"Those," you say, pointing at the nipple clamps.

Her response is to raise an eyebrow and look at you questioningly, before she speaks.

"You are aware that these are for my nipples," she says.

"Actually, I was banking on that," you smile, and she blushes in return before reaching behind her and unzipping her dress.

She turns away from you as she stands, and slips out of her little black dress. It puddles at her feet, but you don't notice - all she is wearing now is a suspender belt, stockings, a tiny little black g-string and her boots. Still with her back to you, she moves her hands to her breasts and you guess that she is making her nipples hard for the clamps. And then she gasps - you guess that she has applied the first. Another gasp signifies the second and she turns back to you, her hands covering her breasts, a chain dangling between them.

"Can I see?" you ask, and she reluctantly moves her hands away, revealing her 36D breasts in all their clamped glory, before handing you the chain between them.

You gaze at her breasts, transfixed, looking at her nipples squished by the vicious clamps. You give the chain an experimental tug and Pauline follows, twisting so she ends up sitting on the sofa next to you. You tug on the chain again, watching her breasts and nipples stretch under the tension, and hearing her breathing become ragged.

"Does it hurt?" you ask.

"A little," she replies, her hands moving up to her breasts to try to massage away some of the pain.

"Hey, stop that," you smile, tugging at the chain again.

"Sorry for spoiling your fun," she blushes, "but I can't help it."

"Perhaps you need to be handcuffed," you grin.

"Perhaps you're right," is her only reply.

You grab the handcuffs and she turns away from you, her hands behind her back. You quickly close the metal cuffs around her wrists, tight enough to ensure that she cannot escape. And then she turns back to you, and you tug at the chain again. This time, she tries to reach around with her cuffed hands, to reach her pained nipples, but cannot quite get there as you pull up on the chain. She is moaning each time you tug now, obviously getting very aroused by the whole experience... as are you. You stand up, pulling at the chain to make her get to her feet too, and slowly lead her around the room by her nipples.

"Enjoying yourself?" you ask.

"Yes," she smiles, nodding enthusiastically.

"Can I use any more toys on you?" you ask.

"Of course," she grins, "how about a gag? Then I won't be able to complain about any other toys you use on me."

"I like the sound of that," you say, "what sort of gags do you have?"

"I have a ball gag, a ring gag and a bit gag."

Your choices: The ball gag or The ring gag or The bit gag.