Something deep inside him found the whole process of being put into bondage extremely, if inexplicably arousing. By the time Gianna was satisfied with his complete immobility, his six-inch c**k was an inflamed exclamation point, pulsing with emphasis. He groaned with need as Mistress smirked, and flicked the grossly swollen head with a manicured fingernail. Then she returned to the odds-and-ends drawer, a kind of household catchall. This time she withdrew a handful of long, serrated, heavy metal spring clips.
Dennis recognized these as leftover curtain hangers with a fearsome bite. Ignoring her husband’s hisses of pain, Mistress clamped one of these onto each earlobe and n****e, turning all four spots of tender flesh into screams of excruciation. Then she grabbed another handful, and beg
