Elizabeth Andrews: Nipple Clamped to the Filing Cabinet
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I walked into the office to find Mr. Big Boss sitting at the desk working on reports. He hated having to do reports but it was the one part of his job he couldn't pass to someone else to do. Why was I there? Well, the Boss wanted some entertainment while he worked. I came in wearing a tight black and grey dress, black pantyhose with seams up the back, and red t strap high heels. The Boss' hands perused my curves and I found myself stripping out of my dress. I was left in a black lace bra, high cut shapewear black panties,fully fashioned black pantyhose, and red high heels. The Boss quickly prepped his entertainment. He tied my arms behind my back, shoved red mouth stuffing in my mouth, and wrapped clear packing tape around my head. I was sure my lipstick was smeared after the Boss pressed the clear tape close to my face.
He had me kneel beside the end of the desk, facing the short filing cabinet. I wasn't sure I liked where this was going. The Boss tied my ankles crossed. He then pulled my breasts out of my bra and attached clover clamps to my sensitive nipples. He looped a rope around the chain of the clover clamps and tugged on it, making me yelp behind my mouth stuffing. After he had some fun pulling on the rope and making me yelp for him, he tied the rope off to the top filing cabinet drawer handle. Mr. Big Boss then tied my ankles off to my elbows, XXXX me to bend backwards slightly and lifting my feet off the floor. I struggled to find a comfortable position but there was none to be had. If I tried to rest on my legs, then I would pull on my nipples, digging the clover clamp tighter in my rosy flesh. If I leaned forward to give my poor nipples a break, then I would have to lift my feet higher off the floor and balance more on my knees, which was also not comfortable. It was a lose - lose situation for me but the Boss liked the entertainment.
I struggled to keep my balance and not let the nipple clamps slip off my nipples. They were already very sore and I wasn't sure I could handle that much pain. I whined behind the gag. Especially when the Boss came back in and stood behind me. He grabbed my breasts and dug his finger tips into the flesh. He pulled me backwards trying to open the drawer by my nipples. I cried out louder. Once it was all done, my knees were sore, my neck strained, and my nipples were deeply indented from the clamps.
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