Mid-afternoon, after being tickle-tortured, and spanked in equal measure…after being nearly drunk on pain and lust…after all of that, came the Wall.
Blindfolded, hands cuffed behind my back, i was helpless to stop the inexorable slip of the clamps from the edge of my nipple.
i’m still not certain whether He planned for this to happen, but, as He’s told me before…He does nothing with me “by accident”.
And there was a clue in the somewhat insincere voice He used each time the clamp came off.
“oh, nilla, did that come off again? Gee, that must’ve hurt, huh?”
There i was, dancing with the pain of both nipples…one from the incredible pinch as the clamp s l i d off the teeny nubbin of flesh it was gripping…the other from suddenly bearing the full weight of both clamps and the weights.
Yes Master. It fucking damn well hurt!!!
It was painful, oh so incredibly pinpointed, this pain….and yet….
It made me feel so….submissive, so very owned, so very His to play with as He chose.
And it was incredibly erotic.
After a few “pop-offs” He came up with an “idea” to help the clamps stay on….and stay they did…