Nipple clamps!

Once you finished tying the knees together as requested, Nicole reappears, this time holding two small strings, and two nipple clamps that were not linked together. She then tied one end of a piece of string to one of the nipple clamps, and proceeded to do the same with the other.

"Put these on her," she tells you. "I'll tie the other end of the strings to her cuffs."

While you weren't going to disobey her, you had to stop for a moment to figure out what purpose this had. But then it hit you! The length of the strings were short, so when they were tied to the handcuffs behind the toilet bowl, they would be pulling on Miranda's nipples. For her to ease the pressure, she would need to lean closer to where her cuffs were. But in the setup that she was in, that would mean her face would end up even closer to the to contents of the bowl! It was diabolical. Sadistic even. But hell, if you weren't impressed at the level of depravity of your new girlfriend.

You quickly attach the clamps on Miranda's nipples. Her cheek was currently resting on the toilet seat, her eyes looking at you pleadingly. You find it ironic how you had a crush on her earlier in the night, but now, you seemingly despised her. You shrug it off pretty quickly. Miranda then tied the ends of the string to the cuffs behind the toilet--and it didn't take long for Miranda's to realize the pain. She quickly scooted up to relieve the pressure, only to find herself inches away from the contents of the bowl (and even then, there was still a seemingly noticeable amount of pain her nipples were causing her). She would have to either find a middle ground of the amount of pain she could endure, or go back and forth between nipple pain and **** proximity to literal shit.

"I fucking hate you, bitch!" Miranda hissed through gritted teeth. You could tell the smell was getting to her.

"I love you too, sweety," Nicole replied. "John, you want to add anything?" she asks you.