The nipples get clamped

Suddenly his fingers were on my nipples. I didn’t resist. Why didn’t I resist? He was just a boy!

He pinched and turned each of my nipples between his finger and thumb. Then he bade me hold my hair up while he fastened the chain around my neck. The metal felt cold. It felt silky, sexy. No it didn’t, it felt awful, horrible. It looked real silver. He ran his fingers delicately along one of the lengths of chain attached to the collar, and clipped it with experienced fingers in place around my left nipple.

I gasped and almost fleed. It was so tight! Why did it have to be so tight?

“Now you will dance more beautifully,” he said quietly.

I drew breath sharply when he snapped the second clamp in to place.

He spent several long seconds admiring his handiwork. I had just given my breasts to a complete stranger! What on earth was I doing?

Although I felt his eyes on me, I did not dare return his gaze. Instead I looked down at his feet and his expensive looking, shiny, black, patent leather shoes.

The pinching sensation seemed to intensify as he signaled for me to rise. I curtsied. I wasn’t sure if I should thank him or not. The CEO had told me not to speak. Better not then.

With my nipples decorated by ‘the special necklace’, I resumed dancing for him. I was somewhat relieved: This had to be better than drinking his semen, didn’t it? Curiously, I quickly discovered that the pinching sensation in my nipples made me wriggle my bosom more eagerly – since the extra movement seemed to distract from the discomfort. Was that what he had meant when he had said it would make me dance ‘more beautifully?"

What would I have to do to please him and earn his reward?