It was Faerie Willow's second visit to Restrained Elegance, and our second scene of the day. The interior of the house was intolerably hot (this day ended up breaking temperature records across the country) so we headed outside for our second play scene. Willow was a little more compliant after her bastinado scene, but the urge to brat wasn't far below the surface. We'd decided on some pet play and I'd tied her in a karada chest harness under her dress for that all-important rope hug, which I finished off with chicken-wing ties on her arms and a slave collar. Now I COULD have played nice and got her to play fetch on the grass. But where's the sadistic fun in that, compared with making her walk on the sharp gravel circle on bare feet still sensitised from the bastinado before lunch? Fetch is so much more gratifying when every step hurts - but you know that it is the sort of hurt that can't do any harm. Like nipple clamps. They hurt, but unless you're absolutely crazy with them they don't do any actual harm. So adding a pair of wickedly strong and cruel clover clamps just seemed like the natural next step. (Again, yes, Philippa the camera operator, it was a bit 0 to 100 mph from a standing start, but you've got to show pet girls like Willow with a wayward bratty streak a mile wide who is boss early on. Firm but fair, I say). I enjoyed having pet girl Willow at my feet, but realised I would enjoy it a lot more if it could be turned into a predicament - like, say, making her kneel on the sharp gravel rather than on the nice foam mat I'd put out for her. And perhaps experimenting with the nipple clamps - I put them on her earlobes for an endurance test, then re-applied them to her already very sore nipples, rotating them by ninety degrees so they weren't actually on the same spot. It just seemed like this was a day to play with pain and Willow responded like a true submissive masochist and took it all and more!