I love my nipples played with, kissed, licked, pinched, twisted, and tormented……
This is a story about just that, and there doesn’t have to be some made up reason for the evening, like coming home late for dinner, the evening occurs simply because I love it so much. And you love the control and pleasure you bring me.
You tell me to strip down, take a shower, and return to the bedroom.I quickly obey, knowing what is going to follow. It is my night to be attended to, to be pleasured, to be brought to the brink of orgasm and denied, and back again. I hop in the shower, the warm water beating down on my shoulders and back. Squeaky clean is our motto! As I am washing, I am lost in thought about the evening to come….My nipples have a direct link to my cock. Touch my nipples and my cock hardens. Lick them, kiss them, squeeze the very tip of them between your fingers or nails, and you will weaken my knees……
After only a minute or two of play, I am ready to cum, but I want to delay it, I want to enjoy for as long as possible the sensations…..I finish the shower and dry off, then walk to the bedroom. You are sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a tight black corset, and nothing else, your breasts pushed together, exposing all to the very top of your nipple. Your legs are crossed, you hold a glass of wine in your right hand, you are sexy, beautiful, powerful. I come to a stop in front of you, stand quietly, and our eyes lock. You stand up, tilt your head up an kiss me. I return the kiss enthusiastically. But I do not wrap my arms around you, pull you close to me, as I want to, because I know, tonight I am to stand quietly, awaiting your instructions. You ask me if I am ready, I answer, “yes mistress”. You reach into a small duffle bag on the bed and remove a blindfold. You secure the blindfold firmly around my head. When you are finished, I move my hands behind my back, so I am open to you, ready for you. I like this feeling, blindfolded waiting for you. You lean forward and kiss my right nipple, caressing it with your tongue, my cock hardens instantly. You move to my left nipple, and continue your gentle attention. On a scale of 100, I am at 100% pleasure. I am moaning softly, enjoying your attention. After a few minutes you step back, pick up your wine glass and have a sip. You like looking at me waiting for you. You like seeing my cock throbbing for you. You smile to yourself knowing what is to come.You run your finger across my lips, they part and I take your finger and gently suck on it, running my tongue around it. Your other fingers caress the side of my face, while you move your finger in and out of my mouth. You remove your finger and kiss me, and once again, I return the kiss, but make sure I do not move, all the while wishing I could pull you against me, feel your warm body against mine. You abruptly pull away, observing me again. You reach up and take my nipple between your thumb and forefinger, firmly applying pressure. It is like there is a direct wire from my nipple to my cock. My cock jumps and gets harder. With your other hand you squeeze my other nipple. I lean my head back and moan, with pleasure. You slowly start to increase the pressure on my nipples, on my pleasure scale I am at 90% pleasure and 10% pain, well not pain, but uncomfortable. You continue to increase the pressure for a few seconds and stop, and hold constant. All I can think of is I want to cum….I start to stroke my cock, wanting the release. You immediately twist my nipples and loudly command me to stop, “what do you think you are doing?”. The twisting shoots pain though my nipples, as I quickly return my hand behind my back. And quickly whisper “sorry mistress, I couldn’t help myself” You stop twisting and release me. The blood rushing back, and I enjoy the sweet feeling of my nipples, the pleasure and the pain. There is such a small line between pleasure and pain. And I love when you bring me back back and forth between the two. I know what my punishment will be for my actions…. You place your open left hand under my cock to support it. Then with your right hand you sharply spank my cock. I jump when your hand contacts my cock, there is that contrast between pleasure and pain again. The cock spanking will not make me cum, it only heightens my excitement. You administer 5 sharp spanks, my cock is burning, I want to cum so badly. You stop, release my cock and whisper in my ear, did you learn your lesson? I answer “yes mistress, it won’t happen again…” You place your hands on my arms, slowly turn me around and tell me to sit on the edge of the bed. I am happy to comply and have a rest.As I am sitting on the bed, I feel the warmth of the spanking you just applied spread over my cock. My nipples are tingling. My arms are at my sides, palms pressed flat against the bed. You take another sip of wine, and hold it, you bend over me and kiss me, as my lips part you slowly let the wine spill into my mouth. I bend my head back and part my lips more, eagerly waiting for another sip. But alas, none comes. You lean over my again and whisper into my ear “are you ready for more?” I answer you “whatever pleases you my mistress”. Although I am still blindfolded, I can tell your demeanor changed instantly, as I knew it would. “When I ask you a question you answer it, directly and clearly. Do you understand?” I said “yes mistress” in a hushed voice. You respond, “that is not direct and clear, stand up.” I quickly rise and stand straight, hands behind my back, awaiting your response.You reach into the duffle bag and remove a flogger. It is made of leather and suede. The handle is 8 inches long and the suede straps and about 18 inches. We love playing with this