Every so often he'd ask me if I was enjoying the pain and I'd be required to answer with nothing more than "yes, sifu." I suppose he decided not enough of my body was exposed in this position. He had me stand up and he bound my wrists to my conveniently placed ceiling hooked. My face flushed with shame as I felt the forgotten balls fall out of my cunt. He must think me such a used slut. He didn't say anything, just continued positioning me. He found a sash of mine and covered my eyes. I was ready for more flogging when I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. He found a particularly sadistic set of clover clamps. I whimpered, but could not speak. My nipples were still sore from all my previous play and I did not want this. The other one went on and I had to bite my lip. I needed a hard flogging just to detract from this wretched device. Now the words came that I'd been fearing. Was I so weak that I couldn't even keep some balls inside me? Well since my cunt couldn't perform a simple task, it was going to be punished. He ordered me to spread my legs and lean forward a bit. My bound arms provided some leeway and I obliged.
The ends of that toy could be quite cruel and the found my pussy lips quickly, biting at the tenderness. He split my pussy and brought the rope back slightly damp. He took note of this and put two fingers in my cunt just to tease, then had me clean them off. He now has access to every inch of my body and didn't miss a single one. Nowhere was safe from the biting caress of the flogger. When it hit my clamped nipples, I screamed and whined pitifully. I felt him unbinding my hands and I prayed my torment was over. He ordered me to my knees with my mouth open. I complied obediently and was rewarded with his hard cock being thrust down my throat. He pushed it all the way down and held me until I gagged. Again and again this pattern continued. Finally I was allowed to demonstrate my oral skills. I sucked him deep and hard, wanting to prove that I did not need assistance. I must have done a good job, he was moaning slightly. I could taste his precum, the salty goodness was the best thing I'd tasted that day. He pulled out and posed a question. "Do you want more pain or more cock?" I desperately wanted more cock, but the clamps were becoming unbearable. I told him most respectfully that if he took the clamps off, he could flog me as hard as he desired. He deemed this a fair compromise. The only thing more painful than wearing nipple clamps, is taking them off. He released the first rather roughly and I screamed. I was quivering, bracing for the second. It was not much better but at least I was free.
