The encouragement from her companions, both verbal and non, brought a smile to the brunette's face.  She was really doing it.  Living out her fantasy in real life.  Careful to keep her grin more malicious than ecstatic, she casually made her way over to the box.  Her heart was thudding and she felt like she could pass out any moment, but she portrayed the most calm demeanor she could manage as she gazed over the tools.<br/><br/>"Hmm... what first?  As I said, you've been a very bad girl.  Getting caught again. Tsktsk.  I would have thought you'd have outgrown such things by now.  But apparently you still haven't figured out why being the damsel in distress is a bad thing.  Maybe I need to show you what kind of distress you can really be put in."<br/><br/>The whip and riding crop would definitely need to be used, but not right off the bat.  And the dildo would need to wait as well.  Picking up the trio of clamps, she turned to face the stretched out model.  "I'm sure you know what these are for... No?  Well let me show you."  Walking up to the wooden rack, the heels of her shoes clacking on the cement, Velma swung the clips gently before letting them dangle from one hand.<br/><br/>"The first thing we need to do it make sure you're at attention..."  Leaning in, she licked at one of the exposed nipples, nearly shuddering in excitement.  Then she pulled back a few inches and with a teasing glint in her eyes she gently blew across the moistened nub until it became rock hard.  There was hardly even a moment's pause before one hand was grabbing tight onto Daphne's breast as the other released the clamp down onto it.<br/><br/>"See... someone could have done something like that to you.  Maybe even to both of your tits."  Velma quickly repeated the actions, doing her best to ignore the wetness that seeped through her panties.  "But then we have one more clamp left.  I wonder where it should go...."<br/><br/>Dragging her finger down alongside the chain, the brunette traced across Daphne's tight abs, around the rim of her belly button, and into the trimmed fuzz below.  Then twisting her wrist, she pressed up hard against the redhead's button, running across it a few times until her finger was slick with fluid.  Two fingers slid back along the mound, pulling back the skin and hood and then the third clamp descended on to the engorged clit.