He liked to send me things. Partly it was because he always traveled to me, so it was easier if all the things he liked to use were all in one place. But I think he also enjoyed mailing me packages containing things that he wished to use on me at a later date. Not to mention the embarrassment that came when I had to leave my apartment with a veritable arsenal of sex toys and torture devices in my bag. The most recent shipment had contained something I knew he was excited about. A mean looking pair of clover clamps. I waited in class, squirming in my seat, as he was setting up the hotel room for whatever it was he had planned later. I had a feeling it was going to be painful. My pussy began to drip at the thought.
He had me naked mere moments after I walked in the room. My clothes were in a small pile next to the couch as he kissed me hard, pressing me against the wall for not nearly long enough. All the toys had been removed from the charmingly termed 'rape bag' and set out on the table for the evenings activities. The bed restraints were already set up under the mattress. I was sad to miss the moments of him lifting the mattress to set them up; I could imagine how his thigh muscles would stiffen and his biceps would expand as he held it up, maneuvering the many straps with one free hand. I sighed internally.
I wished he would just throw me down and fuck me until he made me cry out, but I knew he had a plan. There was going to be structure to this night. And that meant that he was going to get sadistic with me. I could feel the heat in my cunt at the thought, my lips already swollen as I tried to breathe deeply to calm myself.
He laid me on the bed and raised my hands above my head, slipping the cuffs around my wrists and stretching them to grab the bottom of the headboard.
"Don't move your arms," he instructed me. I merely nodded, nervous in spite of all the hormones that were running rampant through my body.
Apparently one end of the set of cuffs were attached to the top feet of the bed, the other two cuffs pulled up along the top of the bed, sliding under the headboard and coming to rest just below my ass. He pushed my feet until my knees were bent and then spread me wide so that each cuff could reach its designated ankle. He surprised me then. I figured that he would tighten the straps and my legs would be spread wide. The way he set the restraints up caused me to slide down slightly as my legs were drawn up and backward, until my knees were even with my breasts and my ankles pulled on the straps, automatically stretching me as wide as possible. I felt a little like a turtle trapped on my back. But I also felt extremely out of control, open and vulnerable...just how he wanted it to be.
After I was positioned so I could do little but rock back and forth slightly, he left the bed, coming back with the clover clamps in his hand, the connecting chain flashing in the light. He set them next to my head and began to trail his fingers down my neck and into the cleavage created by the position of my legs. He teased my nipples, tracing his fingers around the edges. He moved in smaller and smaller circles, my eyes intently watching his fingers, waiting for the moment I knew was coming soon. My breath began to pick up in anticipation. My tits were not that sensitive when it came to pleasure; his mouth on them felt lovely, but it wasn't ever going to be my first choice if I had to pick a place for his mouth to be. They were, however, more sensitive to pain than I had imagined. This fact was about to be fully explored. He brought both hands up, cupping my double Ds in his palms before moving swiftly to pinching my nipples until I arched my back and gasped at the pain, my hands clutching at the headboard in an effort to keep them still. He did this multiple times, always slowly building up the pressure until I was forced to make a sound. He knew I was naturally a quiet participant in sex, and he liked to make sure that I was as vocal as he wanted me to be.
Once he had the small buds standing at full attention and throbbing, he reached over and picked up the clamps, a smile forming on his face that I'm not even sure he knew was there. I was scared. I knew I looked it. And I knew he liked that. But above all I trusted him, and it turned me on to know that the pain I was about to endure turned him on so much. I watched his deft fingers as they opened one clamp and placed it over my nipple. It was big enough to encompass a good portion of the surrounding flesh as well. The moment that it closed over my already sensitive tit I gasped and whimpered. Tears were already filling my eyes, which began spilling out the moment he placed the second one. I hadn't seen that coming as my entire focus was on trying not to cry.
