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A note to my readers: Dear readers, thank you for your time and attention in reading my stories. I would greatly appreciate it if I could have your feedback regarding the story, the path it has taken so far, and the character development till this point. Unlike my previous stories, I would like to use your inputs as well to shape this one. Feel free to email me regarding the direction you would like the story to take from here on. I look forward to your suggestions. - Davatorian
Chapter Eight
When we reached Aunt Rita’s house, it was around noon, perfect time for lunch. It took us a while to carry all the shopping inside, and after we were done, we both sat down at the dinner table. Aunt Rita had broken into a sweat, and at my behest, she removed her top, and sat down at the table bare-breasted. I slid my hand across her perspiring bosom and rubbed her moist nipples. She breathed heavily.
“So, what’s for lunch, Rita?” I asked.
“Whatever you want, Master.” she replied.
“No, you get to choose.”
“How about chilly chicken in gravy with steamed rice?”
“Sounds delicious. But if it takes too long to prepare, I might miss you Rita. I have to give you some incentive to cook quickly.” I said with a smile.
She smiled too. She knew from experience that I was up to something, and her smile widened when I motioned to her to fetch one of the unlabeled boxes, the one with the code NCCP. I motioned to her to sit down on my lap, and once I had a hold of her, I opened the package. She gasped slightly as the wooden clothespins came into her view. I picked up one of them, and parted the jaws to allow her to see the serrated teeth. I stroked the peg across her breasts, and she broke into goosebumps. When I arrived at her left areola, I parted the jaws, and slowly, let them close around her nipple. She stiffened progressively as I gradually removed my grip from the peg, and when I let it go completely, she threw her head back and moaned as the teeth sank into her tender nipple. I picked up another peg and fixed it around her right nipple.
“How does that feel, Rita?” I asked her, flicking the pegs slightly with my fingers.
“Ouch!! Feels good, Master. Stings a bit.”
“I know Rita dear. Just a little something to remind you to prepare the food quickly so that your Master doesn’t miss you too much. Come on, give me a kiss before you go.”
I leaned back in my chair, and she tried to lean forward to reach my lips. As she did so, the clothespins came into contact with my chest, and twisted her clamped nipples to either side. She gasped and then moaned, but continued to close in until she was close enough to lock lips with me. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, my fingers massaging her areolas and gently tugging on the pegs to heighten her sensation. We parted lips, and I helped her to her feet and looked at her disappear into her kitchen. I picked up the newspaper and began to browse through it absentmindedly. My mind was more preoccupied with planning out the remaining one and a half days, and a means to make Aunt Rita reveal the reason for her fear of the whip.
Five minutes passed, and I could hear Aunt Rita humming to herself inside the kitchen. I felt myself growing restless, and walked over to where we had stacked the equipment. I picked up the box labeled NCT. I inspected the tweezer clamps , and then shoved them into my pocket. I walked over to the kitchen and stood behind Aunt Rita. She noticed me approaching and smiled at me.
“Started missing me already, Master?” she asked coyly.
“You could say that. Actually, I came to take those things off your nipples.”
“Already?” she asked, “It’s barely been five minutes.” she asked incredulously.
She turned towards me, and in one swift motion, I took the pegs in my hands and slid them off her tits. She stood still for a while, and then gasped and stiffened as the blood began to rush back into her nipples.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked her.
“Mmm…Yes, Master.”
“Then perhaps you’ll enjoy this one even more.”
I took the tweezer clamps out of my pockets? She looked at them and rolled her eyes.
“I knew it was too good to be true. I should have realized that you wouldn’t just come and remove the clamps unless I begged you to. And what are those?”
“They’re called tweezer clamps. They’re one step above the ones that you had on just now. Here, hold up your breasts for me. “
She placed her palms beneath her breasts until the nipples looked at me. One by one, I slid the tweezer clamps into place, and tightened the ring half-way. I knew that if I advanced them all the way, she would begin to scream in pain. It wasn’t time for that yet.
“Aaahhhh!!! They’re tighter. God! Aaahhh!!!”
“How long till lunch is ready, Rita?”
