My "Images" (a term I stole from Suki) are short ideas, images, and sketches written for the amusement of and offered as tribute to my Liege and Lady. They were always longer and never so well crafted as Suki's short masterpieces, and over time, my Images files began to include various email excerpts and other works in progress or ideas for works and became more journal than art, so some juxtapositions may seem odd. Some of my Images follow. They are generally cruel and nonconsensual and of interest only to sickphuxs, so please read no further if such doesn't appeal to you. The Images are impurely the products of a warped imagination, and should not be seen as a reflection of the scene, nor should they be imitated by anyone not interested in a protracted term as the ward of the state. Steven S. Davis --------------------------------------------- "Prick" A man and woman are out on a country walk on a nice day. The woman steps under/through a wooded fence, but as the man follows her she turns and puts a hand on his chest, smiling. She shoves him back against the rail and tells him to spread his legs, and then to put his arms on the rails. She reaches behind some rocks and comes out with a lot of duct tape and rope someone had left in a bag there, and she takes the tape and starts tapping his arms to the rail. Then she takes a knife and cuts away his shirt "You know I wanted you to get some new clothes but you kept wearing this ratty things, now that will change" and puts tape in a X across his chest and shoulder and more around his waist, pinning him to the fence. Not so coincidentally she's covered a lot of hair with tape but left his nipples bare. She then starts taking the knife to his pants, cutting them away, and then his shorts, and then takes two long bits of rope and ties them around his ankles then runs them to fence posts, wraps them around, and pulls his legs a bit further apart before tying the ropes to the posts. Then shorter ropes tied his knees to another rail, and then she tied his scrotum, figure 8ing and highlighting his balls, which she squeezed hard, laughing. Then she took two sets of nipples clamps and put them on him, and started tweaking them, them twisting and turning them and pulling on them hard, till she had him on the brink of screaming, and then she yanked them both off him and he did shriek, and then she suckled at his nipples for a long time, and then kissed his face gently as she softly fingered his sore nipples. "Well, love, enough foreplay, let's get to the prick", she said, and took a prick from the bag, and held his firm cock. "Nice erection", she said, stroking his cock, "but not what I want just now", and taking some ice from an insulated pack in her bag, and a pair of tongs, she took ice and rubbed it over his cock and his balls until he shrivelled. "You see, dear, I'm curious about what the reexpansion of this prick will do after I've used this prick on it", and she tore upon some alcohol wipes and rubbed them over his small limp cock, and then began jabbing him, over and over, with the very small needle on the non-fleshy prick. The needle was so small and sharp that the pricks didn't hurt much, but as she kept pricking him the pain accumulated until he was hurting a lot and squirming as much as the fence and the ropes allowed. "Poor baby", she laughed, as she wiped some more alcohol over his cock, which had many faintly bloody spots, and kept wiping the stingy alcohol over him until the bleeding seemed to stop. "The holes are so small, they close quickly. But I wonder what happens when the skin expands around them ?", she asked, and stepped back and unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, and then her bra. "Take a good look, love", she said, shaking her shoulders a little and giggling as she jiggled. As if he'd be doing other than looking. As she stood there smiling and swaying she saw him firm up a lot, but short of what she wanted, she she stepped up and put her chest against him and started kissing him while her hands ran over him and after a few minutes of this, quite satisfying in itself, she had the satisfaction of hearing him moan loudly, and stepped back to look down and see that he was hard again and the countless little holes were bleeding. Bending on one knee, she fondled his balls while cooing at him and observing his cock. "Now, with that blood coming out, you'll have to keep pumping a lot of blood in to stay erect, love. Think you can keep it up ? More to the point, do you think I can keep it up ? Ever have any vampire fantasies, or vampira fantasies, ever imagined being drained dry by a vamp ? I'll bet you never thought it would be this way, though, love. Let's see how much I can drain you", she said, as she knelt and kissed and stroked and fondled him, moving up and down his body. "C'mon, boy, today I want you to pump for me instead of hump for me", she laughed as she rubbed against him and kissed his face and mouth and neck, glancing down from time to time to see that this most special precum drip was continuing. "C'mon, lover, I'm going to drain you dry, don't you want that ? Usually you love the idea", she said as her legs wrapped around his and her arms went around him and she pressed against him and wiggled and kissed him madly. "Well, now, boy, no salt on my food for awhile