She looked into my eyes as she pinched one of my nipples, and tugged at it. She watched as I shut my eyes and turned my head aside, gasping for air.

“My little slave . . . Do whatever I say, won’t you?”

“Yes Mistress . . .” I answered immediately, lifting my hips a little when she moved to the other breast, and tugged a little harder.

“Aww, are they sensitive today?” she teased, getting off of me to get nipple clamps, I knew it. Ours are very adjustable, and she is always careful with me because mine are so sensitive, but it still stings like crazy, and for some reason that gets me off so fast! It’s embarrassing to me that my body is so predictable, and especially in liking the pain she delivers, but it’s undeniable.

Even when she’d stripped my shirt off and was just setting the little clamps just right, I was still trying not to be as turned on as I was. I could hear her beautiful laughter ring out as she kissed my neck and moved her hands over my pants.

“Maybe if you just close your eyes . . . I won’t notice how wet you are . . . huh?”

I pursed my lips, even more humiliated, but getting off on that, too. There was just no end to her exquisite torment. I moaned so shakily that she chuckled again.

I started to adjust and get used to the pressure on my nipples as I could finally somewhat still myself, trying to maintain some control over my own actions. But my body will always betray me for what it enjoys, I know. I like to embrace it, but when she teases me, it’s hard not to feel some shame! And it’s so difficult to admit I enjoy that feeling, but . . . I do.

“I know you don’t enjoy any of this,” she teased, nibbling on my ear as I tried to hold back the deeper, expressive moans waiting at the back of my throat. “But try to do what I ask.”

“I’ll try,” I trembled, breathing in hard when she tugged gently at the chain connecting the two little clamps over my nipples. And when she tugged a little harder, I drew in a deep breath from between my teeth.