The poor blonde’s mind was racing –way- too fast for her liking. Jamie wasn’t the type of girl that sat still for extended periods of time. But if she did, it was because there was a sketchbook in her lap and a piece of charcoal in her hand. Now, without anything to occupy her mind or her hands, her head was stuck on the situation at hand: which included her nipples aching so bad that she didn’t know whether she wished for the clips to come off or to be tugged just so that she was sure that the swollen nubs weren’t just going to fall off of her body.<br/><br/>They don’t fall off if you leave clips on there for a long time….right?<br/><br/>“Mmmmph…” Most of her worries about the situation going on with her tits were erased as Carl’s fingers began to work their way through her folds. Jamie tried to inch her hips upwards into strong fingers and force them into her aching pussy, but being bound with her legs back and feet off the table made it incredibly hard to do anything more than to move her chest forward, not her pelvis.<i>Fucking…fuck…fuck Carl if he thinks I’m going to beg for a damn thing or call him Master!</i><br/><br/>Green eyes went wide and she tried her best to move away when that finger began to inch towards her spread butt cheeks. Jamie didn’t just flinch when Carl’s fingertips brushed against her rear, she –flailed-. In her bit of sexual experience, she found that giving someone an inch quickly turned into them taking a mile. So if she gave Carl and inch and showed him that she liked having her rear played with, he’d probably want to stick something up there.<br/><br/>Things don’t go up there. –Ever-.<br/><br/>“I swear Carl…when I get outta this…” The blonde growled as she glared up at him. She’d stick something up his ass and see how much –he- liked it! But she never got to finish her idle threat as her attention became fully drawn to the clothespin that was running along her slit. Jamie groaned, her hips fruitlessly jogging in place as she tried to get a little more stimulation. Apparently the threat that she was being stimulated with a clothespin hadn’t really clicked yet. At least, not until she felt the wooden teeth open just the slightest bit against her folds.<i>Crap…</i>One clothespin, then another pinched the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. Jamie sucked in a sharp breath as she tried as hard as she could to close her legs or draw her hands downwards to take them off. But no matter how much she contorted and twisted, she couldn’t find any sort of relief. Now she was finally beginning to tire herself out. All of the fruitless struggling and twisting against the ropes was exhausting. Great…now her head was stuck to fight while her body gave up.<br/><br/>The blonde’s slightly glistening brow furrowed with the concentration it took to keep from crying out. Something about the thought of yelping or whimpering in pain felt like she’d be losing…like she’d be breaking. All that she allowed was a hiss of displeasure as the third clip was gently applied to her most intimate place. As Carl’s eyes came up to meet hers, all she could do was glare at him. Her jaw was set and she looked every bit like a stubborn Top still.<i>Pffft…learn something.</i>All she was learning was that she had a high threshold for pain and had a newfound hatred for clothespins.<br/><br/>Green eyes went wide when she saw the toy that she had been excited to use on Nadia now become a torture device that was going to be used against her! Jamie had never been on the receiving end of a dildo before. All the girls she had ever dated had been too bashful to wear a strap-on. With good reason…it feels –ridiculous- the first couple of times you put one on, so much so that it can kill the mood. The petite blonde wasn’t a virgin, but she’d never really gone out of her way to sleep with someone with an above average cock either.<br/><br/>Crap…she was going to get destroyed by the fake phallus. And for a moment she considered saying her word and surrendering. She was a little girl! Sure, her hips had that feminine flare, but she was pretty sure ramming a giant dildo between her legs was going to kill her. But Jamie was just so –stubborn-. She couldn’t bring herself to say the word and chicken out.<br/><br/><i>Shit…</i>