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And I feel the left clamp start to slip. I tug harder, knowing the
cutting sensation as the clamp slowly slides off the nipple, the island
of flesh in its grasp shrinking, the screams of pain as it does so. I
tug faster, knowing the weight’s crash on the floor will alert my
owner, who will see me cheating and punish me. I tug frenzied, as the
nipple singes, then smokes and finally is lit afire by the little, evil
clamp rubbing and squeezing the life out of the tiny patch of skin it
clings to.
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