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Their need to be tortured and seen is too great. Their demand to be tied. They would not stand to be free. Not tonight. They yearned to be bound tightly, made hard and round and purple. So purple. So perfectly round. They sit like onions against my body. My nipples tied tight to increase the pressure on my aching breasts. The clothespins were unexpected. I drew my breathe in sharply. Would they even stay on? Was the pressure in my tits so incredibly strong that the skin just wouldn’t give way to a clamp? But I was determined to have my breast accept all gifts. My tight purple tit would hold whatever was attached to it. It would honor you and all that you had to offer. And ooh the pain was my ecstasy.

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