turned to high pitched pleas. I was terrified the captain would come on and tell us to take our seats when I was so close, so I didn't hold anything back.
His fingers abandoned my clit, and seconds later a clip went on my right nipple, then left, and I was reminded of my bound and swollen breasts as I squealed in pain and bliss.
His fingers returned to my clit, applying pressure over the top, and I knew I needed to explain to him I wasn't normal, but didn't want to give up the finger in my mouth to talk.
Besides, what he was doing at the moment was working, and the stimulation of his fingers, combined with the pressure of the rope around my breasts, and now the clips on my super-sensitive engorged nipples, and… oh god.
He reached up and pulled the chain between the clamps, tightening them, and I lost track of keeping my hand and mouth in synch, but quickly refocused as I breathed through all of the sensations.
