Get on with the rest.

The nipple clamps resembled laundry pins a little, but were smaller, shinier and trickier. Feeling adventurous enough, Jen carefully pushed both ends of one pin together to open it up, then moved it closer to her deeply breathing chest and let it go while it was hovering above one of the nipples.

The girl jumped a little, more from the cool metal grasping where she was most sensitive than from the actual pinching. It was not too bad though, so she waited not before securing the second clamp as well. They still felt heavier than they looked, even with that short chain that seemed to pull them together ever so slightly.

At this moment, something beeped inside the clamps, and they pushed themselves apart a little more, getting a much better hold of her nipples. The girl squealed into the gag from the mixed feelings: it was painful, but at the same time... good. Giving up the liberty of being sober from lust felt very appropriate to her situation.

"Have a touch at it. Yes, two keyholes in the middle of the clamps." — the new voice was louder, closer and more commanding. — "You did this to yourself. And you'll do so much more."

"No need to point your fingers. It's a game. I'm playin'. I can stop anytime I want." — Jen lied to herself. The keyholes were indeed there, and pushing the pin together for release only brought some more pain, and so did trying to just slide the clamps off. Clearly, she had no idea if there was ever a way of stopping the game. And that just made it more exciting.

"Yes. You can stop anytime you want. You won't."

The heat was rising in her pussy again. Crawling over the bed was allowing it to press on every single pleasure points. There was no will or point to go off this road. She wanted to be even more helpless. Jen almost threw the blindfold onto her eyes. A strap shot out of its edges, closing behind her head right above the gag's. Just like that, she could not see anymore. When she reached out where she remembered the handcuffs were, she giggled in a tone unfamilar to even herself. Somehow, there was not one pair, but two.

They shut easily around the two sides of the headboard, and just banging the opposite side against it was enough to make it close on Jen's wrists. It was done. She playfully fought the restraints while the mysterious voice made the last contribution:

"Maybe you were actually free to leave, but I guess we'll never know."

The orgasm's strength almost made the girl jump over her own head. Jen was inventing new sounds every second. There was no recovery from this. Divorced from the rest of the universe, there was only her, this soft bed and the toys that would keep her entertained. She never bothered to think in advance, what if they were, too, no longer enough to entertain her...

"White flag. With a bit of pink."

ENDING #62