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Playtime Playtime My arms were bound so tightly behind me that it forced my back to arch further, my nipples bared and vulnerable to him. His fingers were merciless, gripping tightly and slowly twisting, and I couldn’t look away from his face. Whimpering, gasping, arching myself further in search of some relief, and watching him delight in it. His eyes stormed with a delicious hunger that flooded my cunt with need. “Mmm, I have something new for you, my little slut. Would you like to see what it is?” With fresh pinches on my sensitive nipples, my “yes, Sir” spilled out in a wail. A malicious smile and he was gone. Only to return, armed with two clothes pegs. Sauntering towards me, he pressed them both open and released them with a loud . Fuck. “Arghhnononono oh god…” I tried to shift backward, away from his slow approach, but I was hemmed in by the back of the sofa. “Ohh you don’t want to try my new toys?” He crooned, his soft tone at odds with the wicked dance in his eyes. “That’s just too bad, because I want to hear the sounds you’ll make when these are clamped around those sensitive nipples.” “Ohfuckohfuck..” I whimpered, the terror and arousal flooding my senses in equal measure. He gave a noise of satisfaction and, pressing one wide open, reached out towards me. I couldn’t help but watch his slow advance, gasping and squirming and helpless to stop him. The two pincers poised around my nipple, he paused and then released. The pain spilled from my lips in incoherent moans as my back arched further, my face tipping to meet his gaze, pleasure-spun and smoldering, sparking my cunt with instant longing. “Oh so sexy, you are. Let’s do that again.” Eyes wide and fixed on the second clothes peg, he pressed it open and reached out once again. Struggling, trembling, yet my inner thighs glistened with arousal. He again paused once the pincers were in place. “This time, I think you should remember your manners.” “Wha-wh-what, Sir?” I gulped, my gaze still fixed on the clothes peg. “Manners, slut. Please and thank you, this time. Do you understand?” I groaned. “Fuckkkk yes, Sir.” “Mhm good. So, eyes on me, what do you say first?” Whimpering, I dragged my gaze up to his. My teeth sunk into my lip as I wordlessly begged him to have mercy. He smiled. “What do good sluts say when they want something?” Fuck, the thought of asking him made me burn with shame and yet squirm with need. My clit throbbed for his touch. I swallowed hard. “Pl-p-please, Sir.” His smile widened with delight. “Of course, my little slut.” And he released his hold, pain once again pooling my senses as I writhed and howled under him. “ThankyouthankyouthankyouSiraahhhoww..” My words unraveling under the rush. Excruciating and pleasure-spun and unbearable, and all I knew was how much more of it I wanted. So much more. chasingthedarkthings~  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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8/23/2018 10:25 am |
aliljaded, you have jumped the shark again. great post
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Yummy, I have such a nice variety of nipple claps and just love using them. [image]
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 Slave rick
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Clothes pins are nice but I prefer to use clover clamps on nipples after pumping them
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Lovely and Amazing "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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