coins in a bucket

She laughs as you continue to squirm around trying to escape the pain in your clit. "Now that you're awake, we can play the next game." She stands you up and leans you against the door. She ties your hands above your head. The shut door keeps the rope in place. Your legs are tied into a wide stance once again leaving your pussy ****. You get nervous as she holds up another clamp and a small plastic bucket. A thin string connects the two.

"Ooo," you let out a little moan as the clamp closes on your clit. She smirks and drops the bucket. It's not heavy enough to pull the clamp off but it does tug on your clit a bit. You take heavy breaths until the bucket stops swinging. Compared to what your pussy has already been through tonight, this is pretty manageable. Though tolerable now, you know that the longer you wear the clamp, the worse it will feel when it's removed. You ask, "what now?" She sits on the floor a few feet in front of you and plops a bag of change on the ground. Smiling, she says, "Now we see how much I can fill up the bucket."

She throws the first coin in and the second and the third. The fourth coin lands and the bucket swings again tugging on your clit. All you can do is whine and moan as your clit begins to throb more and more with the growing weight. Several more coins and the bucket feels like it's trying to pull your clit to the floor. Unconcerned, she continues to toss coins. "Ahh!" you yell out when the latest coin causes the clamp to start slipping on your clit. It had barely moved but it was enough to feel the effects of blood returning in addition to the weighted clamp the rest of your clit was still supporting.

A few more coins and the clamp slips further. You start to beg. "Please... please take it off. My clit can't take anymore." She responds by tossing in another coin. Your clit is on fire with pain as the clamp continues to slowly slip off while the bucket stretches it further and further. Another coin. Your legs shake as the clamp slips to just the very tip of your clit. You open your mouth to yell but no sound comes out. Through teary eyes, you watch a final coin land in the bucket. The clamp is pulled off your clit and all the blood rushes back into it. All you can do is tug on your restraints as it throbs.

The pain starts to subside and you regain some composure. She stands and you're hoping to be set free so that you can sooth your aching clit. Instead, she grips the bag of extra change, winds up like a softball pitch and slams it into your pussy.