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Suddenly, the ear is covered again. My head twists, jerks in vain to
find its lifeline again. I long for even the single touch, for
someone. My desires are answered, in a searing flash on my left
nipple. It throbs in quiet agony as I relish each beat of pleasure,
each pulse of fire. My breathing slows, rythmnic, deep. My nipple is
lightly tugged, slowly twisted, bent double. A squeal, soft and
breathy, follows each of these movements, all the while the chest
a-heaving.
Suddenly, the pressure is snapped away. In response, a loud cry and a
sharp convulsion. That nipple is still tingling when the clamp is
applied to its twin. Slowly, like an evil vise. Knowing better than
to let it rest on only the nub, I try to force it into me. My owner
knows these tricks. The other one received mercy; a generous pinch of
flesh laid within its jaws. This one burned white hot as the jaws came
to rest on the erect, throbbing brown nipple.
Tears welled within my eyes, denied by the tape. I felt the tape start
to lose its hold, the tearing sensation as it parted ways with my
eyelids. Then it stopped. I stil could not open my eyes, and the hood
would admit no light even if I could. In agony, in frustration, in
pain, I thrashed as far as the bonds would let me.
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