I heard her sigh as she sat on the edge of her bed. She lifted her feet up, allowing me to kiss under her toes, her arches, the soles of her feet, and sat in silence. I continued to worship her feet like my life depended on it. Her feet became my world, just slightly salty and sweaty from her sleep, I wanted to prove how badly I regretted not putting on that stupid bra! "Please, Miss Megan!" I begged.
"Enough of that, hon. Shut up and worship my feet. If you really understood anything, you'd beg to be punished. That's the only way you'll learn. I am going to punish you, and yes, I will enjoy it, but it will also help you. Teach you. Understand?"
"Yes, oh yes, Miss Megan. Thank you! Please, Miss Megan, please punish me. Help me learn." I was scared of what she was going to do to me, but I felt the truth in what she said. I wanted her guidance. No! I needed it. How else would I navigate my new situation and keep a roof over my head?
"That's better. Now, stand up." As I did, she spun me around, pulled the zipper of my dress all the way down, spun me around again to face her. Without a word, handling me like I was a doll, Megan pulled my arms out of the sleeves of the dress so that the front of the dress hung down, my chest bare. "Stay like that," she said, standing up and walking behind me. I heard her opening drawers, but just stared straight ahead at the head of her bed and the wall behind it. She returned holding a black box, about the size of a shoe box. She placed it beside her on the bed and lifted off the lid. I tried to see what was inside, but it was on the other side of her and couldn't make out a thing. "Keep you head up, eyes on the wall. If I catch you peaking, it will be much worse." I concentrated on breathing slowly, picking a spot on the wall to stare at. I didn't know what she was going to do to me, but I knew I had only to accept it, so knowing ahead of time might just make it worse.
I heard the light jingle of metal as she pulled something out of the box, and then I felt her pinching my nipple, pulling it out and then I felt the cruel squeeze of a clamp she attached right behind my nipple. It was shaped like a small pair of pliers, shiny metal, and squeezed terribly hard. It cut my breath short and my eyes tear up as soon as she released it, letting me feel the full pressure of the clamp. Then the second one went on. They were attached by a chain that Megan held up for me to see before slowly letting it down. She smiled at me as she took her hand away, letting the weight of the chain and the clamps pull at my already throbbing nipples. She lifted the chain in her hand again, easing the pull on my chest, and I sighed with the relief that brought. I saw her smile widen as she said, playfully, "Oops" and let the chain fall. The chain tugged down on the clamps and I gasped in pain. "Thank me."
"Thank you, Miss Megan," my voice trembling.
Megan reached back into the box and, to my relief, I didn't hear any more metal. I wasn't sure what she had taken out, but it became clearer when I felt the pinch and pulls on my chest. Starting from beside my nipples, Megan attached a wooden clothespin to my chest, then another, and another. All in a neat line all the way down to where the waist of the dress hung, just below my bellybutton. I wasn't permitted to look down, but I think I counted 12 down the side. Then she did the same on the other side of my torso. The numbing throb of the nipple clamps was relentless, and now it was joined by a couple dozen smaller pinches. My whole chest screamed for relief from the pain. "Let's have a look at you," Megan said and she pushed me backwards with her foot. I stood like that for just a minute or two, though it felt like hours to me.
