?” He gave her a questioning look and reached for one of the pretty, ceramic jugs that had been delicately patterned with brush strokes, depicting Japanese characters of some sort.

“Can I start with one?” Marianna raised her eyebrows and gave her best pleading expression. She could barely contain the pain that was flowing through her body, a jug of sake would double it and two jugs… well, she might decide to run screaming after all and damn the consequences.

“Of course, but you are going to make things hard for yourself. Each waitress has to serve ten jugs. You take one at a time and you’re going to be the slowest serving girl here.” He gave her an unimpressed look, but Marianna was beyond caring. “I can walk quickly, was all she said. “Suit yourself,” he said with a dark frown. Marianna had managed to get a hold on the initial pain and her breath had now evened itself out. She knew that would all change with the additional weight and she braced herself accordingly.

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    • Aww thank you! Nice to be back. I’ve just seen my room plan for SecondCity Signing and it’s awesome. You’re in the big number – Legend’s Lounge aren’t you?? I’m in the 1875 room. (Hope it has a bar LOL) Woohoo! Can’t wait x

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