This chunk of gym equipment Serena bought, way back whenever, has since stood unused. Now, we know what to do with it. We grab Lydia (who just happens to be handy) and allow her to choose her own nipple clamps from the plethora of diabolical nipple knobblers in Serena's play box. Tentatively, she experiments and selects the ones she feels are going to be the least traumatic. She is cocooned and strapped, and, when she is thoroughly boondoggled and totally helpless, we began the final set-up of our dastardly plot. The only thing between Lydia and two very painful nipples is the strength of her jaw. Sooner or later her jaw will tire...