after this", she said laughingly as she slipped down him kissing her way towards his cock and then knelt sucking his cock, sucking out his blood as his cock throbbed and she massaged his balls and squeezed his buns, and she ran her her teeth up and down his cock in case anything might be closing and then sucked him more, his arousal keeping him hard and pumping but the pain keeping him far from coming as her lips and tongue worked up and down him keeping him up. She stopped frequently to spit and rinse, once laughing "Don't you just hate it when we do that, dear" and making sure not to swallow enough blood to make herself sick, and from time to time she stopped sucking his cock to kiss and lick and suck his balls while a wet finger, more than just it's nail blood-red, slid up and down his shaft. "Pump for me, boy", she demanded, as a vampire glove went on one hand and she wanked his cock, the teeth in her palm gliding over the well lubricated flesh in her grasp but still pulling at it and delaying the closing of many of the wounds. "Do it for me, love, give it to me, give it all to me, boy, your life and body and mine, give them up to me", she urged, not that he had any choice in the matter, unable to come but unable to stop as she kept working him and his blood kept draining, and he'd been feeling lightheaded for a long time but he began to feel moreso and she could see his flush paling slightly and decided that it was time to bring this particular bit of fun to an end, and said "Come for me, boy" and her mouth went back over him and sucked him so skillfully and massaged his balls and soon even as his blood flowed so do other bodily fluids and whenever she spit she repeated "Come for me" and soon he shuddered all over and came in her mouth and she rose and took him by the hair behind his head and pulled his head back and pressed her mouth to his and forced his come and blood down his throat and huskily gasped "Swallow, bitch", and then leaned against him, clinging tightly and panting heavily as he hung to the rails. And after a long time, she stood erect, and smiled and asked "Did you think I might really have meant to take your life ?" and he weakly shook his head "no" and she smiled and said "Good. It will be a surprise when I do". And stepping back from him she knelt by him, and ran some more alcohol wipes over him, and then said, "Now, what is this called again ? A styptic pencil ?" ----------------------------------------- "Daddy II" or "Bad Little Girl" A correspondant mentioned something that would have made "Daddy" hotter for her. Using the cane between her legs seemed a bit severe even for me. But the idea of beating a woman there isn't exactly repulsive to me. This started out as a serious scene like the first "Daddy" but it veered off in other directions. I hope maybe it may be interesting to you. ------------------- "Bad little girl" Your daddy is very cross with you, little girl. I've told you so many times how important it is for you to keep your pretty patent leather shoes bright and shiny, and yet you stand before me with such dirty shoes. What do you have to say for yourself ? Well, that's good. "No excuses, Daddy" is the only answer you could have made that wouldn't get you in even more trouble than you are now. Some naughty little girls would have complained that having to walk back and forth across a dusty floor with her hands behind her head made it impossible to keep her shoes spotless. And that having to kneel down and kiss Daddy's feet after every 20 laps - it's very good that you didn't miss the count, even while being quizzed on your multiplication tables, if you had you would certainly have been put across Daddy's lap - she couldn't avoid getting smudges on her shoes. Such selfserving sophistry from a little girl is a terrible thing and would need to be severely punished. So it's not as bad as it might have been for you. But surely you do see that you need to be punished. Good. Now take off your black Mary Janes, and those white socks, and slip into some appropriate attire. You've been a very bad girl and you should look like it. That's right, little girl, the fishnets and very high heels that you can just barely walk in. Put them on. Take your time, you're not going anywhere. Face the wall. Now spreadeagle against the wall, girl. Legs far back and spread wide and just your fingertips on the wall. Further and farther, little girl. Until your heels come up off the ground. That's good. Now you hold that position. Well, of course your arms and legs are trembling. That's because you know what a bad girl you've been. See, Daddy's test of a guilty conscience always catchs bad little girls like you. Well, now it's very clear that you simply *must* be punished. You can straigthen up. No, keep your legs far apart. Yes, dear, I know it hurts standing like that in those shoes. Daddy will explain sometimes how spreading her legs can get a little girl hurt. For now you just stand there and learn the lesson. Hands behind your head, girl. Those hands of your can also get you in trouble, that's why Daddy needs to tie them so often. When your hands aren't tied and you aren't using them on some job Daddy has given you - yes, dear, *that* is one very important job, and if a little girl learns to do that very well, sometimes it can keep