A friend told me ha had used his 3D printer to create a little torture gadget he was really pleased with and wanted me to have, so he mailed them to me. I had some experience from his inventions before, so I was buzzing a bit, waiting for the parcel to arrive. I picked it up on my way home from work and unwrapped it the first thing when I got home.
The gadget was 4 medium-sized padlocks and 8 plastic pieces, accompanied by a printed image showing them assembled. The design was real simple and intuitive, resulting in 4 clamps, 2 intended for nipples and 2 intended for labia. Each clamp consisted of a padlock and two pieces of plastic fitting together under its shackle.
With the nipple clamps, there was one half circular piece, with a groove in its circumference fitting snuggly in the shackle of the padlock and an opening in the circumference forming an eye under the shackle suitable for locking to a chain link, and one rectangular piece, with grooves in its short ends, also fitting snugly between the straight legs of the shackle. On the faces of the pieces facing each other, there were 3 spikes on the rectangular piece and 2 spikes on the half circular piece. The spikes were small, maybe 2 mm high, but sharp, and when the padlock was shut, they fit between those on the opposite side and left a just 1 mm gap between the point and the opposite surface.
With the labia clamps, the basic idea was the same, but the pieces were adorned with about 5 cm long bars on the side of the padlock shackle, with 10 and 9 spikes fitting between each other the same way as on the nipple clamps.
I was very tempted to try the clamps on right away, but I had other plans for Friday night and suspected the clamps might distract me some, so I reluctantly decided to save them for my “regular free play” day today.
If it hadn’t been for the spikes, the clamps would have been pretty comfortable, with a 3 mm gap between the jaws that would have made a firm but not very painful grip on my nipples and actually risked slipping off my labia, but those spikes were the real game-changer. First of all, they hurt! I felt like they were skewering my flesh straight through to the opposite face of the clamp, even though I knew they didn’t. Second, they made it impossible to pull the clamps off, unless I wanted to shred my nipples and labia. Third, they kept tearing at my flesh because of the rather heavy padlocks, each weighing about 200 g.
Even with my hands free, I could do absolutely nothing about the gnawing demons on my nipples and labia, unless I had the keys to the padlock. That was a pretty hot feeling, and I couldn’t help but teasing the sensitive flesh bulging out from between the squeeze of the clamps. Rubbing and lightly scratching the tips of my tortured nipples was an almost electric feeling that could have made me cum within a few minutes if I had continued. But my spinning mind had come up with something else I wanted to try, so I reluctantly stopped my play and freed my nipples and labia. The spikes had left sore little indents in the flesh, but there was no blood or other real injury.
It took just a few minutes to arrange a half hour ice timer with handcuff and padlock keys, two long chains dangling from the ceiling hook to the floor, with a pair of metal handcuffs padlocked to the bottom ends and another pair padlocked about 80 cm above the floor. I added the harness panel penis gag with its large plug stuffing my mouth and forcing my jaws wide open, and an inflatable, vibrating anal plug, pumping it up until it stretched my rectum pretty uncomfortable, and setting the vibrator to low as a tease.
I sent the usual safety text to an informed friend with a spare key, “Busy until 13:30”, so she would come and check up on me if she didn’t hear from me before then, then locked my ankles in the handcuffs at floor level, fitted the labia clamps on the chain so they would force me to squat a bit uncomfortably before locking them on my labia, then fitted the nipple clamps at a height that forced me to crouch equally uncomfortably when locking them on my nipples, and finally locked my wrists in the handcuffs halfway between my labia and nipples.
I was stuck, and as I squirmed around some, I discovered that any attempt to ease the strain from my squatting would pull even more painfully on my labia and any attempt to ease the strain from my crouching would pull painfully on both labia and nipples. I could reach my nipples with my fingers rather comfortably, but to reach my pussy, I needed to pull painfully on my nipples. So, the arrangement was perfect and just as I had hoped.
I spent the time locked with spoiling and pleasing myself, playing mainly with my tormented nipples, rubbing and lightly scratching their bulging and very sensitive tips. I tried playing with my pussy too, but the pain it caused my nipples deterred me. However, the combination of the teasing, low buzz in my ass and the sensitivity of my nipples proved quite sufficient to make me cum a number of times.
I was so worked up and in the mood that I felt a bit disappointed when the ice timer released the keys much too soon. I had no problems getting the keys by the long cord from the ceiling hook they were attached to, unlocking cuffs and padlocks, but getting the clamps off my tormented, sore and sensitive flesh was a real ordeal. It always hurt removing clamps, usually quite a bit more than putting them on and wearing them, but those padlock clamps were worse than most, with the sharp spikes feeling like they had rooted themselves in my flesh and ripping the flesh with them as I tried to budge them loose, making tears flow from my eyes from the sheer pain. Eventually I managed, and amazingly enough, there was still no blood, but the indents they left were really something. My nipples and labia are still hurting a bit and very sore to the touch, almost as bad as after the dreaded alligator clamps and a bit worse than after clover clamps.
I really love both the ingenuity of the clamps and the feeling of the wicked, heavy clamps while they’re on, and the fact that they’re actually locked on in a way so I can’t cheat out of them, at least not without pretty bad injury. But the knowledge of the ordeal when I need to remove them is actually a bit chilling, so I think I will save them for games when I’m in the mood for some real pain. Still, I’m really grateful for them and I can promise this was not the last time I used them. As food for fantasy, they have actually already helped with some wicked scene ideas I may make reality in the not too distant future.