Hands tied up, My slave has nowhere to hide his sensitive nipples. I twist and pull on them, warming them up to be clamped with My clover clamps. His moans of pain excite Me, encouraging Me to increase the . I pull on them with all My weight until they pop off, and then replace them with plastic hemostat clamps. Textured and tight, they squeeze his nipples until he is squirming underneath My control, obeisant to all My forms of nipple . Never yours, An Li