her out of trouble, and Daddy will make sure you practice that again soon - then your hands should be behind your head. You're a very pretty little girl, and when you're an obedient little girl Daddy wants very much to show you what a pretty girl you are. But that can wait. I think it can wait... really, you're such a fidgety thing, you keep moving around like that and you'll jiggle so much. And a girl who's being punished shouldn't smile like that. And keeping your eyes downcast is nicely repentant, but you aren't looking at the floor, dear. What are your eyes on ? Now, didn't I just tell you about that wiggling ? And about that smiling ? Just what is it that amuses you so much ? You do need punishing, little girl. Get over here. Sit. Keep your legs up. Hard isn't it ? I'm sure that is just what you were thinking. Well, let me get your ankles in these cuffs and I'll see what we can do about making it less hard. I'm sure you would like that. Now I'm going to lift you up. You keep your hands behind your head and keep that pretty hair from touching the dirty floor. I like your hair so long, but it does make it awkward to punish you, since I don't want your hair laying on the floor, but I can't raise you high enough to stop that. So, I'll just take this clamp and clamp some hair to your nipple, and now clamp some more to your pussy-lip. And I'll do the same with the some more of that pretty hair and your other pretty nipple and pussylip. That will keep your hair off the floor as you hand by your ankle. Now I'll take those naughty hands of yours and tie them like you were saying your prayers at night. Well, maybe I do have that backwards, but you're being a very backward little girl today, so you can just pray with your hands behind your back. Now, little girl, it's time for your punishment. Should I cane your ass and your legs and then paddle the pretty welts on your pretty ass ? Yes, I think I should. But first I'm going to whip your pretty pussy. This is one reason to keep you nice and smooth down there, so you'll feel the whip more. Since you have been very good about your punishment, I'll use the horsehair flogger, since you like horses so much. Now, I hope that you're going to be a good little girl from now on. The way you're moaning I'm sure this flogging is getting through to you. I see that you've noticed that twisting your head around like you have been pulls on some interesting places. I'm sure that you won't need much more of this before you'll be telling me how good you'll be. But I'll just keep beating you for awhile to make sure. Now, that's not a nice thing to do, little girl. You're going and getting my nice horsehair whip wet. Well, if that's how you're going to behave, little girl, then I'll just soak this flogger in water, and you can see what you think about getting whipped there with it now, now that's it's so nice and heavy. You go on and moan and groan little girl. I'm going to give you a lesson you'll not forget soon. ---------------------------------------------- "The Show" Really, love. I'd thought you'd be more appreciative of my new toy. You seemed to like it so much seeing it used on women. If a woman can stand there and have her pussy whipped by a machine which will never get tired and which will never lose interest and which will never have pity on her no matter how she screams and begs, and you like that, well, why are you standing as far back as the chains will let you move to get your cock and balls away from the device you like so much ? Though I must admit, I liked wheeling the device towards you and seeing you back away. A nice "pit and the pendulum" effect. I must work on how to extend this. But that's for another day. As for now, well, don't you like having the rubber strap whirling so close to your favorite parts ? I do. And I'm going to really enjoy paddling your ass hard to push you into the path of that strap. Or poking at your ass with a cattle prod to move you forwards. But right now, I'm so intrigued by how close the strap is coming. And by what would happen if you got an erection. So guess what you're going to get, love ? I've got a dresser full of lingerie and a closet full of shoes and I'm going to be your every fantasy. Until I prove to you that, "Yes, thoughts and fantasies *can* hurt you". Of course, if you're just too scared of that strap, there's aways my bare body against your back, my hands sliding over you, my lips and tongue alternately taling both sweet and cruel to you and working on your bare skin. You'll rise to the occasion, boy. But I'll do that only after you've been bitten a few times by that whirling strap and are *really* afraid of it. Till then, I'm going to make you feel what you fear by letting you see and hear what you most want. If I have to try on lingerie all night to make it happen, oh, well. The ordeals we dommes must go through for our boys. But it's going to happen boy, as you've established by pulling at those chains, you're not going anyplace, and I have lots of time, and I know too well what you like. And since I'm what you like most, well, dear, you really don't have a chance. Which is what I like. ------------------------------------------------- "The Kite" He'd been kneeling in the sun for some time. How long he didn't know, it seemed like hours. It wasn't, but kneeling