My nipples ached, pulled and pinched as they were in metal clamps, mercilessly tormented by a man I never seen, but whose stories I read and begged him to become my Master and now I am his little slave slut in the middle of our first session of cyber bondage and my voice always a little high is making shrill noises of pain and suffering as my nipples bear the brunt of my torment and yet mixed in are the sounds of animal pleasure, caused by the stimulation of my absolutely soaked pussy.  I must make quite I site I realize standing on my toes, in front of my closet, my nipples simultaneously crushed and stretched beyond anything I have experienced before my whole room smelling of my hot womanly scent the liquid of which was working its way down my thighs.

 

Perhaps I should explain about myself.  I am a 19 year-old college student and involved in a long distance relationship that allows me only a few days a year to get fucked.  Needless to say I spend a lot of time masturbating and in a search for some type of satisfaction, I’ve turned to my fantasies of BDSM to maintain my arousal.  I’ve had some of the best climaxes of my life in my fantasies of nipple torment.  My favorite has been a recurring idea for years and in it I imagine being alive back in the old fashioned puritan days and for some minor offense I an sentenced to the town stocks.  I always picture them in a different way than you might think.  In my mind I am made to strip naked my hands tied behind my back forcing my breast to jut outward for all to see and then I am led naked and exposed throughout the entire town to the town center where they is a special stock just for women.  There is a seat and built into the seat is a huge wooden phallus, blacked from the thick axle grease used to condition and lubricate it before each woman.  As I watch the massive organ is smeared with the tarry lubricant and the two male executioners – at least that is how I view them guide me over to it.  Then placing one arm behind my back and the other under each thigh they lift me up and line up my tiny female opening with the huge wooden cock and then violently shove me down fully impaling me, the huge girth making me scream in pain as it violates my very tight passage.  Then a horizontal stock in lowered securing my hands and neck upright so I appear like a perpetual robbery victim with my hands raised upright.  Finally a smaller stock is slid in front of my chest carefully selected from a variety of available sizes the round openings chosen so that they will be just a little too small for my full breasts and my tender tissue is forced into the opening as the top closes crushing my breasts and forcing them obscenely outward in an exaggerated posture, as if they were being offered to the crowd that surrounds me jeering and mocking me.  By now my breath is coming in ragged gulps and my body covered in perspiration as my tits slowly turn purple.  Finally two huge spring loaded clamps are placed on my nipples crushing them as I scream and scream in pain and pleasure displayed for all the world to see as I suffer and climax over and over like the wicked little whore I am.  Worst is that fact that displaced as I am I can be touched, tortured of abused in anyway my fellow townspeople wish.

 

When I first read my master’s stories they had this same fine quality of suffering and pleasure and I begged him to be my Master even if only long distance and he agreed, but only if our long distance relationship would eventually move on to an in-person encounter.  He understood even if I didn’t that what appeals in fantasy, does not always arouse in reality.  Today my first session is mild by the terms of my fantasies, but my Master wanted me to enjoy my first real time. 

 

I am to take some clothes pins and slowly place four of them on the areolas of my nipples one on each side like the four points of the compass and then leave them in place while I masturbate for ten minutes seeing if I can overcome and pain and climax. 

 

It was a lot harder than I thought but I came once, almost running out of time first.  I removed the pins wondering at the new pain, sharp and acute as the blood found my damaged tissues.  I look at the page I’d printed with my Master’s commands.  Next I am to place on pin on each nipple and masturbate by hand until I am ready to cum and them as I cum, I am to pull them off the tips of my nipples NOT releasing the pressure.  He wrote: THIS WILL HURT SIGNIFICANTLY MY PET.  PLEASE SUFFER FOR THE LOVE YOU HAVE FOR ME. I WANT TO HEAR YOUR CRIES OF PAIN AND PLEASURE!

 

I work and work at my climax but they thought of the pain at my peak inhibits me.  As my ten minutes are running out I resort to placing a finger up my asshole, fucking my tightest passage and soon I am over the edge climaxing letting out a small shriek as my sensitive tits are pinched brutally by the releasing pins.  I gasp as my body continues to ride to waves of my shattering orgasm now somehow linked, in fact enhanced by the sharp pain in my ultra-responsive nipples.

 

I am surprised to see my chest coated in perspiration, my nipples glistening in the light as I looked at my Master’s last instruction for the day.  Quickly I gather the material he asked for – somehow he knows intuitively what I have in hand and is skilled as using common household items as bondage tools.  Soon  I have placed an empty hanger in the clothes rod and then hooked the skirt hanger to the empty hanger so that it can hang down level with my nipples.  I slide the stiff metal clamps usually used to hold my leather skirt until they line up with my nipples although I find I am just a fraction of an inch to short so I will have to stand on tip toe if I do not want my nipples stretched too far.  Then I set my timer for ten minutes and I place my favorite pink vibrator in my mouth and getting in position I open the first clamp and place it on my left nipple.  The pain as I release the metal clamp is much stronger than the clothespins and I suck in my breath and try to get the other clamp on before I lose my nerve.  When it is in place both my nipples are crushed buy a strong metal clamp and any movement I make results in them being brutally pulled on by the hanger.  I grab the vibrator desperate to do anything to take my mind off my tormented nipples and standing on my tiptoes I reach the vibrator on my clit.

 

I completely shocked myself by climaxing just moments after making contact and the ten minutes dissolve into a flurry of climaxing over and over as my Master’s control over me forcing me to cum again and again for him.  It is with positive sadness that the timer ends my sexual torture, but the Master was blunt that I had to obey his time restraints to avoid tissue damage on parts he wanted for his pleasure. 

 

So I lay here exhausted and wondering what can be done to me next.  I never cum more than twice at a time and tonight it must have been six or eight times.  Please Master, don’t make me wait long for my next session.

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