And screams once again filled the room.The man parted Pauline’s butt cheeks and pulled off the dried and cooled candle wax which had formed on her b...utt hole and crack.“Let me see. Now what can I do now. Oh, yes. I know.”The man went to a bench and pulled out a handful of alligator clips. He meticulously attached a clip to each nipple, adding even more pain to the nailed nipples, clamped four each onto each labia already spread by the nails, and clipped one onto each poor bound and nailed toe.. I inhaled sharply from the erotic stimulation I was giving myself. I was thinking about something I read they referred to online as…DOing…deliberate orgasms. I can research about orgasms at 42 can’t I? I then saw it like a movie before me…only I was in it. I saw myself at the drive in wearing a skirt and button up blouse over a tank top. The top has a built in bra…which I love…so less clothing has to be worn. I was wearing a thong and felt the gentle dusk breezes fluttering about under my. I walked towards the entrance of our cottage and locked it. I stepped down the basement as my tits juggled above my beating heart.I stood silently as he set up the salver with tongs, clips, and other apparatus. He has put a mat on the wooden bench. He gestured at me to lie down on it, and I calmed myself to avoid awkward situations.I sat on the bench and lay on my back as my head lay on the pillow at the edge of the table. He took his medicinal gloves soaked in spirited water and pushed his. I offered to wait at home so we could go to the party together but she insisted otherwise.Fortunately after I'd made an ass out of myself stammering like an idiot, Veranda laughed and said mercifully, "Don't worry about it." I breathed a sigh of relief but then she added seductively, "I'll surprise you later." With a sense of foreboding, I began to consider the possibilities and immediately wondered how I would ever make it until Bernadette got there.Luckily, to my pleasant surprise, two.