Preparation
Sir Damian removed the suction device from my right nipple. He flicked the tip with his finger, watching my eyes for a response. "I know you are wondering what these lovely little posts are for," he said as he began untangling the chains. "The chains slip over the posts and are attached to your collar to help hold these lovely decorations in place. The screws might not be enough." I must have shuddered, because he flashed a dazzling smile.
He pulled a black leather collar from the same box that had held the chains. I saw that there were more items remaining. The color was very wide and studded with small rings. "It's been a long time since you wore a collar, hasn't it? " he asked. "Some of my girls tell me it's a direct line to the pussy." He clasped the collar behind my neck, moving my laced hands out slightly, then moving them back into position.
He then proceeded to slip the end ring of each chain on the four posts of each clamp. He drew the chains on the top posts up to fasten them to the front of the collar. The pain as the teeth slid deeper into my nipples was overwhelming. He watch my eyes and waited a few minutes before pulling the chains from the outside of each clamp around to my back, where he crossed them and fastened them to the back of the collar. Again, this caused the teeth to sink deeper into my swollen flesh. He teased the tip of each nipple with his tongue, causing them to swell and stiffen and push more firmly against the teeth. He crossed the chains from the lower posts between my breasts and fastened these to the side of the collar. He grinned wickedly and bounced my breasts. I almost fainted from my pain, but I did not drop my arms.
He pulled the remaining set of chains, those from the inner posts, up to the center of the collar. This last attachment, combined with the weight of my breasts, produced a constant throbbing . My poor swollen nipples had lost almost all feeling. He pushed my elbows back, which caused my breasts to thrust forward. "You didn't think we were through, did you?" he asked, as he produced a quantity a small screws with sharpened ends. Each post on the clamp appeared to have several holes and he busied himself with inserting the screws so that the sharp ends dug into my nipples on all sides. "I've left a couple of holes at the top empty, " he explained, "for the needles."
The look on my face betrayed me. "Remember our negotiation, my sweet. I can pierce you temporarily," he reminded me.
He attached a leash to my collar and tugged it. "Up!" he commanded, helping me to slide off his thighs and place my wobbly legs on the floor. My hands were still laced behind my neck. He unclasped them and pulled them behind my back. With one of his large hands circling my wrists, he walked me several steps toward a curtained area. He placed a blindfold over my eyes and I felt the breeze as he pulled back the curtain.
He led me backwards until my naked bottom touched a cold metal object, possibly a table. He lifted each foot onto what felt like a small platform, then instructed me to place my hands on either side of my bottom and to lift myself up. My butt made contact with the coldest metal I had ever felt. He pushed me backwards and my back and shoulders hit the ice-cold metal. He ran a strap around my waist pinning me what I now realized was either a medical exam or a surgical table. He pulled my arms out to each side and I heard a metallic click as he apparently brought some extensions into place. He strapped my wrists and upper arms to the extensions.
