It was no coincidence that SapphicDomme sounded almost like a maniac. The tone, the words and the way they were delivered.  But even those words would not be able to prepare Dawn for the work that was yet to be done. Surely the caged nipples was bad enough.  That in itself was like something out of a horror film. Erect, solid teats, tightly caged. That is tightly caged in thin wire cages that had become part of the nipples themselves. Interwoven and then tightly bound, tightly packaged like little fresh nubs of produce ready for sale.  Surely that was bad enough in the big scheme of things? SapphicDomme had reassured Dawn that the pain would wear off eventually. But as in all situations of desperation, one might only hear what one wanted to hear.  She was also told that to take her mind off that pain there would be some other work happening on her breasts – and yes, that would most definitely take her mind off the screaming absolute hell that were her nipples right then right now.

 

“AHHHHH AHHHHHHH NOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOOOOOO AHHHHHH GODDDDDD AHHHHHH NOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOO.”

 

It wasn't really a begging or pleading any more. Nothing coherent anyway......