The Slave whimpers as quietly as she can as the torturous devices are attached to her diamond-hard nipples, the sensitive flesh screaming in agony as they’re carefully tightened until she can barely stand it. “In. I wonder what would happen were we to have them pierced?”
“No Mistress!” she blurts, gasping and throwing a hand to her mouth, looking up in terror. She moans appreciatively as she laps at her own sweet, musky juices, sucking lovingly on her Mistress’ fingers, closing her eyes and savoring her own humiliation. “And if I wish you to go back to the bar in nothing but a trenchcoat and offer yourself to the first man you see?”
“Please Mistress, don’t – Aaaa!” She cries out as her Mistress cruelly rakes a deep red welt under her breast, blood seeping from the raw skin. You’re going to give everyone a show.”
“Yes Mistress” she whimpers meekly as she complies, crawling across the leather upholstery to place her full, firm breasts to the cold glass, the hard surface a sort of slow torture to her already
