Ch. 04A: The Clampdown

Ch. 04A: The Clampdown

I was starting to get used to Lily choosing what I got to wear every day when she threw me a curveball. She had decided that my outfit for that day was going to be an oversized sweatshirt, a bra, and a couple of binder clips?

"What are these for?" I asked Lily. "Is the clasp broken? It looks fine..."

"Those are going under your bra, not over it," she told me, as if that explained everything. I looked at Lily in confusion. She took them from my hands, pressed them open, and popped them onto my nipples.

"Ooh." The binder clips lightly pinched my nipples, putting on a nice, constant pressure. I shook my tits back and forth a little bit. "I like it, Miss Lily. I like that it's just going to be there in the back of my mind all day."

"That's good to hear. You can wear your bra over these. I want you to think about your tits all morning, and we'll see how things are going when we meet for lunch." Lily handed me my bra and sweatshirt in one hand, and socks and Converse in the other. I put the bra on carefully so I wouldn't knock the clips off. Then I finished getting dressed and headed out to the elevators.

It felt like someone was pinching my tits while I walked down the hall. I felt like I should be hiding in my room. Like, I'm not supposed to be having my nipples pinched out here? I'm not supposed to feel like I'm masturbating just walking through the hall.

There were already people on the elevator when I got on. I blushed, afraid that they could tell what I was doing. I crossed my arms over my chest before remembering not to. I looked down at myself. I'm wearing a big hoodie. No one can see anything. Chill out Sasha.

I rubbed my legs against each other. It feels so weird to be wearing shoes with no pants. The elevator doors opened, and I felt a rush of wind through my legs, tickling my cunt.

I spent most of the walk with my eyes glued to the pavement. I was convinced that everyone knew what I was doing. But looking down my chest, I couldn't see anything. Why would they be able to?

I finally looked up. I almost laughed. Most people didn't even notice me. But the handful that did were all focused on my legs. I blushed. Can they tell that I don't have any shorts on? Or a skirt? Or even underwear? I went back to looking at the pavement until I got to my academic building.

Class was uneventful. I would forget about the clips for awhile, but then I would shift in my seat and notice how different my chest felt than normal. Sometimes I could feel my heart beats through my pinched nipples. It made me lose track of what the professor was saying. Shit, I'm going to have to ask someone if I can copy their notes.

After class, I headed to the dining hall to meet Lily. The whole way there I was thinking about the clips on my tits and telling Miss Lily all about it. Heh, 'Miss' Lily. I liked the way it made me feel to give her that little honorific. It reminded me of this hot little secret that we had.

Miss Lily and I got our lunches and went to find a table. There's a big main dining hall and a smaller room tucked around the corner that's usually quieter. Lily and I went to the the quieter room. The side room was basically a long hallway with booth seating on each side. There were plenty of open tables, but Lily led us all the way down to the last one. She sat on the side with her back against the wall, where she could see the whole room. She had me sit on the side facing the wall. There was nothing for me to look at except for beautiful Miss Lily.

"So," she said, cutting up her chicken breast with precise, efficient strokes, "report. What was your morning like? Be detailed." She ate her chicken, waiting on me. I blushed and pushed my food with my fork.

I told her about my morning, and how sometimes the clips would butt in on my thoughts and make me think about my tits.

"Sometimes?" Lily asked.

"Um, yeah. Mostly I would forget about them, but-

"Strip," Miss Lily ordered. She was looking for something in her purse. "The shoes can stay, everything else off."

Here? In the dining hall?!? I stuck my head out of the booth to see how many people were here.

"I didn't say to look over there," Miss Lily said stonily. "I said to strip. Now."

I sat back in my seat and pulled my arms into the sweatshirt. Despite how nervous I was, I could feel myself starting to get wet thinking about what she might do to me. I ducked down into the booth to slide the hoodie over my head. I reached around my back and unhooked my bra. It fell into my lap. One of the clips came off with it.

Lily clicked her tongue. "I wanted to start off light," she said, "but I guess that was a little too light." She moved to my side of the table, sliding in next to me. She pushed my tray of food out of the way and straddled my lap.

