"Well," Ron continued, as he plucked a plump strawberry from the tray and dipped it into the chocolate sauce before plopping it into his mouth, "I gue...s we should wait then."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Part 8--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Within just a few minutes, Hermione and Ginny came bursting into the room, their robes. "See you later." My mistress commented as she and her friends left the room laughing.I was being held unable to move on my knees on the hard dungeon floor imprisoned only by the chain fastened to my nipples about the whipping post. If I tried to escape this situation the only way I could do it was to pull my new rings out of and tear the flesh of my breasts. That would be too painful and damage my nipples permanently. I was imprisoned by my own new nipple rigs a very effective means of bondage,. Callie, after the excitement of being off the ship and experiencing Montreal, fell asleep leaning against me. My churning brain didn’t allow me to sleep. The nightmare haunted me as we traveled towards New York.By nine-thirty we were settled in a nondescript hotel in the Bronx. We made love again, slow and sensual, unadventurous, tender. With soft caresses and loving kisses our arousal built. Now familiar with each other, I rolled on top of her and Callie reached down and guided me to her. Each one was no longer than my fingernail, but wickedly sharp. I cringed, pulling back, but Pontius moved behind me and pushed me forward, forcing me to spread my legs and lean back against him, my hands bound high above and to the pillar to our backs.I feared the thorns were to be placed between my legs, but this was not to be. Instead they were wrapped around my chest, tied and bound tightly to my breasts. I screamed as I felt the sharp pins dig into my soft flesh, tearing and puncturing.