blindfolded and gagged, naked except for running shorts, running shoes, and socks, with his outstretched arms tied at several points to a pole across his shoulders and his ankles closely hobbled, this wasn't helping his sense of time. The heat didn't help any either; at least a steady breeze made that more bearable for him. It couldn't do anything to make more bearable his not knowing what his Lady's plans for him were. On that, he could only comfort himself in knowing that he'd find out soon enough. "Pity we couldn't strip him", his Lady's friend remarked, as they sat in the shade some distance away, the only shade for miles in this open terrain. "True, but someone might come along, so I couldn't risk him being naked", his Lady replied. "At least not all the time". "Oh ? So when will he be naked ?", friend inquired. "You seem quite interested, should I be worried ?" "I am and you shouldn't. But he should". "Well, I think we've let him sweat long enough, and I certainly think we've denied ourselves long enough, so let's go hurt the boy", his Lady said, to her friend's happy assent, and they both rose and sashayed towards him. "Up", she said as she approached her boy, and he raised himself up off his haunches putting his weight all on his aching knees. "I remember you saying that you'd never flown a kite as a boy, which I find sad. And our friend here never went fishing, which I think qualifies as child abuse. I thought I'd correct both those abuses. So I think that you should 'go fly a kite', love. And our friend should come fishing with me. But first she needs to learn about fish hooks. Fishnets she knows plenty about, but fish hooks, nada. She might hurt herself if she doesn't know how nasty they can be, or how to put wiggling meat on a hook. So I need to show her." "I brought along plenty so you can get lots of practice. See how wicked they are ? They'd be a lot more wicked if they were barbed, but I thought that we'd make do with these today. They're for catch and release. Not that I ever intend to release this one, of course. Now first we wash him down with some handiwipes, and spray some alcohol - isn't that nice and cool on your hot skin, love ? - which you don't always do but since our bait today is reusable it seems best. Now, watch while I slip the hook under the skin of his shoulder blade, and bring it up again. Hurt, eh, boy ? It's going to hurt a lot more. Here, let me show you again, see ? You try. Good, there, that's right. It's not usually this much fun, the bait doesn't generally whimper and the wiggles aren't nearly so sexy, but this makes a good first time. Or the first twenty or so times - how many over twenty is for us to know and you to discover, boy, if you get my point. Do another on that shoulder while I start this one. How do you dig 'double dipping', dear ? Well, he's got an alliteration addiction and it seemed on fair to entertain him a bit, his squirming and squealing are entertaining us enough." "Don't worry about the blood, he'll be OK, pour some alcohol on him to clear it away. That it hurts you, dear, that is, you know, entirely intentional. And there are many more hooks to go - to go into you, that is. Don't rush, he's not going anywhere and we have lots of time, take your time, be careful not to jab yourself with the hook - you can see how painful that is; you won't enjoy it nearly so much if a hook goes into *you*. Make sure they'll in deep enough to hold. Let's test them, give them each a few good tugs. Oh, poor baby, does this hurt ? How about this ? And this ? I take it that scream means it hurts. And you make take it that *I LIIKKE IT*." "Take over putting the hooks in my poor lover. Oh, now, by that I mean a "poor" as an expression of sympathy, not as an adjecsub. You're not a poor lover by any means, dear. Just wanted to make that clear. You know I never want to inadvertently hurt you. Anyway, you go ahead and hook him - ah, put the fish hooks in him - while I tend to him a little. I don't think he can stand much more, so what can we do to help him ? Well, I take it you won't mind if I pull his shorts down ? I didn't think so. See, dear, you're getting lusty looks from two sexy sadists, isn't this just your perfect fantasy ? Well, minus the fish hooks anyway. Oh, poor baby, did that hurt, can't you take it anymore ? But we're not even halfway done. Poor baby. Can mommy make it better ? Does having dommy mommy - I know it isn't but it sounded good - does having dommy mommy stroke her boy's cock make it easier to take ? Well, then mommy will fondle your cock while this big mean bitch hurts her boy. Go on, hurt him. Put those hooks in him. I'll just stroke his cock and squeeze his balls. You work the shanks and I'll work the shaft and maybe boy won't pass out before you're done. Well, maybe. We've got so many more hooks to put in you, love. However can you stand it ? Maybe having no choice helps ? If you thought any screams or muffled pleas would make us stop would that be harder for you ? Well, dear, don't worry your little head - I'll worry your little head <laughing as she does just that> - cause we won't show you any mercy. Well, aside from me playing with your cock and balls, if that helps you any, well, OK, since it's helping me plenty. We don't have all that many more to go. But you'd better put them