so are his hands as he holds and shapes my breasts, taking the weights suspended from them to allow me a brief respite before allowing them to fall free again. He repeats the action, each time the shock is a little less, the pain just slightly more bearable.
I know he’s clamped my nipples, I’ve watched this sort of scene often enough. But I’ve never envied the subs playing, this is not what I would have chosen as my initiation into the delights of the dungeon.
I shiver as the tip of Nicholas’ tongue lightly flicks the very tip of my left nipple, the small part protruding beyond the vicious clamp. The blood supply trapped there makes me super-sensitive and the electric tingle shoots straight to my clit. He repeats the action, this time on my right nipple, and I jerk involuntarily. The sensation is truly exquisite, I’m able to experience the pleasure beyond the pain. I’m beginning to fully understand the point of this. Now I know for myself what those other submissives I’ve watched were feeling. But this is not second hand pleasure, vicarious fun, the joy of voyeurism. I’m sure I’ll never tire of watching others, I do love that, but I always wanted to participate too. I felt excluded, but no more.
My Dom is a Master, he knows exactly what he’s doing. The blindfold concentrates my senses. No sight, but all my other faculties are sharply honed. Touch, hearing—all sensation centered on my breasts, my nipples and that crackling link to my inner core.
He’s made no move to touch me other than at my breasts. But I know that even the slightest attention to my clit at this point would send me into orbit. And I need that. I need to tell him, I need him to help me. I’m thrashing around on the cross, as far as I’m able, held securely in place by the straps at my wrists and ankles. Nicholas is not touching me now, my own movements are causing the weights suspended from the nipple clamps to swing and pull on me, each movement increasing my torment. Then he’s back, the backs of his knuckles now trailing from my throat, down between my breasts to my navel. And there he stops. I’m grinding my teeth in frustration now, and he knows it. He damned well knows everything that’s going on in my aroused, tingling body and he’s playing me like a violin.
“I have more planned for you, but you’re not much use to me like this. Too wound up, too unstable, too volatile. So I’m going to let you come, just once, quick and hard to release the pressure. Then we start again, and next time you’ll control yourself better. Won’t you, little sub?” His tone is cool and clipped, with maybe a hint of displeasure there.
I don’t want him angry, disappointed in me. But I can’t bear this, I need to climax so much. I’ll promise anything. I bob my head quickly to signal what I want, what I need so desperately, the only means of communication left to me.
And he’s quick to respond. He uses both hands, parts my labia quickly and efficiently and slides his fingers between to circle my pussy swiftly before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I jerk, thrust my hips out, begging silently for more. And he obliges, gives me more. His thumb is on my clit, he rubs once, twice, and on the third stroke I detonate. I throw my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream of utter delight and satisfaction as I experience the most powerful, most explosive, most shattering orgasm I have ever had. Up to now my best orgasms have, in fairness, been solo efforts, but this is everything I’ve ever managed to achieve for myself and much more. This climax is like everything I’ve felt before, now rolled up into one explosive burst of energy pulsing through me. It hits me in seconds, and it’s over almost as quickly as it began. Nicholas wastes no time, forcing my response, pushing me hard over the edge and catching me quickly on the other side.
“That’s good, but enough for now. Now, you concentrate on what I’m doing to you, on
I know he’s clamped my nipples, I’ve watched this sort of scene often enough. But I’ve never envied the subs playing, this is not what I would have chosen as my initiation into the delights of the dungeon.
I shiver as the tip of Nicholas’ tongue lightly flicks the very tip of my left nipple, the small part protruding beyond the vicious clamp. The blood supply trapped there makes me super-sensitive and the electric tingle shoots straight to my clit. He repeats the action, this time on my right nipple, and I jerk involuntarily. The sensation is truly exquisite, I’m able to experience the pleasure beyond the pain. I’m beginning to fully understand the point of this. Now I know for myself what those other submissives I’ve watched were feeling. But this is not second hand pleasure, vicarious fun, the joy of voyeurism. I’m sure I’ll never tire of watching others, I do love that, but I always wanted to participate too. I felt excluded, but no more.
My Dom is a Master, he knows exactly what he’s doing. The blindfold concentrates my senses. No sight, but all my other faculties are sharply honed. Touch, hearing—all sensation centered on my breasts, my nipples and that crackling link to my inner core.
He’s made no move to touch me other than at my breasts. But I know that even the slightest attention to my clit at this point would send me into orbit. And I need that. I need to tell him, I need him to help me. I’m thrashing around on the cross, as far as I’m able, held securely in place by the straps at my wrists and ankles. Nicholas is not touching me now, my own movements are causing the weights suspended from the nipple clamps to swing and pull on me, each movement increasing my torment. Then he’s back, the backs of his knuckles now trailing from my throat, down between my breasts to my navel. And there he stops. I’m grinding my teeth in frustration now, and he knows it. He damned well knows everything that’s going on in my aroused, tingling body and he’s playing me like a violin.
“I have more planned for you, but you’re not much use to me like this. Too wound up, too unstable, too volatile. So I’m going to let you come, just once, quick and hard to release the pressure. Then we start again, and next time you’ll control yourself better. Won’t you, little sub?” His tone is cool and clipped, with maybe a hint of displeasure there.
I don’t want him angry, disappointed in me. But I can’t bear this, I need to climax so much. I’ll promise anything. I bob my head quickly to signal what I want, what I need so desperately, the only means of communication left to me.
And he’s quick to respond. He uses both hands, parts my labia quickly and efficiently and slides his fingers between to circle my pussy swiftly before plunging two fingers deep inside me. I jerk, thrust my hips out, begging silently for more. And he obliges, gives me more. His thumb is on my clit, he rubs once, twice, and on the third stroke I detonate. I throw my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream of utter delight and satisfaction as I experience the most powerful, most explosive, most shattering orgasm I have ever had. Up to now my best orgasms have, in fairness, been solo efforts, but this is everything I’ve ever managed to achieve for myself and much more. This climax is like everything I’ve felt before, now rolled up into one explosive burst of energy pulsing through me. It hits me in seconds, and it’s over almost as quickly as it began. Nicholas wastes no time, forcing my response, pushing me hard over the edge and catching me quickly on the other side.
“That’s good, but enough for now. Now, you concentrate on what I’m doing to you, on
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