They were like two wide wrist watch bands at the top of each leg.They were like two wide wrist watch bands at the top of each leg. He cinched them securely. Each had a D-ring which he moved to the inside of her thighs. "Do they pinch, are they tight?", he asked. "They are tight," she said "and I won't forget that I am wearing them, but they don't pinch. too much." He took another pair of nipple clamps and attached one to each D-ring. "Turn around" he said, "sit on the very edge of the table". She scooted forward till her ass was just at the edge. "Spread your legs apart, wide". Using one hand, he pulled her right labia open and towards the clamp. He used the other hand to guide the jaws on the clamp on to the tender flesh held between thumb and forefinger. As he tightened the clamp she cried out. "Too much?" he asked. She squeezed her eyes shut and reached deep inside "No, just stings". He attached the other and tears began to flow. He stroked her labia and touched her clit. She felt the pleasure and the pain blending inside of her and reached for her lover, to stroke him and tell him that she wanted him. "You're very brave, sweetie" he said, and standing up, kissed the top of her head. "I do love you" "Now, the rest of your clothes. Here's your skirt", he handed her a wide paisley skirt that fell gracefully below her knees. "And stockings", the kind that didn't need garters. They were dark, almost black in color, and made her skin look whiter in comparison. The purple above them stood out clearly if anyone had looked. "Put the stockings on first". She stood carefully and drew them on, careful to not to move or pull on the chain between the two clamps. They came up to a point below where the straps circled her thighs. Then she slipped the skirt over head, and settled it around her waist. "I feel very open, exposed" she said, as she zipped up the skirt, feeling her breasts sway under the blouse. |