closer or we'll never fit them all in. Well, we'll find *some* place for any extras. You're doing fine. So are you, love, really, it's OK to let the pain out. Better to scream and cry than to jerk about, though. That just makes it hurt worse. Not that we mind, of course. It's OK, he'll be OK when we're done. I was planning to get new sheets anyway. Ours will look like a convention of virgin fetishists were in town. Keep sticking him. Some people handle this much better - well, if *not* being in agony is what you mean by 'better', which is certainly not my definition - but my boy here never has been much good at generating endorphins. Maybe cause he doesn't like being tortured, do you love ? Good thing for me that he likes me wanting to torture him. And I *do* love hurting you, love. Or just kneeling next to you and hugging you and stroking your cock while a really mean bitch hurts you. Yes, I mean you, you mean bitch <laughing>". "Just about done baiting our hooks, eh ? And I haven't even made one joke about our victim here being a 'worm'. Well, I guess we'll skip that cliche. Now, then, I'll take one line and I'll take the other and we'll stick them in his eyes. That is, through those brazed rings at the end of the shanks. Now, boy, what does 'brazed' tell you, eh ? He didn't fish either - well, except for compliments for sadistic women - before I caught him. The brazed hook is used for biggame fish - and you're both big and game, love - and it can stand a lot of pull. Which it will need. Anyway, let's get these lines through those eyes, pull on them plenty, that's OK, I like shrieks. Now I'll fasten the lines for you. Good. When we go fishing this will be a *lot* easier, but not as much fun. But that's why there's beer." "But we go fishing later. First, my boy is going to fly a kite. Tie a pole to the two fishing lines, and tie a cord to the pole, and tie that to - well, let me get that blindfold off him. See, dear, isn't this the biggest kite you ever saw ? And we've got such a wonderful windy day out here. The wind hasn't let up all day and won't, and it's so nice and open out here, there's nothing to interfere with the wind or the kite. You could run for miles pulling a kite. Or with this wind and a nice big kite to catch it, for miles being pulled by a kite. Especially if one had a back full of hooks and it hurt like hell - like this - having them pulled on. Now, dear, let me show you how to get a kite up in the wind. Could you bring the car over while I'm doing this ? Thanks. See how easy this is, love ? A little easier with wind like this, that true. When she gets back we'll get you on your feet. Here she comes. You want to help me get him up ? Horny bitch, you know what I meant. Hold this kite while a retie his hobble. We want you able to move your feet a little more than you could. But not too much. That should do. Now, dear, I'm going to let go of the cord, and you just fly the kite home. Or for as far as you can go in that direction. We'll follow in the car. Don't worry too much if you can't keep it up, love. When it comes down I'll get it up again and get you going again. Don't I always manage to keep you up and keep you going for as long as I want ? Well, long enough for me to have lots of fun. I'll do that today. Now, off you both go, a boy and his kite. Trot along, lover." "Now, isn't that just delightful ? I'm sure you never imagined how much fun baiting a hook could be, and I know he never thought flying a kite could feel like this." --------------------------------------- "Beautiful Music" A very quick thought (quick note: don't think I'd actually want to submit to a woman who'd get mad at my looking at or being excited by other women; what sort of restrictions she puts on what I can do, that's another matter (I'd actually enjoy it if it turned out that she was both cruel enough and confident enough to torture me by putting me in the midst of a lot of women and teasing me about what I can't do with them (I had thought that it'd be cute if she arranged for some of them to do a "oh, too bad you're in a solo relationship now, I always wanted to fuck you and I thought this would be a great time" (well, something more subtle than that, which would be way too much for me to believe) - except that it would actually be a bit of a downer to discover they had all been put up to displaying interest, that that might not really work out so well; but it might work out if some women knew they could be a little more flirty because I can't do anything and they like teasing me with my Lady's connivance and we all know what's up (so to speak)). Anyway, someone who thought me bad for looking and liking wouldn't really be someone I'd want to submit to, but this idea was still interest). [the quick note was longer than the quick thought] "Really, boy, it's very disrespectful of me the way you oogle other women. Even if they are walking around in sexy outfits or in nothing at all and either loving the attention or feeling mortifed by it and so pleasing their doms who have them on display, I still don't like you reacting to them so obviously. You might think that you don't get enough sex from me. I'll have you know that a 50 orgasm to one exchange rate is quite fair and reasonable of me. When you make me come 50 times - ah, on 50 seperate occasions - you