Image – Petter Hegre
That moment when the nipple clamps go on, there’s something almost sacred about it, isn’t there? It’s almost holy. Like a religious ritual. It’s an offering. A sign of my devotion. My tender succulent nipples – my sexuality, my most erotic and sensual parts – held painfully captive in clamps of cold steel.
Just like the collar, nipple clamps are a symbol of surrender and ownership. But it’s the deliberate cruelty of the clamps that makes them so arousing to me. I like the collar but I feel much more “owned” – in the slave sense – with my nipples firmly clamped.
It’s a moment that’s important to me. I relish it. I actually prefer it done in silence whenever possible. I’d like to think there was a reverence about it. Maybe that’s me being a bit pretentious but it’s my submission- my gift – after all. I am now become your possession. Your slave. My body, through my nipples, held captive and chained to you. By pain and pleasure; this is how you will lead me. And how I will live for you.
Isn’t that worth a little reverence? It’s precious. Speak and that magic spell may well be broken.
And, after all, I’m worth it.
Image – author unkown
I was kneeling by the side of the bed with my hands behind my back. Cherice, my keeper, was sitting on the bed in front of me. She carefully placed the first clamp on my right nipple. She took the nipple firmly between thumb and forefinger and pulled it out toward her, slipping the clamp behind onto the areola. In that way most of the nipple was protruding between the clamp’s tight metal jaws.
She scratched the tip of the nipple with her fingernail and I breathed in sharply. I absolutely adore this moment. The nipple was trapped. It felt enormous.The clamp’s bite was firm and tenacious, invigorating and immensely arousing. I could feel my heart pounding. The adrenaline was rushing through me. My pussy was oozing in sweet syrupy anticipation. It’s like nothing else. God I feel so alive.
She yanked on it a couple of times to check it was firmly in place. I let out a little gasp and she smiled. I felt my breast yield to her as she pulled. There was a mild buzzing kind of ache already.
She attached the second clamp in the same way and fastened both to a chain. The throbbing from my nipples sent a tingling warm glow through my breasts and all the way down to my pussy. My nipples were hot, prickling, they felt so sensitive. So naked. I love this. I was hers now. Physically. Yes absolutely. My body. Wholly hers. My fate in her hands. She had me by the nipples. She had me on a lead. Like an animal. What was she going to do with me? Cherice could be so cruel at times. My poor tender nipples. How was she going to torture me? Prick them. Scratch them. Yank at them until I start begging. Mmmm yes, feel the pain.
Only it isn’t pain is it? It’s something beyond it. Glorious and liberating.
She pulled harder on the chain and the jaws tightened. A delicious sharp burning wrenching feeling. Like a en electric shock in slow motion. I gasped and closed my eyes. She pulled until the chain was taut. I moaned out loud. It was too much to bear. I opened my eyes again and looked down at my breasts and saw my two enormous nipples stretched out in front of me, trapped in the vicious canine clutch of two ravenous little metal monsters.
Unbearably aroused. I stared up at her. She was still smiling
“The look on your face now. Wow. That is such a turn-on. You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you? Have you ever cum just from your nipples alone?”
As a matter of fact I have. I’d learnt in my early teens that my nipples were super sensitive and as a 14-year-old still in the midst of exploring all the pleasures my body contained I could quite often lead myself into a gasping messy heap of zoned out sexual ecstasy just by flicking and scratching at my nipples. I could do it for hours. I’d lie in bed at night with my fingers scratching and squeezing and fantasizing about having them sucked and bitten by – in no particular order or combination – Eminem, Beyonce, Johnny Depp, Will Smith and various members of the Pussycat Dolls, whose photos and posters I had on the wall opposite the bed. I imagined them sharing me, taking me in turns, one after the other, devouring me whole. They were insatiable. They wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t get enough of me. Especially Eminem. But maybe that’s another fantasy for another day.
