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He used the clip at the end of the canvas strap, looping the remaining rope through it and tying it off. Then he shortened the strap, slowly pulling Dahlia’s arms taut until she was forced nearly to her toes.
He took a step back, admiring the bound, naked girl before him. “Beautiful,” he breathed, his cock throbbing, his whip arm twitching.
Turning to the table, he lifted the nipple clamps and held them out for her to see. “These are called clover clamps.” He pushed the sides of one of the clamps to show her how it opened and closed. “I prefer these over alligator clips or tweezer clips, because they’re easier to attach and stay on better. These hurt like a motherfucker at first, but don’t worry, you’ll adapt quickly as the nerve endings numb.”
“Oh,” she gasped, her pupils dilating as she stared at the diabolical little torture device. She frowned, shaking her head. “No. Sorry. I don’t think so.”
Hayden bit back a smile. “It’s okay,” he said, cocking a brow. “As I said before, you don’t need to think. You just need to obey.”
“It’ll hurt,” she blurted, adding belatedly, “Sir.”
“Yes,” he agreed. “It will. But you took your caning like a champ. Compared to that, this will be a piece of cake.” He set down the clamps and picked up the vibrator. “I’m not a total sadist,” he added with a grin. “The butterfly will provide a nice distraction from the pain.”
He crouched in front of her with the toy. He had her step into the harness, which he secured around her waist and thighs as before. He lubricated the soft rubbery vibrator and nestled it in place between her labia.
Once he was satisfied with the placement, he took the remote and turned it to its lowest setting. As it whirred to life, he retrieved the clamps.
“I’m scared, Sir,” she squeaked, her eyes fixed on the toy.
“A little fear is a good thing,” he remarked, taking hold of one of her nipples and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. Opening one of the clamps, he carefully positioned it so it would close properly at the base of her nipple.
“Breathe,” he said as he let the clamp close.
“Owwwww!” Dahlia cried, jerking back and swaying slightly in her restraints. “Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
Ignoring her outburst, Hayden turned the remote up a notch. An involuntary shudder moved through Dahlia’s frame. Working quickly, he attached the second clamp.
Predictably, she squealed again. “Oh, I can’t. I can’t,” she cried.
“Of course you can,” he replied calmly. “The hardest part is over. You’re my darling, brave sub girl. I’m so proud of you. It already hurts less, doesn’t it?”
She swallowed hard, tears filming her eyes. “Yes,” she admitted. “I think.”
Smiling, he turned up the vibrator another notch. Dahlia moaned, her eyes fluttering shut in her bonds. “Make sure and ask for permission to come,” he warned.
Once he had her better trained, he’d add a single tail to the mix, painting pretty pink welts on her breasts, her thighs, her ass. He would bind her ankles as well to each side of the rack, and he’d whip her cunt until she begged for mercy, until she flew…
For now, however, he just stood back and watched as the butterfly worked its magic. It wasn’t long before Dahlia was trembling, her breathing segueing into a pant. “Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” she chanted. She twisted in her bonds, as if she could get away from the relentless toy at her sex. The chain between the clamps swayed sexily.
“Please!” she cried, her voice rising to a wail. “May I come, Sir?”
“Yes, slave,” he replied, stroking his cock as he watched the writhing girl. “Come for your Master.”
Chapter 25
Dahlia sagged in her restraints as Hayden turned off the vibrator and crouched in front of her. Her eyes fluttered open as he gently pulled the gooey toy from her sex and removed the strappy harness. The orgasm had been powerful, slamming into her like a breaking wave. Her nipples still hurt, but only in a dull, throbbing kind of way. Sweat prickled under her arms. She pulled at the ropes binding her wrists, feeling exhausted, sexy and brave.
“Now comes the hard part,” Hayden said. His words sent a jolt of alarm through her. There was more?
Gently, he cupped her clamped breasts. “I’m going to remove the clamps now. When the blood flow returns, it’s going to hurt. I want you to breathe through the pain.” Dropping her breasts, he reached for one of the clamps still compressing her nipple.
“I’ll release it on three. Breathe and…one.”
Dutifully, she drew in a breath and let it out slowly, heart pumping.
“Breathe and…two. Breathe and…three.”
Pain hurtled through her nipple, even worse than when he’d initially clamped her. But a second later, his warm, wet tongue lapped away the pain, his lips closing in a tender kiss over her reddened, throbbing nipple.
