Next I unlocked the handcuffs for long enough to reattach them in front of her before jumping upwards to catch hold of the rope that was hanging from the ceiling above her. My weight easily pulled it down to where I could loop it securely around the cuffs. She was still moaning to herself as I walked over to the winder where the rope attached to the wall after running through the pulley on the ceiling.
"Rise and shine slut! Day's not over yet. It'll be quite a while before you get to sleep." I called out playfully as I began to wind the rope up.
She tried to ignore the tugging of the rope but the pulley/winder set up meant that I could exert a lot of pressure on the rope without much effort. Soon the cuffs were digging into her wrists and she began struggling to rise with them.
"MMMmmph! Ngh.. eeemph.... uuhhmph!" She bitched and struggled but soon I had her on tip toes twisting slightly at the end of the rope.
"Sorry bitch. Can't understand a word that you're saying" I laughed as I clicked the lock on the winder.
Next I wandered over to one of the many cabinets that I kept in the room and selected a few of the toys therein, humming jauntily to myself as I went along.
She was watching me now with fear in her eyes as I approached, her next tortures clear in my hands.
She tried to twist away from me but there was no where for her to go.
Slowly, savouring her fear and helplessness, I reached forward and attached the first clamp to her nipple, a nice tight metal springloaded afair with attached 'D' ring.
"Aaaaamph! NNNNaaaauuuuhh!" She cried twisting and writhing, trying to escape the pain in her right breast.
Smiling to myself I waited until she exhausted herself somewhat and then attached the other clamp to her left breast. More moaning and writhing later I reached between her legs. Her eyes went wide as she realised that I still had one clamp left but all her writhing and whining didn't stop me teasing out her clit and attaching the last clamp.
"AAAAAANNNNGGGHHHHH! NNNNNUUUUAAAAHHHHGGGGGHHHH!" I stood back and watched her thrash and twist in her bonds as the pain coruscated through her. It took nearly five minutes for her to get to the point where she was hanging almost limp and just the occasional involuntary tremor ran through her body.
She did look beautiful though, spread like that. Sweat streaming down her naked body. Hands cuffed above her head, wrists raw from her thrashing. Her eyes were closed in pain and fatigue. Her breasts were heaving and her hips were still swaying too and fro as pain pulsed out from her clit.
Next I attached a small bell to each of the clamps, the one for the clit clamp having a small chain so it hung down slightly and swung freely between her legs.
"Time to play a tune" I thought to myself as I turned to the rack of long thin whips on the wall beside me. |