Hell's Bells

Hells Bells!

Did she just mention nipple clamps? Oh dear!
Are breasts bound to appreciate the pinch?
Will biting numb with a metallic steer?
Do clamps gnaw flesh by tugging inch by inch,
while she's kneeling to please her patron.

So,
when clamps are taut, as are her lovely glands,
she can quite feel the tension. It will grow;
as will her meek acceptance of commands
that would, in other circumstance, seem strange
and out of place.

But, here, right at the heart
of this submission, she's pleased to arrange
herself in ways she's told to. It's a start.
It may ensure the wench becomes quite damp
at thoughts revolving round each nipple clamp.