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That little cutie Estelle's stay with us at femmeXotique provided us with opportunities for all kinds of devious play. We even did some pretty, artistic stuff with her.

Which is where today's story begins.

Estelle had been lolling about on satin sheets as we shot lovely nudes. She was obviously enjoying the break from two days of whippings, gags, clamps and restraints. So, about the time she started talking "smart," it was time for wrist and ankle cuffs and a blindfold. That soon put her mind back in the right place for a weekend slave.

We had her get up and sit on a platform for display. There, she quickly understood that her testing was to begin anew.

The square nipple clamps spread out the pressure over a large area, making them perfect "starters." But the pressure does get to be heavier when it's an entire fistful of chain and clamps, draped over the chain linking her nipple clips.

Then, a tight little set that definitely got her attention, followed by a double helping of scissor clips. Those perky little-girl nipples just kept enduring pressure, sensitizing them nicely.

Next came the massive brass clamps, which twist to tighten. Each twist caused a little intake of breath. But Estelle fancies herself as tough. A little too tough, she might agree now.

Once those were tried, we settled on a really tiny set, which bites into the flesh in a really narrow area. That got her going good.

All along, Estelle was showing signs of nerves. As experienced as she was in bondage, she had never experienced a zipper. (So much for tough.)

So, we pulled out the red-white-and-blue zipper from the toolbox, giving her a chance to pass on that particular "delight."

No, she said. A zipper was going to be her crowning achievement.

On went the clips, one at a time, each one biting her delicate flesh. These were serrated clothespins, which don't require heavy springs. But they do bite into flesh because of the narrow ridges.

Pretty soon, Estelle was feeling the intensity of the pins. As the string was pulled every so slightly tighter, she had a faint inkling of what was to come. We tugged and eased the pressure over and over.

Finally, she'd had enough. "Either you do it now or forget about it," she said.

Before she had the last syllable out of her mouth, we yanked those pins right off her chest. The first couple are in the air in one photo, while her shock is seen in succeeding ones.

Estelle lost her breath and almost lost consciousness, leaning over to stop her head from spinning.

Her cocky grin of seconds before was replaced by shock and the delight of a serious endorphin rush. As she looked at the damage, she realized just how deeply the pins had bitten into her breasts.

But now, Estelle had been unzipped.

Would she do it again? She wasn't sure. "It hurt like fuck," she commented later on. "But it was all right." "All right"?

Let's just say that when we went to dinner, Estelle wasn't wearing a bra.

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