Having her legs pulled up behind the pole forced Nancy to arch her back. The man easily slipped the leather strap between her body and the pole. Fumbling around behind her, he found the dangling end with his left hand. Jerking the strap up with both hands, he raised it until it was level with Nancy's bosom.

One end of the strap was permanently attached to the nipple nipper. The working end had a series of holes so it could be fastened to the buckle on the other end.

He adjusted the device on Nancy's body, moving one end a millimeter or two in the air before lowering the other side a similar distance.

The basis of the nipper was a pair of boards that served as a pillory to surround the captive's bosom. Once he had it in place so one ample mound protruded through each wooden circle, he stuck the end of the strap through the buckle. A jerk on the end pulled the device tightly against her body. The buckle automatically held the strap taut.

With a wave of his hand, he told Canjac it was ready to go.

One board passed above the captive's breasts, the other below. A large screw on each end held the two pieces together but initially the lower edge of one piece and the upper edge of the other were about four centimeters apart. The screws extended through the upper board where they ended in black, wooden handles.

Canjac turned the knobs on top. With each twist the lower board rose a little. When the edges of the boards met, Nancy's large bosoms were squeezed through a pair of holes in the wood that appeared to be smaller than the diameter of her titties.

The wooden part of the device was nothing more than a holder of the nipple nipper. Canjac attached the metal devices to the wood front, one set of metal shafts and semi-cones over each tit. Carefully he adjusted the placement before threading a chain through a hole in the top. A light chain ran from each metal apparatus to a ring at the end of the chain.

When all was ready, Canjac looked Nancy in the eyes, smiled, and pulled the ring on top the device. The chain made a rasping sound as it moved through the wood. Racket wheels turned, drawing two pairs of semi-cones closer together on each nipple.

Twice more he pulled, drawing the semi-cones ever tighter about that sensitive part of her body.

"Mmmrnmfffffttttt!"

Nancy twisted her body back and forth in a vain attempt to stop him.

He pulled the ring again.

"See, Nancy, nothing you do can stop that metal from coming together. The decision of just how tight it will be is totally up to me. If you are a good little slave girl and do everything I saw, maybe I will stop. But if you disobey..."

He finished the sentence by pulling the ring again.

Nancy looked down. She saw her large tits protruding through the holes in the wood. Metal surrounded her nipples.

And she felt the pressure of metal on them. Each time he pulled the ring the pressure grew a little more. It did not hurt but she was certain that one more tug on that ring would crush them.

Raising her face toward her master, she pleaded with her eyes for him to stop.

Now, you may be wondering: If Canjac won't paddle a slave girl's fanny, why would he crush another's nipples?

The answer is simple.

The nipple nipper does not work.

The movement of the semi-cones is governed by rachet wheels on each side. The teeth of the wheels decreased in size. Thus, after the first two or three times, the semi-cones close a little less than they did the time before.

Of course the captive did not know that. She felt the wood pressing against her bosom. She felt the cold metal on her nipples. She felt the increase of pressure on them when he pulled the ring.

If he wanted to hurt her, it would be much more efficient and timesaving to put pliers on each nipple and squeeze as hard as he could. The intent was not to inflict pain. The intent was to get her to obey.

"Will you be a good little slave girl?"

Nancy nodded with real enthusiasm.

"We will give you the chance to prove it. When we let you down, I want you on your knees, your face against your thighs with your hands behind your back. Understand?"

Nancy nodded again.

They freed the beautiful brunette from her bondage in the opposite order they used to secure her to the pole. First they freed her legs.

"Help her," Canjac ordered when he saw how limply her legs hung.

When a man cut the rope holding her arms over her head, Nancy collapsed toward the floor, but the men held her so she went into the desired position. She raised her arms behind her back. She did not press her chest against her thighs because of the nipple nipper. Putting pressure on the apparatus about her tits might pinch her nipples. To get her face down, she raised her fanny in the air.

In seconds they had her hands secured behind her back with handcuffs.

"Raise you head, my dear."

When she did that, he attached the end of a leash to her collar.

"Now on your feet."

Nancy needled help doing that. Canjac led her back and forth about the room several times to get the circulation flowing in her legs. She almost fell over the first couple of times she turned.

When he headed for the door, she followed. The first stop was his office to check his mail. Once inside the door he attached the leash to a ring on the door. She waited until he was ready to proceed. Bound as she was, there was nothing else she could do.

Canjac next led his beautiful captive to the receiving area where she had arrived hours before. This was her first opportunity to see everything inside the building, but she walked with her head bowed.

Canjac positioned the captive under some chains dangling from the ceiling. He locked the end of the chains to rings on the sides of her collar. He could remove the leash knowing she could not move more than half a meter in any direction.

He smiled at her as he stuck a finger through the ring of the nipple nipper.

"Remember what happens if you resist."

Nancy's eyes shot back and forth between the nipple nipper and Canjac's face.

While he stalled, his men brought in half a dozen French Maid slave girls. They knelt in a row to one side. Even with the manacles removed they kept their hands behind their backs. They needed no instructions. Once they heard the order "Go!" they leapt to their feet to process Nancy.

First they fastened a leather blindfold over her eyes. When she learned what fate Canjac had in store for her, the nipple nipper might not be sufficient deterrent to cause her to behave. Her master wanted her rebound before she knew the manner in which he intended to force her to submit.