flogger, it is well made, and solid. The straps make a wonderful “slapping” noise when then they land. However, it can cause no real damage. It will redden the skin, but other than that it will not leave any marks, and does not inflict serious pain. You raise the handle to my lips, I kiss it gently. Then you bring the handle down my chest tracking a line from my lips to my cock. Resting the handle on my cock, pressing it downward, and letting it spring back up. “lean over and rest your hands on the edge of the bed” I comply quickly. You stand to the side and bring the flogger down across my ass. I jump a little on contact, and there is a loud slapping sound. My cock is getting harder if that is possible. You continue to flog my ass and back, slowly reddening the skin. After a few minutes you tell me to stand up again.As I stand there waiting, I concentrate on the pain/pleasure spreading across my ass from the flogging. My nipples are still tingling. And my cock throbbing. I think about you in your corset, I want to ravage you, fuck you hard and fast, but I continue to stand, awaiting…. You ask me again, “Are you ready for more?” This time I answer loudly and clearly, “yes mistress, I am ready”….You smile, thinking to yourself how much you love our relationship. How you love we can easy switch roles between dominate and submissive. As you look over me, my redden ass and back, my throbbing cock, and my red nipples, you think which do I like better, dominating him, or being dominated. You say to yourself, soon you will be fucking me, but first I am going to make you cringe, I am going to torment you…..You reach up and gently rub the pad of your fore finger against the very tip of my nipples around and around. They quickly harden. Once again, I am moaning with pleasure. And my cock is throbbing. After a bit you begin to flick my harden nipples with your nails. You start out softly, but quickly increase the force and speed. It only takes a half dozen flicks before I am flinching and trying to move back. You stop, and I try to recover my position and stillness. There is that fine line again between pain and pleasure. After a minute you reach up and take hold of my nipples again, between your thumb and forefinger, pinching firmly, slowly applying press. The pressure feels good and soothes the pain from the flicking. You twist gently, but firmly and let go.My nipples are sore and aching. In my scale I am at 50% pain, 50% pleasure. I want to cum so badly I can hardly stand it. As my heart beats I can feel the blood surge through my nipples. I know we are close to the end. I am torn, wanting more, but knowing my limits. Tomorrow my nipples will be very sore, and slightly bruised. As my shirt brushes against them it will hurt. But I love that pain the next day, it reminds me all over again of our night together.I feel you gently rubbing the very tip of my nipples again. Making them harder and harder. It feels so good, and hurts, but the pleasure out weights the pain. After a little bit, when I can’t image them getting any harder, you use your nails and pinch the very tips of my nipples. Not hard, but firmly, and the pain shoots through me. My cock jumps and my shoulders hunch to try and lessen your pressure. My head leans back and low guttural moan comes from my lips. You watch my face intently, as I absorb your torment. You are judging just the right amount of pressure, how much to apply to bring me to the very edge. My breath comes at short gasps, and you see I can’t take much more. On my scale the pain is 90% and the please is 10%. But as much as it hurts, 100% of my attention is on you, I am thinking of nothing but lasting as long as you want to torment me, letting myself enjoy the pain, feeling the intensity. And then you release. The pain increases instantly, and then starts to subside. You gently tell me to sit back down on the bed.I sit down, my arm at my sides, palms flat on the bed. My nipples are burning, my cock is throbbing, I want to cum so bad. You lean over my and we kiss, long and passionately. Then you remove the blind fold. I stare at you, so beautiful, I want you so badly. You turn and walk to the kitchen. I know what you will return with, and I am right. You come back with a glass of ice. You take the ice and apply it to my nipples, it is cold, but my nipples quickly become numb, and the pain subsides. You reach into the bag again and remove our Japanese clover nipple clamps. (If you don’t know what they are look them up. They attach to your nipples, with a string between them. As you pull the string, they tighten around your nipples, as you release the pressure on the string, they loosen.) You kneel between my legs and attached the clamps to my nipples. You rise and gently tug on the string, stand up following the pressure….You lay down on the bed face up, and position a pillow underneath you. You motion me onto you. I climb onto the bed and slowly insert my cock into you. The string between the clamps dangles down and you take hold of it. You use the string to control my thrusts. If you want me to thrust harder and faster you pull the string, applying pressure, and squeezing my nipples. When you want me to thrust slower, gentler, you release pressure on the string. We stare into each other’s eyes as we complete the night.The next day my nipples are sore, rough, painful, and slightly bruised. As I move during the day my shirt rubs against them and I instantly think of our night together. The soreness will fade quickly, but for now, I will enjoy the constant reminder of our night together. 😀
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3:23 am Sunday, 20th January, 2019
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