When my Sir decided the eveningβs fun would involve Connie and me, we were happy. We werenβt quite as happy when he finished with the ropes, butt plugs, nipple clamps and the instructions! If I didnβt stay in the same position, Connie would get a jolt of pain. If she didnβt stay in the same position, the jolt would be mine. If we werenβt careful, we might start a chain reaction and both of us would be in agony!
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That was the last four and a half years of my life and the last ten minutes of my life had been spent having my arms secured behind my back, my nipples clamped and attached to little chains that went up to thin ropes that went over beams in the ceiling so I had to choose between agonizing pain in my nipples or being on my tip toes. Of course, if I wasnβt on my tiptoes and my weight came down, that huge dildo would end up in my asshole.
I had to stay on my tiptoes or deal with devastating pain on my nipples and a suddenly full ass.
That was only a part of it. Connie was in the exact same position about two feet away from me. She too had a big dildo against her asshole. It came from what looked like a short sawhorse I watched Arthur push up behind her. She, too, had her arms behind her back, and she also had nipple clamps. Her nipple clamps were also attached to chains and ropes and she was on her tiptoes, too.
The rope attached to the chains attached to my nipples was the same rope attached to the chain on hers. The bottom line was that only if we were both on tip toes could we avoid the pain, and if one of us started to slip, it pulled on the clamps and made it harder to remain upright.
My nipples were on fire!