With My slave locked up on the cross, his nipples are entirely Mine to . I secure clover clamps onto his sensitive nipples, and they only get tighter and tighter as I pull back. We play a little game: I slowly use My weight to pull on the clamps and he tries to keep them on. Of course, he always loses -- what else would happen? And the loser always gets punished. I smack his already tender nipples, slapping them around, flicking, rubbing, and pressing on them with my thumbs before electrocuting them with My cattle prod and pinching the clamps back on again. From rough to tender, shocking to soft, I make sure those silly nipples experience agony and ecstasy so that he can fully understand My greatness.