Gently spreading her wet pussy lips apart with two fingers; her pink inner bits glistened under the lights and Michael looked directly in her eyes as he reached into his pocket again and drew out a third clamp. Her clit practically jumped in reaction.

“What color are you, beautiful?”

“Green, Michael,” she said, her voice husky, only trembling a tiny bit with trepidation.

He placed the clamp around her swollen clit and she moaned as the tiny bud throbbed in its confinement, the sharp initial pinch around the sensitive bundle of nerves only taking a moment to settle into a more consistent throbbing ache. Then the pressure increased as he turned the screw on the clamp, watching her face as he did it rather than what he was doing. Ellie whimpered, her head tipping back slightly as her thighs trembled with the urge to press together and trap him, to stop the compression of her pulsing clit.

“Enough!” she begged, and then cried out as he tightened the clamp just a bit more before releasing it. The weight pulled on her clit, increasing the pressure, and she thought she might cum just from that if she didn’t say ‘yellow’ first.

Michael gave her the time to adjust, his fingers tracing up and down her legs and sides, circling her clamped nipples and making them tingle without jostling them as she panted through the pain and pleasure, her body quivering and on edge. The clamp on her clit was almost too much to bear, and yet she didn’t want to ask him to loosen it either.

Twin tears rolled down her cheeks as she settled into the pain, every part of her body pulsating with the sensations running through her. His cock was starting to swell again and Ellie almost wished he would just shove inside her, just like this, with her legs spread wide, her most tender parts clamped and throbbing... he would rub against her clamped clit and waves of pain would assault her even as his cock filled her with pleasure... or would it, considering how fully her lower body already was?

She wanted it...

But instead, Michael stepped away from the center of her legs, holding out one hand to help her down from the table.

“I want you bent over the table, beautiful, and then you’ll get your beating.”

A shudder went through her at his words and she reached out to take his hand.