The burning of scotch as it went done one’s throat was always a comforting sensation. The distinct flavour brought back fond memories of growing up and some interesting adventures. My musing was ended by the clinking of ice in my empty cup, I was refreshed and ready to begin the night.

I made my way upstairs anticipation rising and familiar tightness building. I opened the door the bedroom and there you were in all your glory waiting for me.

On the bed you waited for me just as I had left; your arms secured beyond your back unable to free you, legs bound leaving you unable to escape a mask removing your sight and dulling your other senses, and a shiny red ball gag reducing your noises to a sad whimper. The final touch of your predicament was a small toy secured to you buzzing away, not nearly enough stimulation for you to climax yet too powerful to be ignored.

You were trapped in your own little world oblivious to my approach too preoccupied attempting to gain some semblance of relief, thrashing as much as your bondage would allow. Next to the bed was the next layer of your predicament an innocuous pair of silver clamps connected by a chain. I pick up the clamps feeling the weight, thankfully you didn’t notice the gentle clinking of the chain as I approached.

I took a moment to appreciate the sight and aroma of you laying there writhing, waiting for stimulation. Without warning I snapped the first clamp on your hardened nipple causing you to writhe in discomfort and cry out through your gag. Leaving no room for rest I quickly attach the second clamp. I take a step back and appreciate my work as your chest heaves and you feebly attempt to beg through your gag. I give the chain a quick tug admiring the ripple it send through your breasts and tug a few more times, your moans only incentivizes me more.

After a few minutes of playing with the chain I change my attention to else where ready to play with other parts of you.

To be continued