"Ooh, hello beautiful." Miss Lily smiled at me and caressed my cheek. I ran my hands down her corduroy dress, then over her stockings. I squeezed her calves. She slapped the remaining clip off of my other nipple. "Yo!" I twitched in surprise, then resumed letting my hands roam over her clothing, reveling in how it felt against my naked body. I slipped a hand up her skirt but she slapped it away.

"We should have used these from the beginning," she said. She was holding a pair of little metal rings. "These are adjustable. We're still going to start off light. But I didn't want you to get scared of the hardware." She held one up for me to look at. Each ring had 4 screws equally spaced around it. The rubber-tipped screws met in the middle of the ring.

"It looks fine Lily," I said. I choked out a little laugh. "I'm way more nervous about being naked in the dining hall," I said quietly.

She was putting the rings on my tits, I think giving me a few more little pinches than strictly necessary. "Don't worry about that," she said. She looked up at me, smiling and biting her lip. "Your tits are so big and thick. I haven't even tightened them yet, but you're holding them up just fine." She ran her hands across my collarbone and shoulders and arms and took my face in her hands. "Your body is so amazing. I'm so happy you're letting me play with it..."

She smiled at me devilishly and started tightening the screws. She didn't have to tighten them very much because, like she said, my tits are big and thick. A few twists of each screw and I could feel the pressure. "How's that?" she asked me.

I smiled. "It's nice. I can feel it."

Lily did not smile. She gave each screw an additional twist. By the third one I was making fists at my sides, trying to resist the urge to do something about it. "How's that?" she asked me again.

"It's tight, Miss Lily."

"Do you think you'll mostly forget about this one? And only notice it sometimes?"

"No Miss Lily," I said with a strained voice. "I don't think I can forget about this one."

She smiled at me and tightened up the other one. God damn, she's beautiful. I really want to make her smile again. "Aiii," I squealed, holding my fists up by my shoulders. "I think you made that one too tight," I said. "It's throbbing harder than the other."

"Aww," she cooed, caressing my cheek. "And that's no good, right?" I shook my head no. "We must seek balance in all things." She went to make an adjustment.

"No, that's the wrong- Ah!" I slapped my hands down on the table edge, maybe a little too loudly?, and gripped it until my knuckles turned white.

"Quiet," Lily commanded. "Hands behind your head." I laced my fingers together on the back of my neck. She kept tightening the first one to match the second. I pounded my feet under the table and squeezed my eyes shut.

"Ok, Lily, they're equal now!" I said through gritted teeth. "All balanced!"

"Yeah?" She cupped a hand under each breast and lifted them one by one, as if checking the weight.

"Yes, Miss Lily." I opened my eyes. She was staring happily at my tits. I blushed.

"Ok," she said, hopping off of me. She went back to her side of the table and sat back down to her lunch.

"Can I put my arms down and get dressed again?" I asked.

"Hmm," Lily said, looking at me. "Not yet. I'm really enjoying this view." She smiled and popped another piece of chicken in her mouth. "Lean forward and rest your tits on the table. Yes, just like that!" She stared at my tits for a little while longer before she finally let me put my arms down. "But don't get dressed yet. Finish your lunch first."

I have to stay naked! I blushed and pulled my tray back in front of me. I peeked my head out to see if there was anyone else near us. I could only see a handful of people, but the booths were too tall for me to even see very far.

"If anyone you know sees you, they'll probably come down to say hi," Lily said. I yanked my head back into the booth.

I sucked air in through my teeth. "Ow." I cupped my breasts and lifted a little bit as if that would provide me any relief from the nipple clamps. I breathed deeply and tried not to focus on the squeezing pressure.

After lunch, Miss Lily let me get dressed again. I hoped that wearing the bra would help relieve the pressure a little bit, but it didn't really change anything. My tits were just pushed a little bit from the front now. I slid my hoodie on and pulled my hair up and through. I stood up and picked up my tray. Lily stood up, but she wasn't getting ready to leave. Instead, she stood behind me and slid her hands up the back of my sweatshirt.

