‘Have done, sir.’
‘Good. You stood in the shop, surrounded on all sides by salivating men, in your tiny silky undies, stockings and heels. Now the growling was louder, there were whistles and low-voiced comments.
‘“She’s come in here dressed for sex.”
‘“She wants more than a vibe and set of clamps, mate.”
‘“Look at that arse! And those tits. I hope she shows us her pussy too.”
‘The shopkeeper, Steve, smiled at you.
‘“Lovely outfit. We’ve got some underwear you might like here. I think a bit of latex would suit you, actually. What do you think?”
‘You told them you couldn’t afford anything extra today.
‘“Another time then.”
‘He picked up a pair of clamps, the ones that you chose.
‘Go and fetch them, AYS.’
I tipped them out of the bag. They jingled faintly. Such dainty, delicate things – could they really be that painful?
‘I’ve got them, sir.’
‘Good girl. He came around to the front of the counter and sat himself down on it, facing you. You made no sound, not even the teeniest little protest, when he reached out his hands and tucked the cups of your bra down underneath your breasts with his thumbs – though you did flinch just a little. Those big, rough thumbs rubbed across your nipples, finding them stiff and swollen. Pull down your bra cups, AYS, and caress your nipples for me.’
They were, as he said, stiff and swollen. The feel of my thumbs against the sensitive flesh made me gasp.
‘How does it feel?’
‘They’re huge, sir, and very sensitive.’
‘Good. By now, the customers were heaving and surging around you, desperate to touch you the way Steve was doing, but the woman urged them to be patient and just watch. Perhaps their turn would come later. Steve took one clamp, opened it, then placed it gently on your left nipple. You know what I want you to do.’
I took up one clamp, which was like a slimmer version of a tweezer, and opened its rubber-coated ends. Grimacing before I had even applied it, I positioned the suddenly mean-looking tips either side of my nipple, then let them move inward, slowly, slowly, until they touched the flesh. The pressure increased infinitesimally with each fractional releasing of my finger and thumb. I began to pant and then uttered a heartfelt “yeowch” when I let go. The crystals swayed and stroked the underside of my breast. It hurt, but I worked on controlling my panic and soon the immediate crisis receded, the pain becoming duller and more manageable.
‘I’m wearing it, sir.’
‘What’s happening?’
‘It was a sharp pain to begin with, but it’s not so bad now. Just a kind of throb. Still hurts, though.’
‘Good. Keep it on. Steve watched your face as the clamp bit into you with obvious satisfaction.
‘“Painful, eh?”
‘“Yes, Sir.”
‘You didn’t know why you’d called him “sir” – it just slipped out. He seemed mighty pleased with it and stroked a finger down your cheek before applying the right clamp …’
I didn’t need the instruction this time. I just did it, quicker than before, screwing up my eyes for the momentary flash of hot pain, then opening them slowly.
‘I have both clamps on, sir.’
‘Good. Keep them on until I tell you otherwise.’
‘Will do, sir.’