Unclipping more cuffs and chains from his belt, he pulls at my ankle as I start to kick back. This is getting out of control. My pins my legs and locks a cuff into place, then chains one ankle, then the other spread-eagled across the bed. I struggle and pull against the chains, but can only budge them by an inch or so, enough to clank and reinforce the fact that they are chains, not something I have any chance of breaking free from. I feel so wide open and exposed, I'm not sure now if it's really hot, or really not. With some more jangling, he pulls out some metal clamps and drops them onto my chest. He teases my nipples which are already raised and swollen in lust and fear, rolls them in his fingers and pulls them up tight repeatedly. Satisfied that I'm flinching from the amount of pinching he's applied, he now applies nipple clamps. I thrash around the bed but there is no getting them off, getting away. In short pants I tried to calm down and control my breaths. I try to enjoy it, to enjoy the new and so totally different a sensation, but it's not easy. Stay calm, I tell myself, breath slowly, stay calm. It's harder to keep calm as I watch him clip a smaller chain through the rings on the nipple clamps. As he pulls it sharply for the fist time he lets me know he will yank it if I do the slightest thing he doesn't approve of. I nod my head slightly to show I've understood him, and will do what he bids.
