Chapter Twenty-Four
Suspended as I am Maria’s face is just about level with my hideously sunburned and extensively welted chest. In fact, her excited panting is painfully hot upon it. Experienced mistress or not, she clearly grasps the opportunities for cruelty presented. Feet balanced on the footboard, holding herself in place with a grinding, crushing grip on my nuts, she uses her other hand to seize one of the toothed clamps sunk into my n*****s.
Ruthlessly, she pulls and twists this, cheered on by Mistress and wrenching fresh garbled screams from me. Understanding without being told that removal of these clamps is always orders of magnitude more agonizing than the putting of them in place or the endless dragging of the weights she then squeezes and releases one. As a detonation of ex
