Brenda sucked in her breath. While she liked the pain associated with having her t**s whipped and slapped, the pain from the n****e clamps that Jason put on her was excruciating. She didn’t like them. She liked his reaction to her wearing them, though. “You’re projecting your fantasies on to her,” Brenda chided him.
If he heard her words, Jason gave no indication. “She’s local, isn’t she? Can’t be very far away, if she has that poster on her wall. I’d love to see the two of you together while I whip your t**s. I could make a little contest of it. Who would last the longest without crying?”
“I would,” Brenda said with great confidence.
“What makes you say that?”
She hated that she was giving in to his fantasy, but it was also a fantasy that she enjoyed. They were lying in bed together,