earn one orgasm. Well, yes dear, I know. I said you'd earn one, I didn't say you get it then. I think you should have six or seven in reserve, just in case, so I only let you have ever other one you earn. I'm just looking out for your interests, dear. Anyway, when I come another 37 times, you'll be eligible again. Well, no dear, not tonight, tonight I'll be hooking up with one of my other partners and taking him home and making love to him while you watch, and know that each time I come with him is one step towards your next release that you waon't be taking tonight. Or tomorrow, that's when I plan to let you lick me till I'm good and hot, and then try out my new vibrator, and you know it only counts if you're the the most proximate cause of my orgasm; if it's my hand or a vibrator that actually puts me over the top, well, too bad boy. But I will be letting you make me come pretty often dear, and in another month or so you'll have earned another orgasm for yourself, and I might just let you have this one. Maybe I'll even let you have me, this time, instead of making you have your release with my collection of stupid sex toys. It *was* a bit cruel of me to make you use one with that silly inflatable woman while my femdom friends and I all giggled at you. But I do have this really cheesy looking vibrating rubber pussy that it'd be hilarious to see you fuck, lover, after I've kissed and teased you for hours till you'd fuck anything anywhere, even that silly toy in front of an open hotel window across the street from a sex club where people can watch you and feel so superior to you for having real partners while you have silly rubber toys. You won't see them - the club windows are tinted, the hotel's aren't - but they'll be able to see you, and you'll never know when you see people looking at you, where they think they know you from. That would be so funny. And of course they'd never see you with me, the hours when I was teasing you and being pleasured by you would be behind drawn curtains, then I'd ride you till you were about to explode and then hop off and giggle at your agony, and set up the rubber pussy and tell you to open the curtains and fuck it after I'm safely out of view. Since I'll have someone in the club who'll happen to have a video camera and will just happen to spot you and point you out to everyone, I'll still be able to watch even if I'm out of sight. Doesn't that sound funny, lover ? Maybe we will do that with the next orgasm you earn. You won't mind making me come another hundred times before even having a hope of coming with me, will you ? Oh, good. I was afraid you might be getting to enjoy it, so nice to know that it's still agony for you. Since I do so like agony for you, dear. But I *don't* like you being so blatant in your response to other women, even if they are naked save for stockings and high heeled boots and even if you haven't come in weeks and even if I did tease you mercilesslessly before the party. Well, now, boy, if you're so lacking in self-control that you're going to going around with your tongue hanging out and your cock sticking up in such situations, well, I'm just going to have to restrain your cock and tongue, aren't I, you bad horny slut ? Yes, dear, again. I know you hate it, but until you learn your lesson you're going to find yourself in this situation again and again. On the table, arms and legs out so I can tie you down. Good boy. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Hold it there while I put the clamp on it. And now to stroke that cock till he's standing up again - he went awat fast when he knew what was next, didn't he ?. Well, that's OK, you know I can bring him back soon enough. There he is. And now the clamp on the head of your cock. Oh, that does sound like it hurts. And now I link the two clamps with a wet cord and make sure it's taut. And now your tongue and your cock are going to stick out and up like they did at the party, but *now* it's because I want them to, not because you have no self-control. I'll let you out in a while, after the cords has dried and tightened enough to pull on you very painfully. And after I've plucked on the cord for awhile. You do make such interesting sounds when I do that, lover. That makes the horny-slut bass one of my favorite music instruments. We do make such beautiful music together, my love. But I do like the use of alternative instruments." *twang* ------------------------------------------------------------------ Thoughts on kite-flying for a femsub friend And I do quite like the idea of tying you naked and spreadeagle in the back of a pickup, slowly putting a great many tight clamps on you (slowly both because I'd be trying to pinch the smallest amount of skin in the clamp that would get a good tight grip, and because I'd be kissing every spot to pinched first), threading string through the end of the clamps and then tying that string to a cord tied to a kite, then having someone drive the truck away while I got the kite up in the air, then letting go and letting the cord pull on your clamped skin, then telling the driver to slowly increase the speed until finally the kite pulled the clamps off you. And then getting out another set of clamps and another kite, and starting over again. ----------------------------------------------------------