Chapter Eighteen
‘I thought you might have learnt your lesson,’ Yvette announced. ‘But perhaps you’re developing an addiction to pain. It happens sometimes.’
She had me tied to a chair in her bedroom and was about to place a black hood over my head. Needless to say I was naked and completely vulnerable; my ankles were tied to the chair legs in such a way that my legs were pulled wide open.
She slipped the hood over my head and I was in almost total darkness.
I was aware of my body shaking and my mind in turmoil trying to think what tortures she might choose.
The first thing I felt was a clamp being fixed to my left n****e and then my right n****e being pulled in the same way. The clamps were weighted and dragged the tender flesh of my n*****s downwards at the same time as gripping the
