Nipple clamps – even with weights – aren’t too bad at first. It’s like a nibble really. But after a while that nibble becomes a razor-sharp bite. These bloody things chew, cut and saw through the flesh and before long you’re up to your elbows in agony. But the moment I dread the most, the moment I become a sobbing shadow of a man, is when a Lady decides to remove the clamps. Even if She takes them off ever so gentle, the eruption of pain that immediately follows is just dreadful. Everyone has a weak spot, they say. Well, I’ve got two: my nipples. So you can imagine what happens when a Lady rips them off in one fast swoop, grabs my crippled nipples and squeezes them with brutal force. It happend to me once in a small dungeon in Amsterdam. My screams of agony scared the bejesus out of tourists and citizens alike, I’m afraid. Damned nipples!