Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Nine  

When he had finished speaking with the domme, Craftsmate grabbed ahold of the chain between my handcuffs and hitched it up before letting it rest behind my head. As a result, my arms were tugged up and out of the way, hands left to rest on either side of my neck. As I whined into my gag, he hiked my shirt up and fished into his pockets for my nipple clamps from earlier.

He slid the clamps on and smirked. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He pulled me closer and tugged down on the chain. “Aww, does that hurt?” I squealed and nodded. He chuckled. “Well, good.”

Somewhere in the middle of squirming around on the couch while Craftsmate tortured my nipples, I wound up making eye-contact with the guy who had been whipping the girls. He had been watching rather intently while Craftsmate fiddled with the tightness of the clamps, tugged the chain, pinched at the exposed bit of nipple past the end of the clamp. I whined lowly and straightened up a bit, feeling as if I had to comport myself a bit better if another dom was watching me, if not to legitimate Craftsmate’s authority a bit more.

The man smiled and just continued to watch. Craftsmate tugged the chain hard and I screamed behind the rubber cock in my mouth, my eyes squeezing shut from the pain. When I blinked my eyes open, the man’s grin had only curved higher and he was hardly masking a chuckle. 

Later, I told Craftsmate about it.

“Oh, yeah,” he said like it was no big deal that a complete stranger had been watching him torture me while I was basically topless. “Whatever. There were people watching you the whole time. When I walked you around the club, when I was watching that girl get whipped.”

Followers, I just can’t.