"Oh dear, I did do that wrong. Come closer, let me fix it." I approached. "See, this whole side is put on the wrong way. I'll have to redo those. Hold still, hon." She reached to the first clothespins she'd attached and plucked them off one at a time. I expected relief, but they came off with a sharp pain followed by a rush of an intense burning ache. Each one a new reason to gasp. "Ok, let's do this the right way now," Megan said, with a cheerful tone. And she reattached each one, but this time rotated a quarter turn. It felt like a needle pushed through my flesh! I yelped! My whole body flinched with the first one. "Do NOT move!" Megan reached up and slapped my face, sending a shudder through my body, the shudder shaking the nipple clamps, sending a new wave of pain through me.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, hon? It's why you didn't put on your bra, right?" she said, mocking my pain. The clothespins went on, each one a sharp bite followed by a dull ache. She pushed be back with her foot again and relaxed a bit on the bed. "Much better now," smiling at me. I was getting more and more sore with each passing second, but now I was filled with the fear of the pain of removing all the pegs and clamps. It hurt to keep them on and would hurt worse to take them off! I tried relaxing myself with some deep breaths, but moving my chest that much shook the chain, pulling directly on the pain points my nipples had become. But Megan just sat there, relaxing, watching as I blushed, then started sweating from the pain. Finally, I thought, as she leaned forward. I knew it would hurt, but then at least it would be over. But, no. She didn't move to remove anything from me. Instead she leaned in close and gave the tip of my nipples, sticking out above the unforgiving clamps, a FLICK with her fingers. I yelped "OWW!" and was quickly slapped across the face.
"Here, this will help you stay quiet," and Megan lifted the chain between my nipple clamps. Such a relief! I could've cried with gratitude. She took the chain and put it in my mouth. "There. Does that feel better than letting it hang?"
I nodded yes, taking in a shaky breath.
"You stay just like that, hon. I'll be back soon," and to my horror, Megan left me like that! Soon? How soon? What did that mean? How long could I take this? My god, I thought, I might pass out from the endless throbbing pain. I was panicked as I listened to her walk down the hall, but too scared to move at all. I took shallow, slow breaths, and thought only "Megan knows what's best, just do as she says" over and over.
Time seemed frozen as I tried my best to breath through the pain. My nipples ached, by chest throbbed, with a numb stinging. I started to drool down the chain hanging out of my mouth -- a humiliation on top of everything else.
When she finally did return, I had no idea how long she'd been gone. Five minutes? Fifteen? An hour? I had no idea, but hearing her come back was the happiest I'd been in a long time. She sat back on the bed in front of me and said "Well, look at the mess you are! Such a drooly little sissy!" I was startled by what she called me, blushing, a new insult, a new humiliation. Being called a sissy instantly conjured the image of what I looked like at that moment, wearing panties, stockings, and a dress. Being punished for not wearing a bra as I should. The realization was staggering. Was it an insult if it was true?
My thoughts were interrupted by Megan, who had reached down to the floor and picked up the panties she'd left there the night before. "Here, this is why you're in this mess to begin with. You love this!" and she wiped the drool off my chin with her dirty panties, rubbing them roughly over my face. She laughed and laughed at this, genuinely amused by her own actions. "Don't you love it? Hmmmm? Say it!"
I mumbled through the chain as best I could "Yesh, I love it Mish Megan."
She laughed sat back down on the bed and reached down to grab two strings that were hanging from the clothespins attached near my belly button. Not wanting to disobey her, I didn't even get to look down at them, so I wasn't sure what they were for. But as soon as she gave a light pull on them, I knew for certain. They were attached to the clothes pins pinching me.
"Time to take these off, hon. Remember, deep breaths, ok? And stay standing up. We'll do one side at a time." I saw her get a better grip on the strings, one wrapped around each hand. "One...two...THREE!" and in one lightening fast movement, pulled all the clothespins off the right side of my chest.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed keeping the chain in my mouth. It felt as though my flesh was being torn, burned off me, pierced by needles, all at once. And then, in the moment after the initial shock, the intense sensation of having them off, like my body was filling the space left by the clips with liquid pain. She rubbed her hands over my burning chest, up and down, from by navel up where the metal clamps hung from my nipples, then up and down scratching with her fingernails. It was excruciating, but I stifled my cries not wanted to disobey her command to stay quiet.
"Isn't that such a nice feeling for you?" tracing up and down my tender chest. "I have to admit, hon, that it is a really nice feeling for me. Hurting you like this makes me feel good. Don't you want me to feel good, sissy?" That word again.