I blushed and worried about someone looking while Lily squeezed my ass. "This thing is so amazing," she said, caressing my curves. "It's so round... and big..." She squeezed hard, then slid her hands down my ass, to my thighs, and up to my waiting pussy. I forgot to be worried about someone looking by this point. Miss Lily kept teasing me. My leg shook.

And then it was over. Lily was collecting her things and heading towards the dish return. Rrrrr, she loves getting me all worked up...

We left the dining hall, and Lily gave me a beautiful smile as we headed in different directions. As soon as she was out of my sight, my attention snapped back to my nipples being squeezed under my sweatshirt. The pressure made me want to swing my fists and run and stomp. I had to concentrate on walking slowly and breathing deeply.

I settled on squeezing my sweatshirt and pulling it tight. I was still very aware that I only had a sweatshirt and sneakers on. It certainly wasn't what I expected when I agreed to let Lily decide what I would wear.

I caught a few people looking at my legs before they flashed me a smile. I probably would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't so focused on these things attached to my tits!

I got to my English classroom and took a seat. There were four long tables arranged in a square with seats all around the outside. I found an empty chair and sat down.

My tits felt like throbbing red beacons. They were screaming at me so loudly I couldn't believe no one else noticed. I got my notebook out. We were doing peer reviews today. Everyone had to write a couple paragraphs, and we were going to talk about them.

The professor started talking. Ohmygod they're so tight! I squeezed my hands into fists. I rubbed my legs together. I'm not wearing any pants! Or underwear! I crossed and uncrossed my legs. It felt nice. I think I might have caught the attention of someone though. There was a girl on the opposite side of the room looking at me with a big smile, chewing her gum. I could see her legs under the table, so I guess she could see mine. She must like my legs.

Everyone started moving. Shit! What are we doing? What did he say? I totally missed everything. The guy next to me was holding his paper out to me. I took it from him and uh, I guess I give him mine? That seems to have satisfied him. I looked around the room and everyone had partnered up. Right. Peer review. Gotta read this guy's stuff. Ok, ok. I'm locked in. Let's see...

I got to the end of the first paragraph and realized I hadn't hadn't really been paying attention. Shit. Start over. This time I got all the way to the bottom before I realized it. Arrrrrrrrrgh! My poor nipples! Tits tits tits! Tight tight tight! I took a deep breath and started over...

"So what did you think?"

My head snapped up. "Hmm?"

He pointed to the paper in my hand. "About my writing? What did you think?"

"Um, it's..." Fuck. I spaced out again. "It's good. Really... intense. You know, I really, like, feel it in my chest. It's piercing." I cleared my throat and tried to read his piece again.

"Is that all? You look like you're going to say something else."

Fuck! My mouth opened and closed a few times. "Um, yeah, no. I mean, yeah that's it."

He seemed happy enough. He shook his head with a smile. "I thought it was just some bullshit about being on the football team. Maybe I'm actually gonna be good at this! Hey thanks. So, um, do you want to move on to yours now?"

"Sure."

"Ok," he said. "I think it's interesting how you write about being shy, but also how much you love singing in a band. Like, there's a tension there between your desire to be the center of attention, up on stage, where, you know, your band is the reason people came, and out of everyone in the band, people will pay more attention to the singer. But your other paragraph is all like 'I'm shy. I'm worried how people will judge me. I don't wear anything skimpy or tight.' That stuff is all at odds with being a successful entertainer. And I think you need to bridge that gap. Or, if you're not going to resolve that conflict, then bring it to the forefront. Put it in our faces. Revel in it."

"Mmhmm, that makes sense," I said. "Thanks." I want to put my tits in your face... I just couldn't stop thinking about my tits. And if it wasn't my tits, it was my smooth legs rubbing together.

The professor started talking again. I couldn't concentrate enough to hear what he was saying. I leaned over the table and scribbled on my paper. I was just trying to focus on something that wasn't how relentlessly my tits were being squeezed.

I laid down on my chest on the table and kept scribbling. The weight of my body pressing down on my poor titties actually felt like it was relieving some of the pain. Or maybe it was just that it was different. Whatever. It felt better.

I gave the room a quick glance. Everyone was looking at the teacher. I pretended I was just casually adjusting my position, and I settled in with my right breast laying on my palm. My body and my other arm would be in the way of anyone seeing. I squeezed a big handful of myself through the sweatshirt. Oh fuck, that feels better. I gave it another squeeze.

