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How much longer could this go on, was i going to be able to please him, was he going to fuck me at some point as that would make it all worth it! I pulled them apart and leant forward, somehow they went on. I walked to the study, he was sitting at the desk, he didnt even look up. It took him 17 whacks on my right tit to get the pegs off and 2 of those were directly across my nipples. I stood in front of the desk.

I started slapping my right breast, hard and fast, he periodically told me to hit higher, slower, faster, lower, the nipple, the underside My eyes were watering when i had finished, I lost count but I know it got more strikes than the other tit. Ask me to whip them off with my belt. Ask me to take you to your boxercise class. He pulled it slightly higher causing me to squeal and he tied it off.

When they were both on I couldnt help but look at them. I slowly got the string and tied it to the chain ing the clamps - i say slowly as moving quickly was too uncomfortable. He finally told me to switch. Attach the clamps to your nipples and pull until you have to stand on your toes.

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The left was starting to get more painful. I rolled the bands off my breasts, one at a time. All he said to me was "here's the next one". I started on the left flicking it hard to make him happy, he didnt even look up, I kept going, after maybe 10 minutes and who knows how many flicks i was gasping as I did it. I stood there massaging my bright red breasts.

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I put it on, making myself squirm involuntarily. I found the ruler and went to look for the clips, there were only tiny ones - 16mm is what was on the box - small is never good, surprisingly they hurt a lot more that large ones that look worse. I stood there, tits poking out, getting redder all the time, it took me a minute before I read the paper.

I gave my tit a good hard slap and kept slapping - after I had struck my own breast 20 times he looked up, and told me to make sure the whole tit was red before going back to his reading it was work I think. My breasts burned from all the abuse After each swat he got me to tell him that I needed the rest removed - I was basically asking him to strike my breasts over and over again When he was done - I said thankyou and he gave me another bit of paper.

Five minutes of flicking and he told me to go back to the left. He smiled and said he would since i asked so nicely.

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Today is Sunday and he came back on Friday night, he watched my videos but I hadn't followed his instructions well enough, i had not been hard enough on myself. They jutted out obscenely and felt so full and hard. I struck harder, but apparently not hard enough. He handed me a piece of paper, and walked off into his study.

My tits were so sore but I knew what i needed to do. Each flick felt like fire, but i kept going. Then came the time to pull the clip off my left tit. I placed the clip on my right nipple wincing as I let it go and it crushed my little nub. He just stood there still looking, not saying anything. I got the hint and did the same to my right tit.

Ok I thought, I could manage that. As he got up he told me to stand with my hands behind my head, fingers interlocked. Remain there on your toes until I tell you to stop. I went to the bedroom, opened the draw and looked inside Right in the centre where the middle of my nipple would be there was a larger and longer bit sticking out, it was almost 2 inches long.

It was getting harder and harder for me to do but I continued, it must have been 50 slaps when he spoke again telling me to focus on my nipple and strike fast and hard I must have hit my poor tit more than 70 times with 30 of those on my swollen nipple, when he told me to stop, my whole breast was stinging and throbbing and I though it was going to burst. I wished i could take the rubber bands off too but I knew that wasnt what he wanted. I dont know how much time passed I was sweating, my feet ached, my breasts were sorer that i thought possible He got up gripped the clamps to loosen them and pulled them straight off.

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I wiggled to get my left tit through as far as possible and let go, to my horror the band just rolled of, I hadnt got it on far enough. There I stood in my jeans and no top and he looked at me and handed me 16 rubber bands, telling me to put them around the story of my tits. This is an of my Saturday afternoon. He said nothing but looked at me expectantly, it was time for me Tit pull the clip or my nipple. The ones on my nipples and areolas felt the worst after all the flicking i had done before, though the ones underneath were pretty uncomfortable as they poked my ribs because my breasts were forcing them down.

Gasps escaped me again and my eyes watered but off it came. I knew what was next, get that tiny clamp onto my puffy nipple which was still throbbing from the slapping. When he stopped he went and handed me another paper. I walked to the laundry, bending to take the washing out of the basket and put it in the washer made my breasts throb more My tits were bright red where they poked through the bands, around the bands was pale white.

I had never been in bondage before and I really couldnt see how these small rubber bands that three of my fingers just fitted inside were ever punishment to fit over my E cup tits. Cover your breasts in as many pegs as you can.

He told me that this was the reason I was here in the first place - I had followed instructions but hadn't pushed myself far enough. Remove the clamp without opening it and repeat on the other tit. I will tell you left or right. He went back to his desk and continued reading. This one was going to be easier, rubber bands sting but dont really hurt, oh i was wrong. He handed me another piece of paper still not saying anything then looked down at his work again. But he stood there looking and me so I tried.

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I will pick you up too. Clover clamps - now that was just mean - the more you pull the tighter they get and my nipples were already so swollen and sore. Ask me to tie it off at this height. At this point i really screamed. Make sure you place your nipple correctly.

It was time to ask But he really wanted me to tell him exactly what I 'wanted'. It wasn't so bad, it was a little numb but once i got the clamp off the bloodflow returned and i gasped from the ache. Again I Tit and pulled the bands over my tit, then, i held my breast up with my left had and wiggled the story further down with my right when it was around the base i let go. Better get it over and done with. Open my top draw in the bedroom. My left fared worse 25 strikes Tit 5 hitting the nipple. I put the horrid clamps on my nips, they were so sore from the earlier punishments it was difficult to endure.

Count out as you do this and continue until I tell you to stop. He moved behind me and began massaging my breats and punishment on my nipples, normally i love this but with all they had been through it just hurt. Place the clip on one of your nipples and begin striking your other tit with the ruler.

I managed to get 44 pegs on each of my breasts i wasnt kidding when i said i had large breasts! The band rolled forward about half an inch then stopped. I looked at him and he finally spoke. Face the window. Wow that felt odd, not really painful but not really comfortable either. I steeled myself to walk back into the study, shoulders back, tits out just the way he liked it - It felt weird to still be wearing my jeans.

Come and show me story they are covered. They throbbed more as the blood flow returned to normal. Clearly the idea was to really poke into the depths of my breasts. He had me switch tits 5 or 6 more times, a good half hour had passed, tears were rolling down my face and even my fingers hurt from pulling the band back.