My nipples ached, pulled and pinched as they were in metal clamps, mercilessly tormented by a man I never seen, but whose stories I read and begged him to become my Master and now I am his little slave slut in the middle of our first session of cyber bondage and my voice always a little high is making shrill noises of pain and suffering as my nipples bear the brunt of my torment and yet mixed in are the sounds of animal pleasure, caused by the stimulation of my absolutely soaked pussy. I must make quite I site I realize standing on my toes, in front of my closet, my nipples simultaneously crushed and stretched beyond anything I have experienced before my whole room smelling of my hot womanly scent the liquid of which was working its way down my thighs.Perhaps I should explain about myself. I am a 19 year-old college student and involved in a long distance relationship that allows me only a few days a year to get fucked. Needless to say I spend a lot of time masturbating and in a search for some type of satisfaction, I've turned to my fantasies of BDSM to maintain my arousal. I've had some of the best climaxes of my life in my fantasies of nipple torment. My favorite has been a recurring idea for years and in it I imagine being alive back in the old fashioned puritan days and for some minor offense I an sentenced to the town stocks. I always picture them in a different way than you might think. In my mind I am made to strip naked my hands tied behind my back forcing my breast to jut outward for all to see and then I am led naked and exposed throughout the entire town to the town center where they is a special stock just for women. There is a seat and built into the seat is a huge wooden phallus, blacked from the thick axle grease used to condition and lubricate it before each woman. As I watch the massive organ is smeared with the tarry lubricant and the two male executioners