A latex girl thing

“I’m not finished, Slave,” he admonished. She whimpered her reply as he continued to smooth his hand down each flank. “Now stand up.”

Slave did and showed him a good pair of tethered nipple clamps. They were the kind that was great for tit torture, where weights could be added on the link. He took them, and he tossed them aside.

“Wrong, wrong again, and time is up,” he said with a shake of his head. Rusty grabbed a pair of linked nipple clamps with a very short link. “Open your mouth.” She did, and meretriciously he placed the chain just behind her very bright teeth, right behind the canines. He used his hands to force her mouth closed, letting the chain and the clamps dribble out of her mouth.

“Now,” he began, “the chain is just too short, so I’m going to have to lift these big tits of yours and put the clamps on her nipple rings.” He smiled as he stroked her leathery hair one time. “Under no circumstances are you to let go of the chain. And when I am done, you’re to walk back to the dungeon with her head held up high. Understand?”