I rise slowly, trying hard to not move too abruptly to cause strain on the clamp. I turn around showing Sir the 'tail' the butt plug firmly in place, I wriggle slightly, smiling but also wincing as the bell on the clit clamp jingles.

I look at Sir as He motions me to get a plate and glass. To my annoyance and probably to His amusement, with each step I took, the jingling is heard, further straining on my clamped clit. I return and take my place kneeling on the floor beside Him.

I suddenly feel weary, the pain in my clit sharp and throbbing, the butt plug, an uncomfortable presence. I close my eyes momentarily, as I await for further instruction, in silence.