By the time she was finished it was eleven o’clock. She caught sight of herself in a mirror. Her face was stained with dirt and sweat, and more dirt smeared her arms and even her breasts. The clamps on her n*****s had been a nuisance at first, getting in the way, and several times the chain caught on some object, giving a sharp tweak to her imprisoned n*****s. But the actual pain grew less as the morning wore on and she got used to it. She wouldn’t have exactly said she was comfortable, but it was bearable.
She went up to the bathroom to take a shower. She wondered if she dare take off the clamps while she did so. It would make things so much easier. There was always the risk that Matt might come back unexpectedly. It was just like him to try to catch her out, but she decided to take the
