For the month of April, every day (except Sunday), I’ll be posting a story that has to do with the letter of the day. As my blog is a kinky blog, I will be posting kinky stories. Since the theme of the A-to-Z Challenge blog is gratitude, I thought I would mirror that and have each story relate to gratitude in some way.
N is for Nipple Clamps
Nipple clamps have long been one of my favorite toys. I love the way they bite into my nipples. I love the fear of how much they’re going to hurt coming off. But I also love my adjustable ones that can be put on under clothes, not tightened too much, but just enough to remind me they’re there. I misplaced them, though, and I have to replace them soon… I miss them.
I scream out in pain, but it’s a delicious pain, and even as my throat is raw from screaming, my pussy is clenching with desire. He is standing above me, making me look up at him. I am on my knees, my head tilted back the least amount possible but still have my eyes on him. It wouldn’t be even a little bit painful, except that I am wearing clover clamps on my nipples that tighten the more the chain is pulled, and I am currently holding the chain between my teeth.
“Good girl,” he praises, and he tilts my head back an inch further.
I can’t see my breasts, but they are large, and with the clamps on, I am sure their whole weight is being lifted by the chain. When I stop screaming, I whimper.
“Okay, pet, relax,” he says, my head drops down to my chest. I don’t let the chain go, though. He said to relax, but he didn’t say I was done.
He climbs up onto the bed and lays down, his hard cock bobbing in front of him.
“Suck my cock, pet,” he says. “You can drop the chain.”
Dropping the chain is almost as painful as pulling on it. When I drop it, with climbing onto the bed, my breasts fall forward and the chain tugs downward, a weight pulling my nipples down. But I don’t protest at all. I just start licking and sucking his cock. I love the taste of it. I love the feel of him in my mouth, down my throat.
“Oh yeah, that’s good, good girl,” he groans. He presses my head down onto his cock a bit, and I start to gag. He lets me up, and I take a deep breath before pressing him back down my throat. “Oh fuck,” he says, and I know he’s close to cumming, but he doesn’t want to do that yet. “Get on your hands and knees,” he tells me.
I know what he has in mind, and I turn so my ass is facing him. He presses his cock inside me, and starts to fuck me, gripping my hips and making my breasts bounce beneath me. I whimper.
“Chain in your mouth,” he tells me.
I use one hand to pull the chain back up into my mouth, wincing as my nipples get moved again.
“You can take the clamps off after you make me cum, pet.”
“Yes, Sir,” I say through gritted teeth around the chain. I move my hips the way I know he likes, and I hope that it will be enough to make it go quickly. But then again, I don’t want to take the clamps off. They’re going to hurt worse coming off. I know that. I am scared for how much they’re going to hurt. But I don’t have a choice. They obviously can’t stay on forever.
“Oh yeah, fuck,” he groans, and I feel his fingers dig into me. He cums faster than I expect, and I breathe heavily, gripping the chain in my teeth, my heart pounding in my chest. When his cock stops twitching, he pulls out, and lays back on the bed. “Do you want me to take them off, pet?”
I nod, even though it hurts, and even though I don’t want him to.
“Come here,” he says.
Carefully, I lay down next to him, my head on his shoulder. He wraps one arm around me so he can reach the clamp on my right side.
“Ready?”
“No,” I whisper, but he smiles down at me and I nod. He releases the clamp, and I scream. I’m not done screaming about that one when he pulls the other one off. But as he puts his lips around one sore nipple and gently swirls his tough around the bud, my screams turn to whimpers and then to moans.
“Are you ready for your reward, pet?”
“Yes, Master, thank you, Master,” I whisper, and his fingers expertly find my clit, and I know that the orgasm I am going to get will be well worth the pain, and the wait.
J R Vincente 