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He rose off the couch and went into the other room, down the hallway where she could no longer see Him or know what He was doing.
She heard the toilet flush and after several more minutes He returned, with clothespins in His hands.
�Get up� He told her.
She rose to her knees watching as He placed a clothespin on each of her nipples.
She stifled a whine that would have loved to escape her larynx. The clothespins hurt and she hated them.
�Don�t even take them off until I tell you to,� He commanded.
She grabbed the bars and looked up at Him innocently as He returned to the couch and sat back down, still watching her.
She glared at Him, now and was getting rather angry at the way she was being treated.
A slave was not to disobey but she wanted desperately out of that cage at this point. Even worse, still she wanted to remove the clothespins off her nipples.
He took His attention off her and watched TV, she turned around so He could not see the front of her.
But as she started to take the clothespins off, her head was pulled back against the bars by her hair.
�Bitch, don�t even think about it! Turn around here and give me your hands!� He commanded her.
She lifted her hands to show Him that He had chained them together.
He grabbed one of her wrists through the bars, removed the lock and pulled one wrist through, then her other, chaining them together through the bars so that she couldn�t take the clothespins off.
She just stared at him with wide-eyes, pain apparent on her face. She tried to relax and sat sideways, but the buttplug just wouldn�t allow her to be comfortable at all.
He returned to the couch and sat watching TV, glancing at her every now and again.
After about twenty minutes, He got up again, went over to her and forcefully ripped the clothespins off her nipples.
She fought to stifle her out cry, but made some noise anyway.
She looked up at Him, knowing that was not good for her to make noise right then.