Foreword
The dark-haired girl knelt naked on the bed and looked at the young, dark man who knelt in front of her. He was her master and her helper, she thought. He would cure her of her guilt, the guilt that she felt because she was so rich and so beautiful.
The young man held a pair of pliers up in front of the girl's soft, dark eyes and he grinned at the girl.
Then he moved those pliers down to her nipple and smiled at her as he opened them.
First, she felt the coldness of the metal on her nipple.
And then she felt the piercing pain when he clamped those pliers tight on her pinkness.
She winced and she sighed to him, knowing that this was just the kind of treatment that she needed.
"Yes, Master," she said. "Give me the pain."
And the boy knelt there silently and gave her the pain that she needed. Then he opened the pliers and moved them off her nipple and put them in his other hand.
Then he clamped down again and the beautiful, dark-haired teen-ager sighed.
"Yes, Master. Give me the pain and then fuck me. Oh, yes, Master, yes."