She gives a final vice-like pinch and twist to my nipple before releasing me. "Retrieve your collar, cuffs, the rope, nipple clamps and my favorite cane from the closet and set them here," she says while pointing toward the table. I rise, trembling slightly and move to the bedroom where the toy closet holds the tools of her desire. Carefully selecting all the items she requires, I return to the parlor and place them on the table before kneeling respectfully again at her feet. .....