Despite how it must seem from your rather limited perspective, we're still in the exploration phase of this occasion. It's still the part in which I get to learn more about my victim, find out her greatest weaknesses. If I know anything about girls such as you, and I know, I can tell that you rather like it when some attention is paid to those nice breasts of yours. You can't see it, but marks of my earlier treatment of them are still present over your mounds. There are some fingerprints too. My fingerprints, undoubtedly the consequence of the firm squeeze I've given to them. So, I lashed them, groped them, abused them. And they don't look unexcited.<br/><br/>You shouldn't blame yourself for your body's betrayal, really. Whenever I sit on a gal or guy, that just tends to happen: cocks get erect, and nipples poke out more. Although equally tempting to toy with, one of your nipples is luckier as I can only suck one of them at a time. As a few stray locks brush your chest, I open my mouth more and more. Following the contour of your orb, my lips slide down on it as I pull your breast into my mouth as much as I can. Like a firm ball of ice cream, I sample it. Pulling my head up makes my lips pucker as they slide back towards the peak. They squeeze that pink bit. My cheeks cave in while I suck on it. Pulling my face farther up, I stretch your nipple with my lips, until I eventually let it pop free. And I bet we've improved its stiffness and length.<br/><br/>"Oh, don't tell me that turns you on, little slut." Not to give you an impression that I'll be gentle from now on, a sharply inflicted slap sweeps across your exposed bust. Sparing you the weight of my butt, I stand up. Another trip to the dresser, I suppose. Don't worry though, it won't take long. "Silly me. I forgot. You can't tell me anything, can you?" A snort mocks your restrained state, a steel chain twirling around my fingers. There's your favourite music again, clicks of my high heels.<br/><br/>Your belly becomes a seat for my bottom another time. Straddling you, I allow my slut to feel a dampness on her stomach again. No, I haven't been grinding myself against the puddle you yourself created. My knickers are just wet, thanks to your peril for the most part. "I wonder if you'd prefer to see or talk." As it lies on your body, somewhere below your chest, that thin, steel chain must feel cold against your bare skin, especially compared to the warmth of my body.<br/><br/>Your nipples already seem ready, but I cup your nice breasts another time, give them light squeezes to suggest that I'm hardly done with those enticing orbs. "Difficult decision, right?" Fondling of your bare breasts continues, my palms brushing against your nipples as I run them over your mounds. "Don't worry. It's not yours to make." One of my hands remains cling to one breast. Tightened fingers keep the tip pronounced.<br/><br/>There are two clips on both ends of the chain. Though, I'm sure I don't need to narrate that part. You know what they are, that I'll use them on your breasts. The part you should know that they're not for beginners, but for big little sluts like you, who like the bites hard. One of those strong jaws open as I pinch the clip. "Mmm, there you go." My fingers relax, but the clip tightens at the top of your breast. Like a little alligator, it bites your nipple. The opposite end of the chain rises up next. I align it with the next nipple, the same one that I sucked, and licked, and kissed. Padded metal jaws close on it, pinching it with the same intensity as its sister. The pins on the side allow me to adjust the firmness of the bite. I turn them. And the clamps tighten. Not all the way, but enough to double the strength of the pinch.<br/><br/>Both nipples clamped, the chain that connects your nipples sits loosely on your naked body. "Alright, I've made my decision." I push my head under the chain, drawing my face closer to yours. My soft breath falls on you as I look down. The other ends of the clamps poke my relatively more modest orbs too. My hands appear on each side of your face. Slowly, I pull your blindfold up, just high enough to reveal your eyes. The room is dim. And looks more like a gym than a shady basement. Though, you wouldn't be glancing around when I'm right above you.<br/><br/>The same little cheeky smile that led you here in the first place is present across my lips. My eyelashes brush the air as my gaze fell on your freshly clamped nipples. Personally, I find them lovelier in this squeezed state. My eyes once again meet yours. "Oh, you don't like<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F1b%2F85%2Fe3%2F1b85e3ddf7ef0bcdd0d9ccc9de9f765b.gif&amp;hash=a4a17c8a033790f2fe9e109973a00e67" href="https://i.pinimg.com/originals/1b/85/e3/1b85e3ddf7ef0bcdd0d9ccc9de9f765b.gif" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">me?</a>" I ask. If that's the case, I suppose I should pull myself away. When I raise my head, the chain that runs across the back of my neck tenses up. Pulling on your pink bits, it stretches them out. The pull is persistent, and I know it burns. It may be a good idea to find a way to express that you do like me, for that might attract me back down.