Iron maiden bra

It took me a moment to understand what I was looking at. The bra cup appeared relatively firm as it dangles groom Master John's fingers. As it turned I saw the inside of the cup had glittering points and the band had an elaborate clasp.

John stepped closer as Mark just smiled. The points looked like nails, not needles, nails. My breath caught and Mistress leant down to my ear. "Twenty-four thirteen gauge nails, twelve per breast," she whispered as I panted. She took the bra from John. "Each one is about a third of an inch long." I just sat there and after a moment she cleared her throat.

I lifter my arms and she carefully slid the bra down and positioned it. "Everytime you misbehave or hesitate tonight we will ratchet it a little tighter." I moaned as the points scraped my skin. "Mark gave us your dimentions, so if it tightens enough it will be a perfect fit. Of course that would mean you would have all this metal embedded deep in your tit flesh." She emphacised the word metal as she clasped the bra behind me.

Mark's cock had a long thin strand of precum hanging from it's tip. John's looked huge, thick with arousal.

"If we have done it right, you will have about six clicks before it penetrates you. Of course, if you breath too hard or anything like that you may have less." Her voice was a purr as she walked back aound me to look at me.

John smiled and motioned for Mark to move behind me. "Now," John said, you didn't raise your arms to accept the bra."

My heart was pounding as he nodded to Mark. I felt Mark's hands at my back and then heard a loud click and jumped as the bra tightened. The nails pushing against my sensitive tit flesh.

"And," Mistress added, "You called me Sam, not Mistress."

There was a second click and this time I moaned at the pressure of the nails. "She didn't compliment me on my outfit did she?" Mistress asked John.

Another click followed as John said, "Nor me."

Mark tightened it again. The pressure of the nails hurt at they poked me. A deep pain which brought my blood up and tears to my eyes.

"Well, this has made me quite aroused," Mistress said, "Mark, would you like to help me with that while Master John plays with Kimmie? She'll be fine as long as she obeys and John doesn't get to eager."

I moaned at the thought of John just deciding to tighten the bra.

(I have been asked to add a disclosure. This is fiction, don't try this)