He sits naked before me, completely defenseless and bound, unable to escape the impending anguish. My focus is solely on his nipples: I pinch them with increasing force, eliciting the first cries of torment. My grip proves insufficient, and I resort to using two clothespins, securing them tightly. I strike them, adding weights to amplify his torment. The slave writhes, but I remain unsated. I wield a whip, relentlessly targeting his sore nipples. I grant him a momentary reprieve, soothing his nipples with my saliva, only to follow with a few stinging slaps. I trample his manhood beneath my boots, then revert to tormenting his nipples with clamps, pushing him to the brink of endurance.