Chapter Nineteen
Milked Maid
Sandy's next experience with the corset duplicated the one with the original prototype. It was no less strenuous with her n*****s attached to the knitting needle and chains. By the end of the session, she was completely exhausted, but unable, of course, to do anything about it. The corset system was a continual torment, enhanced from time to time by the needle rod through her n*****s and the rest of the accessories that played minor parts in the continuing drama of tormenting Sandy. At some point, she had no idea of time, she felt the tension on her pierced and stretched n*****s relaxed and the needle withdrawn, only to be replaced with what felt like some kind of flexible rubber caps which engaged each n****e and remained there, held by suction. From Sandy's
