In the vanilla world a common female complaint is the one about men who treat nipples like knobs. “You’re not adjusting the radio you know!”
Well, this is something Leesa’s master obviously doesn’t need to worry about:
He hooked my hands to the bed, one to the post, one to the center thingy, and fucked me for hours, I swear. My tits are so sore this morning from all the nipple twisting. He says he uses them as a lubrication knob. When he wants me wetter, he hurts me more. I don’t remember coming. I don’t think he let me. That’s not very nice. I remember lots of face slapping, too.
From the same post: “Milking the cow this morning with cuffs locked on was weird, just for the record.”