I secure my slave in the center of the room, his body naked and bound to the side walls by chains, leaving him vulnerable to my every desire. I contemplate whether he will suffer more from the 2 kg weight on his nipples or the blows I will deliver to his face. My hands yearn to strike his delicate features, turning them red and burning to the touch.
First, I want him to savor the scent of my latex gloves, to feel drawn to them before delivering merciless punishment. I remove the gloves, eager to feel his skin beneath my bare hands, adorned with rings on every finger that further disfigure him and cause almost unbearable pain.
On his knees for the final blows, the weights fall from his nipples, now crushed and destroyed. Decide for yourself if my hands or the 2 kg weights were the heavier burden.