Pain mixed with pleasure

"You may as well tell me what I want to know, Your Highness; it is only a matter of time before you break." As you speak you open your desk draw and take out two of the largest paperclips you can find, and Sandra's eyes widen when she sees what you have planned for her.

"I'm not afraid of your sadistic torment." She scowls at you determinedly, "It is you who may as well give up, I will never betray my people." Because of how swollen her protruding nipples are, it is pretty easy to pull the clips apart far and slip them over the hard buds; when you release your grip, the metal clips squeeze hard enough on her puckered flesh to stay firmly in place. It looks painful, but instead of complaining, Sandra closes her eyes and arches her back so her magnificent tits with their new decorations lift into the air.

"Not even the worst pain will break me." Her denial comes out as a soft moan, but you quickly realize that she is probably far more willing to suffer than you are to inflict discomfort. Luckily, you have something different in mind.

"Not pain, Your Highness, I'm going to use pleasure to make you submit." You brush your fingers around the swollen nub teasing a featherlight touch to contrast with the pain of the hard metal.

"What?" Sandra must know where this is going, but she plays the part of the innocent princess perfectly. "Stop, what are you doing?" What you are doing is exploring the soft flesh of her round belly and then the gentle slope leading to her hidden valley.

"How pure are you, Lady Brunhilda?" Your fingers slip once again to the pink petals that gleam with moisture. "When you lay in bed at night do your stroke yourself like this?"

"No, of course not!" Sandra pulls at her bindings, jerking her hands against the rope and kicking at the cords holding her legs open. You were a boy scout for long enough that the knots hold exactly as you intend although you do wonder if your troop leaders would approve of this particular application.

"Perhaps you have one of your maids use her soft hands?" She's silenced by the boldness of the question, and you stick in another sharp barb, "or maybe her pretty little tongue?"

"Stop it!" You're not sure if she is talking about your banter or the way your fingers have found her clit and begin to tease the hidden nub. Her soft moan is exactly what you're hoping for; Sandra is still pulling on her bindings, but now she seems to be rocking against your hand not pulling away from it.

"You like this don't you, Princess." One of your fingers continues to tease her clit while your other finger starts sliding up and down the tight slit all the way down to the tight brown star of her rectum. You don't push into her, but each time your finger passes between her labia you dredge another bead of slime to her rosebud where you spread it in a gentle circle before returning back to her pussy.

"No, you bastard!" Sandra's hips are rocking with excitement, and your fingers are slick with her juices. "Nothing has ever penetrated my body, nobody would dare!" To your ears, that sounds pretty much like an invitation, the only question you have is which hole should your finger explore?