Jaclyn’s response elicits a small laugh from my lips, as rather than ask for a larger plug as she seemingly wants, she instead asks for clarification on why the one I gave her isn’t bigger.<br/><br/>It was rather cute.<br/><br/><strong>“You are an anxious little slut, aren’t you sweetie?” </strong>I noted in amusement.<strong>“Believe me, I am under no illusions as to your ‘expertise’ in the nastiest of areas, but there is a very simple answer to your question; it is because I wish it so.” </strong><br/><br/>That’s a rather glib answer that a lot of tops use, however, and I found explaining invited anticipation, which was stimulating on its own.<br/><br/><strong>“If one starts off extreme, with the largest toy possible, then you are left with no-where to go when you wish to increase the stimulation. That is rather a waste, I find; especially when I want to make sure you are not just focused on one thing.”</strong><br/><br/>Walking back to the table, I flipped open the jewellery box and took out four silver objects, before snatching the long chain off the table and swaying back to Jaclyn; my pale skin seeming iridescent in the light.<br/><br/><strong>“I note that your nipples are pierced, pet. As you can see from my own, that I am well aware of the pleasure and creativity that can be wrought with such delightful modifications, but I tend to like to add my own twist to them.”</strong><br/><br/>Holding up the chain, I allowed her to examine its unusual design as it fell through my fingers. Delicate in its thinness, but tough, the chain was unusually long, and the ends appeared to be tiny adjustable hoops, rather than piercings; designed to wrap around the nipple tight at the base, rather than slide through holes.<br/><br/><strong>“Your nipples are charmingly hard right now,”</strong>I observed lightly, gently wrapping the first loop around her left nipple, before beginning to tighten it so it held firmly.<strong>“And sensitive, no doubt, but I want them to remain so for the rest of the evening, which is the reason for my little chain.”</strong><br/><br/>Leaning close to the now bound nipple, I flicked my pierced tongue over it, before blowing softly over the wet skin.<br/><br/><strong>“The loops, when tightened, are designed to prevent the blood from escaping from the nipple,”</strong>I explained, repeating the process with the right nipple; tighten, lip, blow.<strong>“Keeping them sensitive and obviously hard; much like a cock ring does for a man.”</strong><br/><br/>Letting the chain drop from my hand, so that it dangles half way down her thighs, and the weight pulled on her sensitive flesh, I took a silver hoop piercing from my left hand and began to unscrew it.<br/><br/><strong>“Naturally, thanks to your pierced flesh, we can add these to not only make sure the chain stays in place, but so there is the potential for…counter weights at a future date.”</strong><br/><br/>I didn’t explain more at this point, just let her imagination run wild at what that might entail as I fixed both piercings in place, before pulling lightly on the dangling chain to ensure it was firmly in place.<br/><br/><strong>“But, that is just the start,”</strong>I explained pleasantly, holding up two curious metal loops, like one would find keys attached to, in order to keep them in a bunch.<strong>“Care to hazard a guess where these go?”</strong><br/>