And finally, “Five,” she said. Sir removed the ice from her nipple, which was still freezing, but he closed his mouth around it, all hot and wet, and she moaned with pleasure.

He sucked and nibbled for a bit, and it was like he was tugging on a direct line to the heat at her core, and she moaned with pleasure. Of course, that was when he stopped, pulling away and taking a new piece of ice to the other nipple.

“Start counting, baby,” he said.

It was a bit more difficult this time remembering, “One,” and mentally adding 2, 3, 4, 5. She could tell her mind was not clear anymore, she was rapidly losing words. All of her attention was on the ice touching her nipple, well except for the part that was acutely aware of her Sir, listening for the next command.

But she made it to five, and was able to savor the brief pleasure of his warm mouth, soothing her half frozen nipple. “Oh, thank you, Sir,” she sighed, with heartfelt relief even as he pulled back.

She had been standing in front of him for what felt like a long time. Now he scooted back in his chair to make room for her, guiding her to sit with her back to him, pressed against him. She loved the feeling of his body behind her, his arms around her.

And then he leaned around her to open the little drawer in the end table and she shivered. She knew what was coming.

“Aren’t these cute?” he asked, holding the nipple clamps up. “They’re new. Look, they have little bells on the end of them. Purple. I knew you’d like that.”

She laughed. “Ok, yes, they’re super cute. Um, thank you, Sir? I think they would be really cute on the Christmas tree.”

He laughed too, “Oh, I don’t think so. Do you want to get your nipples ready, or do you want me to? Your choice this time.”

She laughed again, ruefully, because this was a terribly difficult choice for her, and he knew it. Did she want to pinch and pull her nipples herself until they extended enough for him to easily put the clamps on? No. No, she didn’t. Did she want him to do it, probably in some ingeniously painful way, himself? Also no.

But “no” was not an option.

“Sir,” she almost whined, “Do I have to decide?”

She could almost feel his amusement as he said, “Noooo, you don’t have to, not right now. You can ask me to spank you first if you think that would help you decide.”

And she giggled. “Oh, no, thank you, Sir, no, I’ll decide.”

“Good girl,” he said.

“I’ll do it,” she said, knowing that he liked it when she took initiative. Reluctantly, she started pulling on them, both nipples at the same time, throwing her head back against Sir’s chest, moaning lightly as they hardened and became elongated. “I think -” she was a bit breathless, “I think they’re ready, Sir,” she stammered, without releasing the tender length of them. She preferred to keep them ready, rather than having to start over if he delayed attaching the clamps.

He moved quickly and decisively today. Almost simultaneously, the clips were attached, making her whimper, then moan, “Sir…” as if pleading for release.

But he laughed, jiggling each breast, which wrenched another moan from her as the clips tugged on her already aching nipples. “Oh, too bad,” he said, and when she said, “Sir?” he said, “I can’t hear the bells. Next time, I’ll have to get bigger ones.”

Despite herself, and the biting pain, she laughed. That was so like him.

“Now,” he said, “put your feet up on that ottoman in front of you – that’s it, feet up, knees wide open.” This pressed her back even closer to his chest, and it opened her hot, wet center, offering herself to him. He leaned forward, arm over her shoulder, hand resting on her pussy. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and smiled.

In this position, her back rounded slightly, the clamps dangled freely, and she was suspended on the fine point of exquisite pain and radiant pleasure. He slid a finger inside her, then two, his palm cupping her so that it rubbed against her clit. She moaned in pleasure now and pushed her hips up – which jiggled her breasts, tugging the clamps, making her whimper.

“Sir – please…” She did not know what she wanted. Those were the only words she had now. “Sir” and “please.”