Authors Note: These chapters will make almost no sense if not read in order. If you haven't, I strongly suggest you go back to the introduction and chapter 1.
Bob visits Schwartz Iron to make an offer. Not a lot of action in this chapter but it's important setup for some hot chapters to come. Enjoy.
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Jill had been thinking all day. She was excited that Bob had kept her locked in the cell since Friday night. She had blown him Friday night after he had abused her nipples with some nasty alligator clips he picked up at the hardware store. Bob found them in the electrical department and bought them when he couldn't stand them clamped on his little finger for more than a few seconds.
He had come home Friday to find his wife in the kitchen, naked as usual. Without comment, he laid the two clips on the dinner table next to Jill's plate. She had fixed fried shrimp in the air fryer, and Bob really enjoyed dinner. Jill, however, couldn't take her eyes off the clips and barely heard a word Bob said about his day.
After Dinner, Bob said, "Darling, you haven't said a word about the new nipple jewelry I bought you, don't you want to go to your cage and try them on?"
"Game on," thought Jill, "let's do this." But what she said to Bob was "Yes Sir, Thank you for my gift. Do you want me to do the dishes first?"
"No," Bob replied, "I know how anxious you must be to try them, dishes will wait." The way Bob said 'anxious' definitely had a double meaning.
In the cell, Bob had Jill put her arms behind her and trough the handcuff portal in the bars. But when Bob put the handcuffs on, he used a carabiner to attach the chain to one of the bars, effectively trapping Jill in a semi strapedo with the inside of her elbows resting on the opening. Coming through the still unlocked cell door, Bob knelt and started sucking Jill's impressive nipples, making them even puffier and firm. The angle was breaking Bob's neck since her nipples were pointing almost straight down so Bob stopped once he had achieved the desired firmness.
Bob opened one of the clips wide and, positioning it around the meatiest part of the right nipple, ordered Jill to watch. He then slowly released the clip and listened to Clair moan and clench her teeth.
Then Bob did the left, which, since he closed the clamp much faster, elicited a squeak that seemed to come from deep in Jill's throat.
"I'll give you a chance to properly thank me for your present. But first I think I need to clean up the kitchen, we don't want those dishes to get crusty, they are so much harder to clean when that happens." And Bob walked out of the basement.
As he left Jill pleaded, "Oh Sir, please hurry, I so want to thank you!"
But the pain in her voice left Bob no doubt that, although she was responding like a good slave girl, she wasn't giving the real reason she wanted him to hurry.
The intense pain in her nipples was too much to bear, but of course Jill had no choice but to bear it. She was SO wet. The agony did diminish over time but not by much. Jill wasn't' sure how long Bob was gone; it was actually only about five minutes. Bob had put the condiments in the refrigerator, quickly rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. He hurried, not because he knew Jill was in pain, but because he knew the clamps were cutting the blood supply to her nipples and he liked them way too much to let them fall off.
Back in the basement, Bob released the carabiner and let Jill kneel with her hands still cuffed behind her.
"Now you can thank me properly," he said as he unzipped and pulled out his already erect cock.
"And those don't 'come off', until I 'cum off', understand Slut." He explained, proud of himself for his little joke.
"Yes Sir! Thank you, Sir!" Jill replied, before getting to work with her best oral skills.
It didn't take long; Jill was very talented, and Bob was horny knowing Jill was suffering for him. Once he filled her throat and made sure she cleaned him up with her mouth Bob knelt down.
"Ready Slut?" They both knew that removing clothes pins was more painful than putting them on. These alligator clips would probably be worse.
"Yes Sir." Jill squeaked in a voice that made Bob laugh.
"OH SHIT, Shit, shit." Jill exclaimed when the first alligator clip came off. Bob saw a tear roll out of one eye. Jill actually tried to reach her nipples with her handcuffed hands, but it was no use. She shook her breasts but that made it worse. But after 10 or 15 seconds the tingling pain had almost gone.
Bob grabbed the second clips. He looked Jill right in the eyes and twisted it. Jill screamed. Now tears were flowing from both eyes. Bob opened the clip and Jill's eyes went wide, she held her breath but her mouth was open is a big 'O'.
The pain slut in her kicked in and she screamed "THANK YOU SIR!!!!"
Bob had left her in the cell then, still handcuffed, her nipples still burning.
"Good night Jill" he said as he turned out the light. It couldn't have been later than 7pm.
Jill had no idea of the time. She didn't know when the sun came up, she didn't know if it was breakfast or lunch time. The basement was totally dark and quiet. She did know that she was hungry, that her shoulders and wrists were killing her and that she had slept off and on but very little.
Jill had spent a lot of time thinking. She thought about how much she needed this. She had long ago accepted that she needed to be controlled, locked up, hurt. She had come to peace with it. Now she just had to figure out how she and Bob could work around his work schedule.
Bob spent the morning working up in his office, catching up on some paperwork. He wanted to go play golf with his buddies, but he knew how much Jill wanted to experience the cell and he couldn't deny her that, not this weekend. About 1pm he came down to check on Jill and brought a simple ham, cheese and bread sandwich and a water bottle.
Jill attacked the sandwich while Bob pulled up the old metal folding chair just outside the bars.
"So, how has your day gone?" Bob asked. This, or similar questions had become code, first between Jill and her daughter Clair and later between Jill and Bob. It was a way of saying, let's suspend the dominant/submissive roles and just talk.
"I love my cell Bob, thank you so much for letting us get it. And the fence and gate looks great too!" Jill exclaimed.
"Well, if you keep giving me oral like last night, you're welcome!" Bob grinned.
"Sooo, what time is it exactly?" Jill asked between bites.
"A bit after 1pm." Bob said.
"No shit? I thought it was at least dinner time. Time passes SO slowly in here, especially when you leave the lights off." Then Jill added, "I've had a lot of time to think."
"Think about what?" Bob asked.
"This cell and how little time we'll have to use it." Jill explained.
