I have my slave bound to a chair and his tender little nipples are completely at my mercy. I test them with my sharp fingernails and smile at his response. I take my time applying clamps and torturing those sensitive bits of flesh. I pull and tug, lilstening to him cry, as I purr into his face. “You can take more for me, I know you can.” He whimpers as he knows he has no choice but to accept it. After the normal clamps come huge metal pillories that bring him to excrutiating pain. I want him to suffer more..