I remember the first pair of nipple clamps I ever had. When I took them out of the box I was trembling I was so hot. I’d put them on and stare at myself in front of the bedroom mirror for hours. I was so turned on just looking at myself. Imagining myself being owned. A slave. I’d been fascinated by them ever since I discovered them online. I was still pretty young I guess. Mid teens. For ages it was my favourite kind of porn. Guys, girls, whichever. As longs as their nipples were clamped, that was the important thing. I so wanted to be them. Be the (very willing) victim of another’s cruel lust.
And for me the nipple “orgasm” exists as a thing in itself. It’s a weird floaty, light as air thing. Like a kind of sugar high. My whole body feels enormous and my pussy whirs and thrums and goes “Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” like it’s found some kind of secret meditation mantra and is entering into a state of pussy nirvana all by itself – that is on the edge of cumming but not quite cumming.
The highway to pussy nirvana starts at the nipples. I’m sure of it. For me anyway.
Image – author unknown
“Hmm. In that case,” Cherice said, as if reading my thoughts, “I think we’ll have to clamp that greedy oversexed cunt of yours too.”
She started fingering my labia and clit. Bliss. Fuck, do whatever you want to me just don’t stop doing that.
Her fingers entered me deeper. “Wow. You’re so wet,” she said. “Yes. Clamps here too. Definitely. We need a balance. Some kind of check. We don’t want you getting too excited before Marcus gets here. And it’ll look good too.”
Although I love having my nipples clamped I must confess I’m not so keen on it down there. I can’t cum so easily like that. Maybe that’s why she was doing it. Because I was definitely getting close to the edge right now.
“Yes I think so, don’t you? Let’s show Marcus how tough you are. How much you will endure for his cock. You want that cock, don’t you? I’ve seen you looking at him.” She tugged at my nipples and I gasped.
”You are greedy little cunt, aren’t you? But some things have to be earned.”
She leant down and carefully attached the clamps. First to one labia then to the other. I closed my eyes. A hot wave of pain shot up through me. Through my ass and up my belly. I felt everything tighten. But it was nothing I couldn’t handle though.
Then she connected all four clamps together by the chain. She pulled until they were just tight enough and then fastened them with a clip so they stayed taut. When I breathed in I could feel all four clamps pulling and biting into me. It hurt. My nipples pleasurable so – there was that fizzy ebullient feeling I loved. But my cunt was already burning hot. The bite of the clamps on the tender strips of flesh was especially cruel and vicious. It was like they were gnawing into me with really sharp teeth. I closed my eyes. I felt massively turned on. And what she said about “enduring” for him. Yes I wanted that. I wanted it to hurt. I wanted to show him how good I was. His cock was long and beautiful and luscious and she was right, I had been lusting after it all week. Yes. I wanted to earn it. Earn him. All the whippings and the humiliations I’ve endured since I got here. I was due for my reward. Is that so bad?
“Good girl. Let’s see how long you can keep still. I’ve got some stuff to prepare for Marcus so I’m gonna leave you like this for a while. Keep absolutely still. Remember, you are nothing but furniture. An erotic ornament, a staue for him to admire when he gets here. If the pain really starts to bite into you, just put up with it and think of his big cock inside you. What’s that thing they always say in the gym? No pain no gain? There you are. You are the kneeling nipple clamped proof of it. He wants you like this. He told me so. Suffering for him. A work of art whose beauty lies in its suffering. That’s what you are.”
She laughed. “And only his cock will save you.”
Image – Jan Saudek
Marcus is Cherice’s partner. My other keeper. He’s a kind of personal trainer. He’s in charge of my diet and physical training. Apart from discipline and obedience, physical fitness is also of paramount importance in this place. Much of what is demanded of me requires strength and stamina. Physical and mental. I need to be in peak condition at all times and ready for whatever might be asked of me. And Marcus – a tall gorgeous ebony-skinned athlete with one of the tastiest and lustiest cocks I’ve ever seen – was in charge of drilling me.
And yes the pun is intended.
And yes he is very strict with me.
And yes I absolutely adore him for it.
“He’ll make a woman of you,” Cherice had said in that cheery way she has whenever she is explaining anything to me.
