Clearing up the rules of the game

"Well Doe you are right, there are consequences," you reply, your gaze fixed on hers as you move towards her, setting your bag down and removing your suit coat.

Doe is now sitting upright, her firm round ass perched on the edge of the couch, her legs drawn together, appearing especially long planted on the 7 inch heels. Doe's hands are anxiously clasped to her chest, her breasts protruding invitingly with the clamps you had placed earlier still grasping each tumescent peak.

"But first a reprieve," you state matter of factly, and Doe looks perplexed as you approach her. You remove the clamp from her left nipple, and give the now bare nipple a gentle flick. Doe hunches over fowards, her right hand moving towards her left breast and as she begins to massage it, you firmly grab her wrist. "Doe, you must misunderstand the rules of this game. You are mine to do with what I wish. I will decide who or what will touch those perky breasts. They, along with the rest of your beautiful body are mine to do with what I please. Now place your arms behind your back." Doe quickly does as ordered. You reach around her and place her arms such that each hand is grabbing the opposite elbow against the small of her back. "This is how you are to remain," you say.

You then release the clamp from the right, and give the nipple a more forceful flick. Doe shudders, but remains in position.

"Very good," you say, giving the underside of her right breast a gentle slap, and enjoying the action of the firm mound bouncing.