"No thanks, Zara. Better get back to the missus before she starts panicking," answered Ted, hobbling off as fast as his arthritic hip would allow him. Zara shouted another thank you after him then closed the door, shaking her head in pity. Would there be anyone to look after her in fifty years when she lost her marbles?
The cardboard box was taped down securely and had a printed label with Zara's full name and address on it. Still puzzled, she walked into the kitchen and found some scissors then expertly slit the tape down the centre before pulling up the card flaps. A layer of thin brown paper concealed the interior and she plucked it off impatiently then frowned as she saw a pair of sunglasses staring blankly up at her. She certainly hadn't ordered any of those as she already had three pairs! There didn't seem to be a return label either to send them back. Zara picked the glasses up and slipped them onto her face just to try them out then took them off again very quickly, thinking that her eyes had gone funny. She couldn't see a thing through them at all! Raising one eyebrow thoughtfully, Zara slid them onto her nose again and then waved her hand in front of her face. No, nothing at all. It was like staring at the inside of her own eyelids!
It was only when she took them off again and placed them on the kitchen worktop that she saw the cream-coloured envelope nestling at the far end of the box and half-hidden by the brown paper. Her heart jumped and she reached for it eagerly, pulling it out and then slitting the back with the sharp blade of the scissors. Another card fell out; just like the previous one, it was beautifully inscribed, obviously with a fountain pen and read, "Saturday at 6pm in the park by you. Wear everything inside the box."
Everything? There had only been the one thing so what was the card on about? Or did it mean wear nothing but what was in the box? Zara giggled at the thought of being naked in her local park then she picked up the box and shook it, determined to see if something else was hiding inside. On the second shake, an object did tumble out; silvery metal dropping down on to the tiled floor, escaping her desperate grab. She put the box down and bent to recover the item, idly running it through her fingers as she found that it was a long chain which bifurcated into two at either end and finished in metal pieces a bit like bulldog clips. What was that for? Her nipples seemed to jump into life as she realised and she drew in her breath wondering what the little clamps would feel like on her soft flesh. But what were the other two clamps for? Was she meant to put all four on her breasts? Or...Zara flushed at the thought and hurriedly dropped the object back into the box. No, she wasn't going to do it! This strange affair had progressed far enough and it was time that she stopped it in its tracks. Turning on her heel, she walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, seating herself on the sofa once more and flicking through the channels on the television as she tried to find something to take her mind off what was lurking in the cardboard box on her kitchen worktop.
It was hopeless. The thought of the clamps squeezing her soft and delicate flesh remained lodged in her brain despite the banal early evening shows on the television. The women in her erotic romance books would have leapt at the chance or been easily cajoled and coaxed by their lovers into wearing such items. That was fantasy however and this was real life! Her real life and one she was wasting by being a coward or so her mind nagged at her as the news came on with its usual quota of depressing stories. Why not just try them out and see what they felt like? She tried to shut out the little voice in her head but the box in the kitchen seemed to call out to her, luring her back towards it as the minutes ticked slowly by. Couldn't she just try them and see what happened?
Zara's resistance crumbled slowly, like a sandcastle attacked by the incoming tide. Each single second a grain of sand tumbling down and being washed away as the temptation of the waves beckoned her. Switching off the television suddenly, Zara jumped up, grabbed the box out of the kitchen and raced upstairs, determined to try the clamps and then throw them away. She slipped off her jeans and blouse and looked at herself for a moment in the mirror. Not bad for nearly thirty, she decided, running her hands across her flat stomach before she unclipped her brassiere and allowed it to fall away from her breasts, revealing their whiteness to the unseeing silver eye of the mirror. Smaller than she would have liked but that did have its advantages as they were still lovely and pert. She teased her flesh gently, cupping the handful of softness then wetting her finger in her mouth and circling it round each nipple in turn, feeling them swell slightly in reaction.
Hesitating for a minute or so, Zara looked down at the box on the bed and saw the glimmer of the chain in the overhead light. Her mouth went dry but her nipples hardened, feeling like little rubber bullets between her teasing fingers. She reached down and picked up the silvery links, feeling the clamps swing gently on the ends, catching the light still and reflecting it at her in the mirror. What was it going to feel like? How much would it hurt? There was only one way to find out, she decided with a wry grin and she slipped the open jaw of the first clamp around her bud and started to wind in the screw on the side. The metal jaws closed slowly on her flesh, trapping it securely and she sighed with pleasure at the constricting feeling and a twinge of delight shot down into her groin. Another half turn of the screw and then she was biting her lip a little as the pain increased. She attached the other one, winding it in to about the same place and then started to sway gently in front of the mirror, feeling the metal tug at her nipples. Each movement sent shivers of pleasure racing through her flesh and she smiled, enjoying the feeling of arousal deep within.
