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This story is full of all sorts of perverse and unlikely things. It
includes
all sorts of bizarre things, which happen to turn some people on. Things
like bondage, non-consentual sex, exhibitionism, and even incest. Minors
need not apply. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Delete from
incoming box.
(Like you'll listen if you're a minor... but at least you've been
warned).

If this kind of writing causes you discomfort, if it bothers you or is
even
likely to bother you, please don't read it. Consider yourself warned.
If you
read it despite all these warnings and are offended, what the heck are
you
doing? Give yourself a shake.

I guess I should point out that this story is fictional. I have never
figured out time travel and if I did, I suspect I wouldn't misuse the
privilege nor would I engage in non-consentual sex or incest under any 
circumstances nor would I counsel anyone else to do so. These are bad
things. <Does this really need saying? Isn't this common sense? Hello?>
Any resemblance to persons living or dead are purely coincidental.

Also, let's be clear about this. Archiving of the story is OK. But
charging
money for it (including charging for access to any archived copies)
isn't cool.
This work is copyrighted by the author subject to the above stated
conditions.

This is a work in progress. I will continue posting it as long as
there is
interest (both yours and mine). Any comments, good or bad, are welcome.
Suggestions for the storyline are also welcome.

If you are still with me, read on and please enjoy.

- crimson


[ Chapter 39 - Time Out Of Time ]
By Crimson Dragon (dcrimson@yahoo.com)

As her bare feet hit the asphalt, I stopped her. She turned
questioningly 
to me. I snagged one of her wrists and placed a handcuff on it and
closed 
it. She just looked at me, begging with her eyes. Afraid, at this point 
to say anything. I pulled her other wrist behind her back and fastened 
it with the other side of the handcuffs.

Only one word escaped her lips, "Why?"

"Janey. You know why. Because I like it. And I also want you to wear
these.
I rummaged in the pack and brought out the nipple clamps. They were a
pretty
pair. Adjustable tension. Joined with a thin chain.

Tears welled into her eyes as she saw and recognized the clamps.

"Oh God. Please. What have I done? I did everything you asked. Please
no."

"Jane. Remember that sarcastic comment?"

"I didn't mean anything. Honest. Master. It was an honest mistake. I 
apologized."

"I know it was." I stroked her hair. "And you almost made up for it with
the submissive behaviour afterwards."

"Please don't put them on me. You have no idea how sensitive my boobs
are.
Please."

"Jane."

"Oh God. You are going to clamp me no matter what I say, aren't you?"

"Jane. It could have been a lot worse. That remark almost got you a good
strapping on the nipples, then the clamps, extra tightened. You
managed to
avoid most of it."

"Please. Do you know how uncomfortable those things are going to be if
I'm walking. It's bad enough without a bra. Please."

I reached forward and began lightly stroking her right nipple. She cried
silently, knowing what was coming, but not twisting away. I watched as
she tried to concentrate on her breast. Tried to consciously will away
the
automatic tightening of the flesh to the touch of my finger. Her nipple,
slowly, inexorably, tightened. Hardening. I slipped the first clamp
over the nipple and tightened it until I thought that it was causing her
enough discomfort.

"Please don't do this. You don't have to. I'll be good. I swear it. It
hurts."

I repeated the procedure on her left nipple, the chain glinting in the
sunlight between her breasts. I knelt down and slipped the ankle cuffs
on her bare ankles and then rose.

She sniffled, but resigned herself to the discomfort. She probably knew
that this could be a lot worse.

I gathered up her leash and snapped it onto her collar.

I didn't have to pull because she just docilely fell in beside me,
making
as big a step as she could with the short ankle restraints. Our progress
was slow, but I didn't mind. She concentrated on each step, trying to
reduce the swing of the chain between her breasts. Softly crying out
each time I idly reached out to swing the chain when she didn't swing it
enough with her own movements.

About half way back to the hotel, she braved speaking again.

"M-m-aster?"

"Yes?"

"Please these clamps hurt. Can we take them off? I've learned my
lesson."

"And what lesson is that?"

"No more sarcastic remarks. Ever."

"That wasn't the lesson and you know it. I almost expect sarcasm out
of you."

Tears welled in her eyes.

"Please, sir. What was the lesson, then? This poor dumb slave doesn't
even
know what she did wrong."

"Think about it. You aren't dumb. You'll come up with it. We've still
got
quite a bit to go with you moving so slow."