The first item for Nancy was a pair of bright crimson latex panties. These were quite small and somewhat delicate so it took two French Maids to get them on her. They had to work carefully to keep from damaging the item.

The panties were briefs, but that did not do a fair description of them. In front, a triangular hole allowed anyone to see her pubic hair. A similar pair of holes in back allowed the roundest part of her fanny to stick out. The pristine whiteness of her bottom cheeks provided a startling contrast with the deep hue of the panties. The tight panties forced her bottom cheeks to bulge through the holes.

The next item was a black leather corset. One French Maid held it in place while another laced it up the front.

Two more worked on the captive's arms. A leather fingerless glove was laced over each, from the fingertips to the upper arm. The lacings had to be loosened for the gloves to come off, and without the use of her fingers, there was no way the wearer could do it.

They pulled her arms behind her back. A leather cuff about each wrist was linked to the corset by a short chain. While she could move her arms about a little, she had no means of freeing herself, or using her hands or arms to protect her body.

"We are going to give you a different gag. If you behave while they are changing it, I will remove the nipple nipper."

Nancy did not utter a peep when they pulled the ball gag from her mouth.

The new gag was a bit gag with a harness. Nancy explored it with her tongue. The gag was no more than a centimeter in diameter. She quickly concluded that wearing it was much more comfortable than having that rubber ball rammed into her mouth.

Once they had the leather strap buckled behind her head, one French Maid looked at Canjac for permission to continue. He ordered her to remove the blindfold with a wave of her hand.

Nancy blinked several times as her eyes became used to the light.

The French Maids were still at work fastening more straps about the captive's head. This was no mere bit gag, it was a harness bit gag.

Nancy glanced to one side, then the other but could see nothing because of protruding leather pieces. Several straps went about her head, some held the bit gag in her mouth. Others held some blinders in place. A chin strap kept her from opening her mouth.

One French Maid bunched Nancy's long hair together with both hands. Another threaded it through a small loop of leather at the back of the harness.

"Why are they forming my hair into a ponytail?" the luscious captive wondered. "Having long, flowing hair is much more beautiful on a slave girl. There isn't much point to a ponytail unless..."

"Nnnnnnnnggggghhhhh!!!"

Canjac grabbed the wood of the nipple nipper with his left hand. His right pulled the ring on top. Nancy stopped struggling as soon as she felt the metal tighten about her nipples.

She turned her head to the right to plead with him to stop.

"So far you have been pretty good, almost obedient. Then this. I won't tolerate miscreant behavior from slave girls. I want you down on your knees. As a punishment for that little episode, I am going to hold on to the ring. When you kneel, you will cause me to pull those blades even tighter on your nipples. One more pull will be your punishment. I think you will regret it if you force me to tighten the nipper any more than that."

Nancy tried to use her eyes to get him to change his mind. (She knew better than to make any more unintelligible groans through the bit gag.) He stared back and the beautiful slave girl knew she had to obey. She had no choice and knew it.

She lowered her eyes to the floor. It was a long way down to there. She was certain the blades would crush her nipples before her knees touched the floor. If only she had not reacted when she realized what he intended to do to her...

"I am going to count to three, then I will pull the ring. At four I will pull it a second time, so on and so forth. One. Two."

Nancy did not even notice the pain in her knees when they landed on the hard floor. She put her head back in reaction to the pain in her nipples but uttered no sounds that would cause her further punishment.

"It does not hurt that much. Maybe he was right. I could take one without it hurting a lot," she thought to herself. "But the next one…."

Canjac had moved out of sight to her right to get out of the way, so the French Maids could finish their job.

The leather held the ponytail in place, but they fastened to it a large, white, satin ribbon bow.

Canjac moved back in front of her to inspect the work his slave girls had done. Nancy's face was level with his crotch. She wished that gag was not in her mouth. She was certain she could use her mouth to convince him not to do this to her.

"On your feet, Slave Girl."

The French Maids helped her rise. She stared straight ahead as they fastened the belled cuffs to her ankles. Not only would be she publicly embarrassed by what he was about to do to her, the ringing bells would draw attention to her.

"As I see it, Slave Girl Nancy, the principal difference between me as a master and you as a mistress, or at least a former mistress, is that of submission technique. You think if you bend a woman over a spanking bar and pound her ass until she submits, she will want to be a slave girl. Then, as long as you have a switch or paddle handy, you can count on her undying loyalty."

Canjac reached for the nipple nipper. She was afraid he was going to tighten it further, even though she had done nothing wrong. Instead, he started loosening the device in preparation of removing it completely.

"I have the total loyalty of my slave girls because I treat them as what they are – beautiful, sexy women. For them to use their bodies to please men is the reward for being good little slave girls."

He removed the wooden part, handing the device to someone out of her line of sight. His hands went to her nipples to fondle them. Nancy was afraid that action would hurt but it did not.

"I am going to teach you to appreciate being a slave girl. You are beautiful. You are sexy."

Canjac stepped back as he smiled at her.

"I think a few weeks of not being treated as a beautiful woman will teach you to appreciate being a slave girl."

He looked over her right shoulder where some of his men were preparing for the next step in Nancy's submission.

"Harness her up."