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breast. He bent his head and
licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Pain and pleasure mingled
into a blast of sensation Charlene couldn’t process. She shook with the effort
of staying still. Mark gave her nipple one last kiss before attaching the second
clamp. She nearly fainted at the intensity of the sensation.
    Mark stood back and nodded. “Are you going to disobey me
again?”
    “No Master.” She breathed out the words while trying to
contain a scream.
    “Good. Go take a shower and leave the clamps on while you do
it.”
    Charlene stared at him.
    Mark moved forward and swatted her on the rear. “Go. Now.”
    Charlene gulped. “Yes Master.” She fled to the bathroom and
realized the room had no door. The shower had a glass door. She sighed. She’d
given up her privacy when she’d signed the contract. She hadn’t quite realized
how complete her exposure would be. Hearing about it and living it were two
very different things.
    Mark stood in the doorway. “Make sure you wash your breasts.
I’ll be watching.”
    Charlene turned on the water and stepped into the shower.
    Charlene sensed Mark’s eyes so she didn’t dare remove the
clamps. She looked down at them. They were flat. Placed behind her nipples, the
clamps held her nipples erect, engorged as if ready for a caress. She had to
admit that after the first bite, the pain had receded and she was left with a
creamy cunt that ached with need.
    She reached for the soap and gasped. Every movement sent a
wave of sensation through her body. She’d never realized how erotic nipple
clamps could be. She definitely needed a pair for home use.
    “Wash your nipples!”
    Mark’s command startled her and she dropped the soap.
    Charlene bent to pick up the soap and had to reach out to
the wall to steady herself. She couldn’t decide if bending over with nipple
clamps on was not a good idea or too good an idea. She closed her eyes and
breathed through the sensations threatening to send her to her knees. Focused
on her internal battle, she didn’t realize Mark had entered the shower until he
stood behind her and grabbed her breasts. His hands were rough as he pulled her
upright against his chest. Her knees gave out, her head fell back against him,
water beat down on her chest and she moaned.
    “You’re a little slut, aren’t you, Charlene?”
    Mark held her up and continued massaging her breasts.
    The combination of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her senses.
How could she be so close to coming from just nipple stimulation? That had
never happened to her before. She was right on the cliff and about to fall over
when Mark ripped off the clamps and stepped back. “No orgasm, darling. Not yet.
Not until I give you permission.”
    Charlene sank to her knees. Hot water streamed down her
back. Her breath was ragged and strained. The blood rushed back into her
nipples. She reached out to massage her breasts but Mark knelt in front of her
and grabbed her wrists.
    “No! Those are mine. I’ll tell you when you can touch
yourself.”
    Charlene fought for breath and looked up into Mark’s face.
She swallowed hard and said, “Yes Master.”
    Mark smiled. “Good girl. Now finish your shower and then we’ll
play some more.”
    Charlene forced herself to stand. Her hands shook as she
finished washing. She wasn’t sure she wanted to play more right now. She needed
time to process what had already happened. Her nipples were sore but the soreness
wasn’t painful so much as erotic. She needed time but she wanted more.
Confusion drifted through her mind. She wasn’t sure how she should respond or
how she wanted to respond. She finished washing and stepped out of the shower
stall.
    Mark waited with a large white towel.
    “Stand still,” he said. He proceeded to wipe her down,
roughly caressing her nipples before gently finishing by spreading her butt
cheeks and patting her anus dry.
    He led her back to the bedroom and pointed at a small rug. “Kneel.”
    Charlene did