Why hadn't she done something like this before? Her sex life had been so normal...and boring! Men had paid her attention but she had gone for the safe ones who only wanted to feel her lips on their cock and then slide it up into her pussy. Some had been liberated enough to lick her clit but most of them hadn't been that good at it and her own fingers had provided far better results. A shame that she wasn't one of those contortionists who could get their head between their legs! Imagine the pleasure that could be had from licking your own pussy and clit until you erupted! Surely, it was time to live a little? Zara reached up and tightened the screws a fraction, wincing as her nipples were squeezed harder. A delicious frisson of pain seethed through her body as she moved again and she found her fingers catching at the dangling chain and pulling on it slightly, adding to the pressure and the pain. Should she add a tiny bit more pressure?
Carefully, Zara tightened the screw again, hissing this time as sharp pangs of pain flooded into her flesh. It teetered just on the right side of unbearable and she clenched her jaw as the chain swayed and added even more pain. Her fingers touched her swollen buds and she sighed with delight at their sensitivity. She rubbed them gently and felt her legs weaken as bolts of bliss shot through her body. Every nerve ending seemed on fire as she stumbled backwards and sat on the bed as she felt her panties grow wet with lust. Slipping them off as she lay on her back facing the mirror, Zara sighed at the sight of her pink folds peeping out from the tendrils of dark pubic hair. Her labia already seemed swollen and glistening and she stroked her index finger down the centre and felt it grow moist. She slid it inside and found the core of her being hot and wet with desire. She added another finger then slid them in and out slowly, pressing them upwards so that they teased her sensitive spot each time. Her tight pussy walls clenched around her fingers, squeezing them gently in time with the pulsing beat of her heart and the shivering shards of pain that flashed through her body from the clamps on her nipples.
Clamps...should she? Zara eyed the metal clamps on the end of the chain and shivered. Wouldn't it hurt? But didn't the ones on her nipples hurt too but in a delightfully delicious way? Perhaps if she added the other ones, screwing them on to her soft folds then that would be equally arousing? She who hesitates is lost, she decided, grabbing the first clamp and touching the cold metal against her hot labial fold. Sliding her fingers out of her pussy, she gently worked the soft skin in between the metal jaws then started to tighten the little screw, heart beating faster with every turn. A sudden hiss whistled out from between her lips as the pain suddenly hit her. It was a totally different pain to the one emanating from her nipples; sharper, more intense and even more arousing, she found. Fingers shaking, she added the other clamp, tightening the screw a little further and sending shivers through her whole body as the jaws crushed her other labial fold.
Glancing in the mirror, Zara's bright blue eyes widened at the beautiful sight of her splayed labial lips, tugged apart and upwards by the metal clamps and then she slid her fingers back inside her pussy once again. The feelings were all intensified by the biting jaws and each time her body moved, she felt the most sensual sensations shiver through her senses. She pushed in deeper and harder then squealed as one of her fingers caught the edge of a clamp and sent fresh shoots of pain flooding into her soul. She loved it and hated it at the same time; reacting to the agony by shrieking yet also by squirting little dribbles of love juice from her pussy. She arched her fingers round and pushed down on her swollen nub with her palm and then she came, legs shaking wildly as pain and pleasure merged seamlessly into one great wave that spread upwards and took her mind by storm.
Ripples from aftershocks still shivered through Zara's naked body as she lay quiescent and sated on the bed, mind drifting in a sea of delight. She moved slightly and the clamps tugged wickedly on her soft flesh and she sighed as pain and pleasure mingled once again. Reaching down to her breasts, she unscrewed one of the clamps, hissing in agony as blood flowed back into the abused bud. Her fingers shook as she untightened the other one but she found that holding her breath helped to cope with the sudden rush of pain slightly. Then it was the clamps that squeezed the fleshy folds of her quim and she squealed as she released the first one, breath hissing out of her mouth swiftly. The last clamp was freed finally and Zara lay there, watching the little metal links move gently up and down on her stomach while her clitoris throbbed and tingled with ecstasy.