“Whereas,” she patted my pussy and said in a tone of mock earnestness, “I’m just here to attend to your physical, emotional and womanly needs.”
She laughed, “And here that means making sure you’re always happy, hot and ready for fucking.”
The keepers are like intermediaries. They look after me and make sure I’m where I have to be and know what is expected of me. They also act as scene supervisors. I am never left on my own with a group of guests and they can step in if anyone starts to get too weird with me. Though later on, of course, that may not be the case.
Marcus is a man of very few words. Taciturn and distant, he barks orders at me in the gym but there is an air of composure and quiet control about him which really turns me on. He would be a fantastic Dom. A true Master. And I am happily becoming his devotee. He has on occasion been cruel and sadistic with me – he whips me sometimes while I’m jogging on the machine for no reason, other than maybe to encourage me, and one time, just after I’d come out of the pool, he whipped my breasts and pussy while making me hold some weights above my head. I don’t know why. Maybe my times were too slow or maybe he just felt like it. Sometimes I think it’s a kind of zen thing with him. He flogs me to keep me on my toes. To keep me in the here and now. But I’d expected to get whippings anyway. It’s part of the training. And I like it too. Especially on my breasts.
And he’s really excellent with the whip. A real turn-on. His lithe body is extremely graceful – especially when he’s naked – and I love watching him as he whips me. He knows how to vary the lashes and keep me on the edge too. He’s an artist. I think there is a lot of artistry in a good whipping. You know, making it last, making me want it more. Getting my body to respond in the way he wants. The whole dance of the whip thing.
But there is never any abuse. Or malice. He does only what is necessary to make me what I need to be. And so it goes without saying I feel fantastically attracted to him, what with that perfectly sculpted body; evidently also the product of many hard and long hours in the gym.
And yes, I have seen his long dark succulent cock and I am really dying to taste it. He hasn’t fucked me yet but I know it’s coming. And I can’t wait. Yes, my reward? Oh absolutely.
Cherice on the other hand always seems to be laughing. She never stops talking and will chat away to me even though I am not allowed to answer her. She strikes me as one of those people who live life for the moment and very much to the full. She always appears to be thoroughly enjoying herself whatever she is doing. She really gives the impression that there is nowhere else she’d rather be, anything else she’d rather be doing, or anyone she’d rather be with. And I love her for that. She makes me feel special. And she knows how to fuck me like no other woman can.
Like me she is super sensual and seems to have a kind of sixth sense for how to turn me on. It’s as if she knows me better than I know myself. She quickly discovered my body’s esoteric workings and also all my weaknesses. She explores me keenly, like a child with a new game or toy. She delights in finding all my pain / pleasure buttons and pressing them all, sometimes all at once, turning them up to max just to see what will happen. Once she’s seen how I react she brings me down and starts all over again.
Both of them are superb dominants. And my submission to them is willing and total.
Image – Author unknown
The clamps were pulling hard on my labia now and I felt like my cunt was on fire. Just then I heard footsteps outside in the hall and looked up. It was Marcus. There was another guy with him. Taller than Marcus, same age and similar build but with very broad shoulders. He was naked. I have no idea why. I looked down.
My God, his cock…
Although not erect, the trunk was extensive, very long, thick and extremely succulent looking. It was dark. So dark, it shone like the night. And seemed to hold all the promise of it too. It was gorgeous. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I immediately sat up straight. The pain from the clamps was acute but there was something else on my mind now. Two guys. Both with extraordinarily attractive cocks. I saw how this might play out and suddenly felt amazingly turned on. Suddenly there was no pain at all. The promise of what was to come had obliterated it entirely.
“Well, well. So this is the one.”
The tall guy came over and stood in front of me, his cock inches from my mouth. I could see the veins. It looked so full. So muscular. So alive.
Marcus said, “Yeah. She’s a beauty isn’t she?”
He was standing behind me, stroking my hair.
“How did you wrangle it? All the guys are jealous. Do you know how long the queue is for her?”