"Sasha?"

Ohmygod. I sat blot upright. Oh wow ow ow ow "Yes?"

"What do you think of this writing sample?" He was pointing to the screen behind him.

"Um, it's tight. Very tight." I raised my fists and squeezed them together.

"Could you elaborate?"

"Uh, it really just gets to the point. Nothing else to distract you from, just, uh, the main things she wants you to feel. Just very focused on that." I nervously jittered my legs under the table, loving how smooth it felt. Just move on. Ask someone else.

He did. Apparently my answer was good enough. Is anyone looking at me? Can I try squeezing my tits again? That felt good. The smiley gum chewer was smiling at me. And chewing. Fuck.

I tried just being a good student for the rest of class. That should be an option, right? Listen. Take notes. Go home. I tried. I couldn't follow along for even a single sentence. Gummy was still checking out my legs. Damn it.

I pulled my left arm into my sweatshirt and kept scribbling with my right. I rubbed a hand over my bare stomach and hips. I reached up and squeezed my tit over the bra. Oooooh! I closed my eyes. I squeezed my other tit and I felt both sets of lips open. I managed to only leak out of one of them.

The bell rang and I almost jumped out of my seat. How long was I doing that? I threw my things in my backpack and hurried out of the room. Gummy said something to me but I breezed by her and pretended not to hear. I walked quickly back to the dorm, even though it made me bounce a little bit and grit my teeth.

I got back to the dorm and practically slammed the door behind me. I hopped from foot to foot and shook my hands.

"How was class?" Lily asked me.

"It was so much harder. I didn't hear anything the teacher said all class. I don't think I embarrassed myself, but I'm not even sure. I might have had the dumbest answer. I don't know." I bit my lip.

"Ooh, that sounds nice," she said. "You had a good time?"

"Um, I guess I did. Can we take these off now?"

"Hmmm..." she teased. "I suppose. Take everything off."

I practically tore off my sweatshirt and bra. I raised my hands to the clamps, then hesitated. "Can I...? Or should you-"

"Shoes off," she said. I bent over to untie them. Too quickly. My breasts bounced and swayed and hurt. I hopped out of my shoes and stood up. I gritted my teeth and lifted up a tit. "Can I take it off?"

Instead of answering, she walked up to me and started unscrewing it herself. There was a moment of relief before the blood rushed back in and my tit started throbbing. "Yeow!"

"Shh," Lily scolded, finishing the first and moving to the second. I clenched and unclenched my hands. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Oh fuuuuuuck!" I moaned as she finished. I stomped from foot to foot. "Arrrgh, I thought they were going to feel better!"

"They will," Miss Lily told me as she leaned in and licked from the bottom of my breast up to my nipple. When her tongue went past it and my thick nipple flicked back into place, I let out a moan. She did the same thing on my other side. I bit my lip. That certainly did feel better.

She sucked on one nipple and pinched the other. "Oh, oh fuck!" She took my nipple lightly in her teeth and flicked her tongue across the tip. "Oh my god! Oh my fuck!" She kept sucking on my tit while she put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me down towards her.

I thought that she wither wanted to kiss me, or have me lick my own nipple. It turned out to be a bit of both. Miss Lily was holding my breast up, pushing my tit in between our mouths. Our tongues crossed and played, flicking my big, thick nipple as they went. I could feel her hot breath mixing with mine, tickling my tender skin.

"Ahh! Ahh!" I couldn't take it anymore. I'd been getting teased all day. I moved a hand towards my clit. Miss Lily slapped it away. She pulled my head closer, sucking on my lips and my tit together. Then she grabbed my other breast and pushed and squeezed. I yelped as she mauled my tender titties, but it quickly turned into a moan. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" I slapped my arms around her tiny, adorable, pleasurable body. I twitched and I gripped and I came. I squirted out in pulses onto myself. Then my legs trembled and I fell down to my knees.

Miss Lily smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "Get some rest," she told me. "Let me know when you're ready for more."

I smiled and slumped against the wall to catch my breath.