1. The Meeting


    Date: 7/10/2015, Categories: Anal, BDSM, Hardcore, Author: amabarrettsub, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    comment you turned back to the table, removing a candle I hadn’t noticed earlier from its surface. Smiling slightly at the sudden relief on my face you lit the wick, placing it back down to repeat the process with another. One red, one white, two fat pillars with pits in the center from apparent previous use. The smell of hot wax slowly wafted through the air as the flames grew, dancing against the darkness. I gazed at them, transfixed as they flickered, expectation causing my chest to tighten. Another kink I had always wanted to explore, coming true. With my attention focused on the candles, you took this time to walk around me, hands lightly tracing as you moved. I vaguely recall registering that you stopped near my head, hands reaching down to cup and massage my breasts, stroking already sensitive flesh, lightly pinching each nipple in turn. I gasped and struggled to pull away—they were more than a bit tender—but the straps kept me stationary. I had no choice but to endure. I bit my lip, trying not to pant or groan, not wanting to give you the satisfaction. Of course you already knew how torturous this was for me, but I was stubborn enough to try to keep my silence. I didn’t last as long as I would have liked. The squeezing and fondling in turn made my nipples ache and throb, becoming increasingly more agonizing each time. It was just too much to bear. I broke. “Please!” I deplored the whiney tone of my voice, the sound of unshed tears. Even more, I hated showing my ...
    weakness. I felt your hands relax, massaging again, almost consoling. “Does slut want more?” Your tone was light but I noted the heavy undercurrent. You were already in the zone, full-Dominant mode. “Sir, please stop! I can’t…anymore. Please!” You continued stroking, unwilling to give up your game so easily. I had a recollection at the time of something you had said when I had protested a task; it did not matter if it was fair. If my Dom wanted me to suffer, then I would. And so I did, frequently. But usually not like this. I closed my eyes in misery. “Perhaps slut would like a choice. Hmm?” More caresses, with sporadic pinches that caused fresh tears to form, sliding down my cheeks. “Sir please just stop, it’s too much.” Your hands stilled, heavy and warm. “Would slut like to safeword?” I bit my lip again. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted, except that I did not want to stop everything. Just the nipple play. I was too aroused, to excited to see what else you had in store for me. I shook my head no, indicating that I wasn’t quite ready to give in. A tremor went through my body as I felt your hands leave my skin and, despite the presumed end of my torture, I felt a slight sense of loss. “Slut will have two choices. Option one, slut will wear alligator clips on both nipples. The teeth, digging into such sensitive, aching flesh….” Your voice trailed away, leaving me to contemplate cold bite of clamps on my tender tissue. “Or, she can chose option two. Slut can instead have her nipples ...
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