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he
walked around me.  His voice was husky with desire as he said, “You look
so fucking fabulous, Alexandra Arnott.”
    Then he was gone. 
I felt bolder, but still shy and exposed and on display.  My nipples were
quivering, aching – his hand had been so close.  I fought back a
whimper, fought to stand still like he’d told me, hoping that he’d give me what
I needed soon. 
    More noises behind me,
then he was back.  “Alex, I’m going to put nipple clamps on those glorious
tits.  It’s going to feel amazing, but you’re not going to come yet,
ok?  You can come when I take them off, but you’re not going to come when
they’re on.  You can do this for me.”
    I moaned, swallowed,
found my voice.  “Ok.  I’ll be good.”
    Tad cupped my right
breast in his hand and stroked my nipple with his thumb.  It hardened even
further, and he said, “Your tits are amazing, Alexa.”  Then his mouth
closed around my other nipple, sucking and biting it to full hardness.  I
gasped and fought to keep my hands at my sides like he’d told me.
    Suddenly he was gone
again, and I teetered, off balance.  I heard a quiet click, then out of
nowhere felt a sharp cold pressure on my right nipple.  I whined and
jerked, but he must have been ready for me because my left nipple was clamped
before I finished my involuntary movement.  The nonstop painful pressure
was similar to what Tad had done to me in the park, when he’d pinched my nipple
the whole time he was finger-fucking me, but this was so much worse.  Both
nipples were being pinched hard, and I wondered if I was going to lose
sensation in them.  I whimpered.
    He picked up one of my
big breasts and held it in his hand, then casually slapped it with the other
hand.  I whimpered and tried not to squirm as he worked the clamps on my
nipples, attaching a heavy metal chain between them.  It pulled my aching
breasts together and down, and the chain brushed the top of my tummy as I
breathed.
    Tad’s fingers started
trailing down my stomach.  He said, “You’re my brave girl, Alex. 
Your tits look so good like that.  Yes, the clamps are very tight, aren’t
they?” 
    I nodded.
    Tad’s fingers tickled
both sides of my hipbones.  “But nipples are very tough, Alex.  Step
up, high over your dress, and walk forward, girl.”
    He took my small hands
in his, supporting me in the dizzy darkness as I took a step toward him. 
He halted me and ran his thumbs over my palms. 
    “Anyway, your nipples
will go numb eventually,” Tad continued.  “Spread your legs.”
    I planted my feet a
little wider, with my feet shoulder-width apart.  I felt shy again. 
Guys didn’t like to inspect my goods - stick a finger in there, maybe,
or lick it for a few minutes, but not spread me open and look at me.
    Tad clicked his
tongue.  “Wider, Alex.”
    I hesitated, and his
voice went gentle.  “You’re beautiful, Alex.  I like to look at
you.  Make me happy, girl.” 
    I spread my legs even
wider, til I felt the strain in my knees, and his hot hands started drifting
down my body again.  “Yes, Alex, good girl.”
    His hands trailed down
my thighs, tickling behind my knees, then one hand lifted off and joined the
other at my ankle.  He started unbuckling my sandals.  “When your
tits are numb, I’m going to yank both of those clamps off, and you’re going to
scream your pretty little head off while you come.  Step out of this
shoe.  Good.”  He moved to the other shoe.  “And I’m going to be
fucking you while that happens.  Ok, step out of the other one.  Now
kneel, Alex, on your knees.”
    I knelt, feeling the
cool hardwood under my knees.  I heard a zipper going down and cloth
rustling.  I was drooling at the thought of finally tasting his cock,
finally giving him a dose of the torment he’d been giving me, finally getting
some sex even if it was just giving head.  I opened my mouth, and he
chuckled.
    “You ready for me,
baby?  You want to suck this