"I could move faster without these chains. Please, sir, can we rest a
moment."

I nodded. She shuffled over to the curb and sat her bare body down.
Tears
still falling heedlessly down her cheeks. Her nipples must have been
really throbbing by this point. I watched as she unconsciously tried to
move her hands in front of her to release the clamps.

She did the female thing again to me. Wild subject change.

"She was really confused you know."

"What?"

"Ashley. Back there. She's like me. Got off on the humiliation and
pain but
hated every moment that her body was betraying her. Worse than me. I
would
never have begged for a climax in front of you. She must have been
really
hot."

"You're stronger. That's all. She'd been through a lot."

"We could have taken you while you were recovering from that orgasm
you know,
you were pretty out of it. Neither of us had any restraints on."

"And your nipples would be a hell of a lot sorer than they are now if
you'd
even considered it past wishful thinking."

"I know. This is why I didn't try anything. But I saw it in her eyes
briefly.
To knock you out of the picture. If she wasn't so afraid of how you
captured
her so easily the first time, I think she would have tried. And
regretted it,
probably. You know, Ashley was even afraid to ask you to finish her
off."

"I figured. I saw you whispering to her. Why'd you help her?"

"Kindred spirit. She sounded like she really wanted the release. I
personally 
don't understand it completely. I mean you had just whipped her. I
knew that if
you were asked the right way you might take pity on her. Or at least not
punish her for asking. I wasn't expecting the Lisa thing though. I
could 
never beg you for an orgasm like that."

"Care to bet?"

"Please don't make me do that. All right, I would if you forced me.
But she
wanted to cum so bad, she was willing to humiliate herself completely to
get it. I don't think I would ever do that on my own."

"Care to bet?"

"Please."

I tucked the information back in my mind. I should see if I could
disprove her.
It might take a bit, but I bet I could get her begging for a climax.

I touched her bare arm. She automatically rose to her feet.

"Please can't we take off these clamps. My nipples are so sore. This
s-slave
would really like her Master if he took them off her." She gave me
those 
puppy eyes that some women are so good at.

She was starting to realize that I could be manipulated with the right
phrasing. But she only used the third person Master/slave stuff when
she 
thought it would get her something. Most of the time it worked, I'm
ashamed to say.

It was one of the hardest things I've had to do yet. She seemed so
sincerely
sorry.

"In a while. Okay? I like them on you. Tell you what. If you come up
with
the lesson in three tries, I'll take them off you."

Her face fell, and she walked beside me in silence. Probably pouting,
but
I didn't think I could resist that, so I avoided her eyes. She didn't
even
protest. I could just change the lesson forever, not giving her a
chance.
But what choice did she really have? She couldn't exactly just take them
off herself.

A while later, she just exploded with, "Obey without question."

I turned to her. "Obey without question?"

"Yeah, the lesson."

"Jane. You're smarter than that. That is a damn good lesson, but that
isn't
why your nipples are clamped. And if you think about it, you know that
you
didn't question anything. You were pretty good in that department
today."

Her face fell and she fell in beside me again. Her face screwed up in
concentration. At least as much as a naked, bound, tit clamped woman can
concentrate.

We had passed a few more building, one had a department store window
where women's fashions were being displayed. I saw Jane look wistfully
in at the mannequins in the windows. Wearing more than her.

"Never talk back to you?"

"Nope. Though in general that is a good idea as well. However, I'd get
bored 
with you if you didn't talk back, occasionally. And that can be an
unearned
lesson. Never bore me. You know that not talking back is about the
same as
not being sarcastic. I already told you that this isn't the reason for
your current punishment."

"Oh."

"One more try. I'd be careful about the next one. Unless you feel like
sleeping in those things."

"Please. My nipples are throbbing. I can't take it much longer."

"You will, because you don't have a choice."

We walked along. I could almost see her mind working. Wanting to come up
with the right answer. Knowing it could be almost anything. Only knowing
that it had something to do with the sarcasm. Of all the things to pick
on. Wanting to blurt out anything that she came up with. Anything to
get those damn clamps off her sore nipples but waiting trying to
figure out
the best one. Concentration fading with the pain.

"Please, Master. Help a dumb slave? Please?"

I just looked at her. She realized that I wasn't going to make it any
easier on her and just looked down.

"God. I will be punished for disobeying or angering you."

"That is true. And I'll give you that you are on the right track."

"Oh God. Please. Please take them off me." Tears had welled up in her
eyes. "Please give this stupid slave slut another chance. Please?"

