You are strapped to the bed, spread eagle, as I walk around you, admiring my work. You are watching me, silently, knowing that the time for talking is over.

The nipple clamps are in my hand as I climb onto the bed. I put on the first one and you hiss. Watching you close your eyes to regain control, I put on the second one. I pull on the chain and you draw in your breath sharply. You can sense the smile on my face as you wait.

I pick up the Wartenberg wheel from the nightstand and you can hear me spin it. Your heart starts beating faster as you feel my body heat grow closer.

“And now, for the fun part….”

What’s love got to do, got to do with it
What’s love but a second hand emotion
What’s love got to do, got to do with it