He trusted his most intimate, primal, involuntary reflex to my care – knowing, full well, that I intended to break him. I promised to reduce him to ...a sweaty, leaky, quivering, begging mess of a man. I warned him that I planned to make it difficult – that I was going to truly challenge him, just to see how much he could handle – to prove, once and for all, that his body could physically endure so much more than his mind ever imagined.When we started six weeks ago, we had an honest, open. “Swallow, dear”, I heard Bill say. Looking into his eyes, I did as I was told. He smiled. “Now, go to the men’s room and see those posters. Don’t touch yourself, just look. I’ll pay our bill and we can meet at the front door. I need to push off.”I went to the men’s room, and sure enough, posters of naked women covered the walls. I glanced in the stall, and sure enough, there was a poster on the walls of the stall, too. What surprised me was the panties that hung on the back of the door on a. If the tattoo man noticed anything, he gave no sign. He used the same alcohol compound on my nipples, which made them tingle before numbing them. Once they were numb, he tweaked them into erection (I felt nothing at all). He put one of the dumbbell studs in a larger and slightly modified version of the ear-punch and attached it to my left nipple. A touch on the trigger, a drop of bl**d, and the job was half done. Seconds later the other stud was in and the end knobs were screwed on. I looked. Talia screamed in my ear, urging me to tell him he was hot. I laughed and said no, but then I began to think it over. What could a little compliment hurt? I leaned over to his ear, and told him, ‘Hey, you’re fucking gorgeous!’ He looked kind of taken aback, and he gave me yet another one of his smiles. I was starting to find his smiles really attractive. ‘Thanks!’ I knew I was hot. Leather pants, a white corset-like top, paired with a cute pair of short grey boots I bought last month. I had.