“Of course I know, Lucas. And she’s been noticed upstairs too. Really positive feedback. The guests are giving her super high approval ratings There are big plans for her. Enjoy her while you can. She is going to be very much in demand soon.”
“Well you owed me one.”
“Hi guys.” Cherice walked in from the bathroom. “So, Lucas, you’ve finally met our prize slut.”
“Hi Cherice. Yeah. I was just saying how jealous we all are of you two.”
Marcus threw his shorts on the floor by the bed and said, “Yeah. She’s getting to be famous. By the way, Cherice, there’s a meeting planned for tomorrow at midday. Upstairs in the boardroom. She is to be displayed. Ornament or furniture I think. So status is still “0” but if she bears up well that may change.”
“OK. Cool. I’ll get her ready in time.”
Cherice threw herself on the bed. “I get to watch now, right?”
Marcus laughed. “Sure. Anything you want, sweetheart.”
“Does that include a little guy on guy?”
She was laughing but I could tell she was serious.
“Sure, honey. Mix and match. Whatever. It’s all cool by me.”
He reached over and slapped Lucas’ naked ass. “Ain’t that right bro’?”
They continued chatting. I suddenly felt enormously hot. Aroused beyond belief. I had no idea what was going to happen now but whatever happened I knew I was going to be at the center of it and I felt almost euphoric.
Meanwhile, Lucas’ gorgeous dark cock was still dangling only inches from my lips. It was all I could do to restrain myself from leaning forward and kissing it.
“She sure looks hot in those clamps.” Lucas leaned down to me, “Hey baby I bet you’re thirsty.”
He took his cock in his right hand and stroked it. It stiffened and he said, “Open wide”
I opened my mouth to receive him. The tip was wet and succulent. I loved the hard bony texture of it and the feel of the soft skin on my tongue. I closed my lips round the rim and began to draw firmly on it. Behind me Marcus was tucking my hair behind my shoulders. I could feel his hard wet cock pressed against my back. Then he moved to the side of me and took my right hand and lifted it to his cock. I placed my fingers around the trunk and started to pull on him.
Both of them now. At the same time. I was finding it difficult to concentrate. I massaged Marcus’ cock as best I could but the one inside my mouth felt so smooth and tasty, I just wanted to concentrate on that. Wriggle my tongue around the juicy tip. Lick it. Flick it. Suck on it. Tease him. I love cock so much. And I know how much they love what I’m doing. This is what they all fantasize about. All of them. And I know I’m good at it.
“That’s nice, honey. Mmmm.” He moaned quietly. “Yeah. She’s a natural.”
He held me by the back of my head and pushed the trunk further into me. I stayed absolutely calm. Passive. I wouldn’t gag. I’d done this a hundred times or more. No problem. The cock penetrated softly and reached the back of my throat. I remained absolutely passive. It was like my throat had gone all elastic and just knew what to do. I was born for this. It felt enormous inside me but I knew my throat would just wrap itself around it.
Fuck, it felt really good. I was really enjoying it. We got a rhythm going. Pulling on Marcus’ cock and sucking on Lucas. I wondered if Cherice would come over and find a use for my still free left hand. I guessed she was enjoying the show from the bed. I wondered if I could get both guys to cum at the same time. Maybe not. Judging by the sounds Lucas was making he was getting close. I wanted him to cum inside me. Push it deeper now. Hard. Please cum for me. Faster. I want to feel you bursting inside me. Moan for me. I know you love it.
I sensed a movement above me and looked up. Lucas’ arm was stroking Marcus’ shoulder. They were kissing. I looked over at the bed. I couldn’t see Cherice properly. Lucas was in the way. But I could see her legs and midriff. Her hand was making a circular motion at her pussy. I felt even more tuned on and desperately wanted to cum. Wow. The three of them. With me at the center. I drew harder on Lucas’ cock and redoubled my efforts with Marcus. I wanted them all cumming. All cumming at the same time. Cumming for me.