“Another ten minutes Master.” she was still trying to adjust to the new clamps.
“I’ll be back in five to check on your progress.” I said, giving her a sharp kiss on her lips. She moaned softly.
I shuffled about the house, my mind still trying to plan out the remaining time that I would get to spend with Aunt Rita over the weekend. I removed the C-clamps from their box and put them into my pocket. I waited until five minutes had passed, and then re-entered the kitchen. I could smell the chicken and almost taste the curry.
“Back already, Master?”
“Yup. Missed you too much.”
I took up position behind her and gave her a hug from behind.
“Put your hands above your head and around my neck, Rita.”
A bit surprised, she obeyed.
“Good girl.” I kissed the wart on the right side of her neck.
With my fingers, I slid the rings until they were touching the beads of the tweezer clamps. I could feel Aunt Rita’s body stiffen sharply as the clamps pressed together harder at her nipples. When the rings were advanced all the way, she threw her head back and screamed.
“Aaaahhhhh!!! Master. Please!!!! Take them off!! Please!!! They hurt like hell!!!”
“Count till ten, Rita. Slowly.” I commanded.
“Oohh!! One – two – three – four – five – six – seven – eight – nine – ten! Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!”
She thrashed her head from side to side as I slid the still-tightened clamps off her throbbing nipples and rolled them between my fingers.
“Which one did you like better, Rita?”
“Both of them hurt like crazy!” she exclaimed.
“Then I’m sure you’ll love this one.” I replied, taking the C-clamps out of my pocket.
She stared at them in astonishment.
“Another type of clamp? Nooo, please!!!” she pleaded with me.
I motioned to her to approach me, and still sulking, she toddled over to where I stood.
“Don’t worry. I won’t tighten the screws all the way, Rita dear.”
“Screws!!! Oh my god! It’s got screws. No, please!!!”
I tightened the screws till the jaws just touched her nipples on either side, and then gave each of the screws one full turn. Aunt Rita breathed in deeply. Another full turn. She gasped. One more turn. She moaned in a complaining tone. Yet another turn. She screamed. A full turn backwards. She signed in relative relief. I released the clamps and they dropped down under their own weight, tugging her pulsating nipples down with them.
“Ouch!!! Ouch!!! Master, they’re heavy.”
“Yes, Rita. And I’m hungry.” I gave her a peck on the cheek and left the kitchen.
I cleared the dining table and poured two glasses of chilled beer. Presently Aunt Rita came out from the kitchen carrying the mouth-watering food, the C-clamps still bouncing on her breasts. She laid the food down on the table and then stood in front of me.
I unscrewed the clamps from her tits, and before she could react, I took the two glasses in my hands, and pressed their frosted sides onto her nipples.
“Mmmmmmm….Master….. Ohhh!!!!!..... Aahhhhhh!!!!” she moaned as her tormented nipples felt the freeze. I helped her into her chair and we started on our meal.
“How are your nipples, Rita?” I asked teasingly.
“Sore, to say the least.”
“They haven’t seen the least of it yet, Rita.” I chuckled.
“Please, Master,” she pleaded, “One torture at a time. Ooohhh!!” she moaned, rubbing her erect nipples with her left hand.
Once we had had our fill, Aunt Rita began to clear away the plates. When she had disappeared into the kitchen, I grabbed the packets labeled LIT, PNET and MST and popped a tablet of each into her still half-full glass of beer. The beer frizzled and the tablets were dissolved within seconds, as they were meant to be. I shoved the tablet strips into my pocket just as Aunt Rita re-entered the dining room. We sat down on the sofa to finish our drink. I looked at Aunt Rita as she sipped the last dregs out of her glass. She had no clue about the tablets that she had ingested, but they would soon begin to do their work.
“How about a couple of hours of siesta before we start our evening session, Rita?”
She smiled, leaned forward and gave me a tight hug. We cuddled our way into her bedroom and she curled up and lay down with her head on my chest. I smiled as her full breasts pushed against my ribs, and stroked her hair.
“You’re a good girl, Rita.”
“I love you, Master.”
“I love you too, Rita.”
We ebbed off to sleep.
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