I made her wait. Walking along for five minutes. Her quietly crying in
frustration.

"Only because you were so helpful back there today. You did an excellent
job with Lisa and Ashley when they fell apart. But, you have to make a
choice.
I can tighten those things until you come up with the right answer. Or
you can choose to wear them as they are until bedtime. How smart are
you?"

"Please. It could be anything. My nipples feel like they're on fire.
Please
have some mercy on a dumb slave. Please."

She had almost completely fallen into the slave role on me. I wasn't
entirely
sure that I wanted that. But she was in pain. I was betting that as
soon as
those clamps came off, she'd revert to her normal sarcastic, willful
self.
Interesting to know. There was no way that I had broken her that
easily. 
She'd just figured out that this kind of speech made things easier on
her. And
she was pretty quick adjusting her speech to the new pattern. Even
though she 
was good at getting the words off her tongue, I could see the
resistance 
still behind her eyes. I hadn't broken her yet. Not sure I ever would.

"Choose."

"Shit. Okay. Tighten them you bastard. I want another shot at this.
And I
can't wear these damn things until you let me sleep."

I kind of figured that she wouldn't give up. Even if it meant a little
more
pain. I reached forward and gave them each another half turn. She
closed 
her eyes and held her breath as the cruel clamps bit even more
fiercely into 
her sensitive nipples. But she didn't cry out.

We walked along for a while more. Her trying her damnedest to figure
out what
I wanted to hear. Trying to walk gingerly in her bare feet and ankle
chains.
Trying to keep her upper body as still as she could. I'd stopped
moving the
clamps a while back when I realized just how much they were hurting her.

"You really have a thing for hurting my boobs, don't you?"

"They are nice boobs to hurt. Why? You wet?"

"Bastard." She gritted her teeth.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

"Are you going to tighten them again if I'm wrong?"

"Nope, but I'm getting tired of this game. Last chance."

"God. I can't stand this much longer."

I stopped. I knew that she must have come up with some possibilities.
Probably
been wracking her brain for the last hour. She just was trying to
choose 
between them. We were nearly back at the hotel.

"Out with it then."

"Please have mercy on me. I'm a person. I'm Jane. I feel, you know? I
hurt.
How would you make out in my place? My boobs hurt. I can't concentrate
like
this. My nipples are on fire. I'm sorry for whatever I did. Please.
I'm so
sorry. Please take them off. God. Please have mercy."

"You are my slave. Nothing else. Remember that."

"Oh God. Okay. Okay. Please just tell me what you want to hear. I'll get
down on my knees. Beg you. I'll repeat it at the top of my lungs. I'll
crawl all the way back to the hotel. Please take these damn things off
my boobs. Please. They hurt." The last words almost plaintively, tears
beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

"I'm waiting. As far as I'm concerned you can wear them forever. What
do you 
think the lesson was?"

"Oh God. Please. All right. If a slave is sufficiently cooperative and
humbles herself to her Master, he may take leniency on her punishment.
Please Master, this slave begs you to remove the clamps. Please."

I reached forward and grasped the right clamp. Jane gasped as I moved
the
clamp. Ignoring her pain, I began to undo the clamp. Relief flooded
into her
face, just before she yelped at the pain of the returning circulation in
her nipple. I released her left clamp, eliciting the same response from
her.

As soon as the clamps were off, she collapsed to her knees on the
pavement.
Sobbing in relief. Whispering, "Thank-you" over and over as she cried
on her
knees. Those clamps must have hurt a lot more than I'd intended. To be
honest, 
I was completely surprised that she had come up with that. Considering
her 
position, to consider it lenient was a stretch. But, I guess she was a
smart 
girl. She knew that those clamps could have been a lot tighter on a
lot more 
sensitive nipples. Though she tried to use the words to her advantage,
both 
she as I knew that she was far from a stupid slave. I was actually
impressed
with her.

I let her cry herself out and then raised her back to her feet. I
handed her
the hated clamps into her bound hands; she grasped them without
question behind
her back. Having her carry them back to the hotel, making her aware of
them,
even though they weren't currently attached to her breasts. That I was
the 
one that could release her from the pain. Not her. Her nipples. Erect,
and 
no doubt very sensitive were an angry red. Still slightly crying we
found 
ourselves back at the hotel in about fifteen minutes. I took off her
ankle 
chains and led her up the fire stairs to the suite.





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