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After the excruciating pain of the labia clamp coming off I know he
must have dared me - and I know I must have accepted. I was on the bed
again with a crude device pulling at my tits.
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"Dare."
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Once again he dared me to suck his cock.
He was apparently enjoying his game. Once again I hoped he'd use it
elsewhere on me.
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"Truth or Dare?"
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"Dare."
He dared me to let him tighten the device.
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More foreplay. But I knew it would make him harder.
I let out a gasp as he twisted the screw tighter.
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"Truth or Dare?"
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Would this finally be the dare I was looking for?
"Dare"
"I dare you to stand up stand up" he said.
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Not yet. I did as he said.
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He paraded me around the room.
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He took more pictures. Would he show them to his friends? Would he
show them to strangers? Would he show them to my friends! Would
he dare me to show them to my friends!!! Would I do it!!!!!
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Every few minutes he turned the screw on the mechanism and my tits
pulled even further away from my body. I heard myself yelp.
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I glanced across the room at two duffle bags as yet unopened.
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I felt the restriction and firmness of the collar around my neck and
the massiveness of the lock that kept it on me.
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He stood me in front of a full length mirror. I was shocked and astounded
at what had become of me.
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"Truth or Dare?" he asked
I stared down at my grossly distorted tits and the screw jack with
its many many turns left to go.....
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"Truth."
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"Are you going out with me next weekend?"
In a voice barely audible I replied...
"Yes."
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