He tightens them down while I squirm under him. Oh god take them off! I cry inside my head. The world tilts again, hes flipped me right side up again....My head pounds as blood leaves my brain, allowing me to think and hear clearly again. He ties something to the things he attatched to my nipples, a few seconds later they tug upwards, lifting my boobs up entirely by the nipple. I cry out in pain again, my nipples are on fire! Every part of me hurts, my head pounds, my legs, arms, wrists, ankles,. Chapter 2I woke up around 4AM in pain. Don't give me that condescending little smirk you little bit, I wasn't the kind of guy that deserved this lesson. And your knowing smile is for nothing the pain wasn't in my middle it was on my chest. I hadn't woken up too my first period, but rather a bra wedgie. I had discovered much to my chagrin that women do not sleep in their day bras. The straps had dug deeply into my soft skin and after several seconds struggling to readjust I then spent several. She smiled. After few minutes of conversation she again twisted the conversation and asked me what makes you think so and since when? I replied since 3 years ago when I first met her and ever since. I also told her that she was extremely good looking and few times in office, if ever there was your discussion, guys liked you. She asked me how about you? This was the most important question I guessed…and I replied including me. Remember: All this while, my eye contact was straight and did not. "My slut becomes so aroused at times, and her private areas so wet, that I must see to it that she is dried or else she gets the most irritating rash. Your assistance is most appreciated."Coming to himself, the wine steward shuffled awkwardly. "I will have your Campari in a few moments, sir, madam," he said, then scurried off, apparently grateful to get away from the playful pair."That was cruel, Master," Paula chided, leaning close to plant a kiss on her lover's cheek. "The poor man was so.