“Don’t move,” He says.
“No, Sir,” i gasp. “i won’t move.”
i couldn’t move much anyhow. i’m kneeling, my hands bound with rope, fastened together behind my back. It is loose enough to be comfortable, tight enough that my hands are useless.
He is sitting on the couch, my right nipple in one hand, the evil cane- nipple clamp thing-y in the other. He made it himself, this torture device, with two thin carbon fiber canes and pieces of a straw.
A piece of straw in the middle holds the canes together, leaves them open at each end. He slides my right nipple between the two canes, slips another piece of straw on the end, like a cap.
My right nipple is effectively caught. The pain makes me whimper.
He begins to tug on the left nipple, stretching it. “We haven’t been doing this often enough, have we?” He says, smiling tenderly. “This nipple should already be hard, anticipating what’s coming.”
He tugs and pinches until it’s extended and hard, then slides it between the two canes at the other end. Caps it off with the straw.
They are kind of like this:
Only those are short, and you put one on each nipple. His is long and stretches across my chest from one nipple to the other.
More like this, only without the weights:
As i’m thinking about this, He attaches the other end, smushing my nipple between the rods, and i whimper as He closes the end.
He leans back, smiling. “There,” He says. “Very nice.”
My pussy throbs.
Hmmm yes, very nice. 🙂
Thanks Kitty… 🙂
aisha
ohhhhh… my mind’s wandering off imagining what that feels like.
Hi, FA,
Yeah, quite a feeling… 🙂
aisha
I believe those “weights” are bells.
Thanks, Sin, you’re probably right! Believe me, those clamps don’t need bells or weights either one.
aisha
Yummmm!!!!
@Faerie,
Yeah… 🙂
aisha
Looks like you left the Land of Vanilla
~faithful
Hi, Faithful,
Laughing… i did, didn’t i?
aisha
whoa…and a very effective use of the word “throb”, may I say?
coz goddess knows, it sure as hell made ME throb…
nilla
Hey, ‘Nilla,
Thank you, Ma’am, i’m glad you approve! And glad it resonated with you – so to speak.
🙂
aisha
Oh my, oh my, oh my… My brain went in about 8 different directions. Isn’t it amazing what they will think of? What they’ll pervert in the name of playtime?
Hi, Wordwytch,
No doubt!! Nothing is safe….
laughing,
aisha
No, nothing is. Not the hair ties, the bracelets, the spatula or cake server, the pencils or even the chopsticks.