But no, suddenly Lucas pulled all the way out and before I knew what was happening he was cumming on my face. I kept my mouth open and my eyes closed and he sprayed me all over. There was a lot. He just kept on cumming and cumming. Some of it went on my tongue and I quickly swallowed it. The rest ran down my cheeks onto my breasts. Apart from my hand still working on Marcus’ cock I stayed absolutely still until he’d finished.
“Oh wow, she’s good.”
Just then Marcus slapped my wrist away from his cock and moved back behind me. He shoved me forward onto the bed. As I fell the clamps were yanked off my nipples and there was a sudden extraordinary blast of pain and I couldn’t help but yelp.
“Shut up and spread your legs.”
Marcus removed the chain from under me and tossed the clamps at Cherice who was laughing.
“These are beautiful but they just get in the way now.”
Cherice laughed and reached forward across the bed pulling my arms in front of me.
“I think she needs to be spanked, boys. Spank her for me, will you?”
She held me tightly by the wrists. I glanced up at her. There was that smile again. She kissed me on the forehead and whispered into my ear, “Do you know how much I envy you right now?”
Marcus gave my ass the palm of his hand. Hot scorching blows on both buttocks. Really fast and hard. Relentless. No pausing for breath. God he was like a machine. Cherice leaned onto me and kissed me as I yelped and gasped. When my ass was raw red and hot I felt his hands clutching at my stinging buttocks and, with very little in the way of preliminaries, he drove his bulging wet cock into me with just a couple of thrusts. There was the mild burning, stinging sensation at my hole but I actually like that. He pumped me very quickly. Like he’d been waiting for this for a long time. He came very quickly. I was surprised and kind of disappointed at how soon. I felt my pussy pressing hungrily up against the side of the bed. I wanted to cum but I needed to be pounded much longer and harder.
Then, with Cherice still holding me down by the wrists – something I loved and which was really turning me on massively by the way – Marcus moved away and let Lucas take up position behind me.
Wow. He was still hard. Still ready for more. I was amazed and incredibly aroused by his evident potency. His cock slid in easily and he rammed me with even more violence than Marcus. Yes. This is what I need. Take me. Be brutal. He hammered me with a rhythm that was incessant, precise and incredibly powerful and my pussy responded in waves of excruciatingly tingly hot bliss.
But he came quickly too. Too quickly. I was still wanting more.
Then everything seemed to go into overdrive. Marcus moved back behind me and suddenly I felt an almost unbearable sense of elation. He wanted more too. Wow. They couldn’t get enough of me. They weren’t going to stop. One after the other. They were taking turns. Sharing me. These guys were pros. Young athletes. Their bodies hard, perfectly designed machines. There was no limit to how far they could go or how long they could fuck me.
Marcus was slower this time. Less urgent. The first time was all hunger and need. This was more about enjoying the ride. Taking pleasure in me. He put his hand around my neck and squeezed. He pounded me slow and easy and there was a kind of shuffle rhythm that he maintained throughout. That just drove me crazy and the pressure on my pussy was now approaching the point of detonation.
But still he came too soon. And he withdrew. God please more. And then Lucas was back again. He turned me over onto my back. Cherice was still holding my wrists. Oh fuck yes. I looked down and saw his long cock burrowing deep into me. Then he rammed me like a fucking piston. Just fucking relentless. Brutal and monstrous. He was slamming me so hard I was screaming. God please. Don’t stop. Yes yes yes fuck yes
And so the night continued. Later I think some other keepers turned up and took turns with me as well. I’m afraid I can’t remember much with any clarity. I was slapped, spanked, fucked, I did whatever they wanted. There were games too. I remember Cherice had me stand in the middle of the room with my arms up and told two or three guys to walk around me naked and whip me as fast as they could. But I don’t recall anything much after that.
I turned off my mind and lost myself to the utter sensual bliss of being a passive physical object. Of being a consciousness joyfully inhabiting a physical body that felt all the pleasure and pain of being alive.
I was free.
To fuck and be fucked. Yes.
Fucked out of my body. Fucked out of my mind. Fucked out of this world and into the next.
Fucked until there was nothing left.
Just as Cherice had promised.