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.
T is for Toys
I am one lucky person. I have a lot of sex toys from my previous relationship, and Richard had some before we got together, so our collection is of a reasonable size. We’re still finding more things we want to get and play with together, and it’s fun to fantasize, but also fun to live out. But I misplaced one of my favorite toys not too long ago, and we need to replace it. I haven’t found the exact type online, but there might be something even better out there. Time to do some research… The toy in question is featured in this story.
I walk into the grocery store, and my eyes dart around looking to see if anyone is looking at me funny. But no, no one is paying any attention to me. And why should they? I’m just a woman in my 30s, going grocery shopping on a Saturday. But what no one can see is that there are clamps on my nipples. I want to get in and get out as soon as I can, because every 20 minutes, I have to release the clamps. I am thankful that Master wants me to be safe, but going into the bathroom, releasing the clamps, and then having to put them back on is torture. But he also gave me a long list of items, and a budget, so I have to be quick and pay attention to what I’m doing, which is hard with my clit pulsing with excitement and my nipples screaming in pain.
I push my cart gingerly, and try not to accidentally brush my arm across my nipples as I get things off the shelves. I am about halfway done with my list when I get a text from Master. “Go to the bathroom and play with your clit until you’re about to cum.”
I try not to sigh out loud. That’s going to be so hard. I look at the timer running, and see that I only have five more minutes until the clamps need to come off anyway. At least the timing lines up?
I find the restroom at the front of the store and leave my cart outside while I slip into a stall. Thankfully, there’s no one else in there. At least, not yet. I pull my pants and panties down and start to play with my clit. It feels like a matter of seconds until I’m ready to cum, but I know I don’t have permission to do that. He just wants me to tease myself. I play with my clit as much as I can before my orgasm is iminent and then I stop. My breath is quick and hard when I hear the door to the bathroom open. Shit.
I pull my pants up and turn around. I need to do something with these clamps yet. I pull up my shirt and then pull down my bra so my breasts are exposed. The metal glints in the bright lighting of the bathroom. I release the tension on the screws holding the clamps on and let them fall into my bra. I gently massage my nipples, which are so sore already. The blood flows back into them, and that hurts more. They’re so tender, but I can’t help but pinch them lightly as I massage them. The pain feels good. Fuck I am so desperate to cum. I’ve never done it, but it feels like I could cum just from playing with my nipples long enough.
I take a deep breath and put the clamps back on. The first few seconds are the worst. I try really hard not to cry out when I do, and I mostly succeed. I hear a toilet flush, and then the water comes on while someone else washes their hands. Only when I hear the door open and close do I come out of the stall. I adjust my bra in the mirror, making sure my nipple clamps are well hidden beneath my bra and shirt. I look put together again, so I wash my hands, and head back out to finish my shopping. Damn I can’t wait to go home.
J R Vincente 