Get Up

He wanted me to get up and show him my new shoes by walking around the room.

“Get up,” he says, his tone firm.

I scootch from the middle of the bed, but it was not fast enough for Him.

“Get UP,” he repeats. “Oh, wait, perhaps you need some help?”

He reaches down his hands extended. I go to put my hands on his, but he slaps them away, and grabs my nipples. Lifting them high and not stopping, I find myself standing, then standing on tiptoe, then whimpering.

“Oh, you’re up. Okay then,” he says as he drops my tits.

About vanillamom

For 8 years--(EIGHT?!) nilla and M have been a D/s couple. I'm the "small s" side of that designation, as he often reminds me. I'm silly and prone to giggling at inopportune times. He's a wicked Sadist, who feeds me my drug of choice--pain. My brain is always spinning dirty and dark little fantasies, which I sometimes share with the world. Welcome to the nilla-verse. It's wet and slippery here...with a dragon or two lurking.
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6 Responses to Get Up

  1. abby says:

    ahhhh…..OUCH…ahhhhh….
    hugs abby

  2. Jz says:

    It’s no better when they use the entire boob…
    (don’t ask me how I know this) 🙂

  3. sofia says:

    Yikes and double yikes!! Just reading that hurts a little bit!! Ah, but it hurts so good…

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