Disturbing things

His hand was wrapped around a breast causing the strangest sensation. It pushes the breast tissue forward and makes the nipple stretch and flatten out. Rubbing an experimental finger over the nipple and giving it a tweak one found it had very little feeling. It's like the nipple loses all sensation one naively commented.

He of course took that as a challenge... needless to say he won.

I'd like to try this with a belt or rope instead of my hand He commented. See if we can make them go purple...

Whimpers quietly

Two little pigs

We were sitting down watching a documentary about the BBC's Radiophonic Workshop (probably most famous for creating the theme music for Dr Who) when He said your breasts are on the play list.

What do you mean?

Look He said, rewinding to the right place. There! Pinky and Perky.

See many years ago the ex named the breasts Pinky and Perky. It was the first and only time any body part has ever had a pet name. She later amended it to Sir Pinkus and Sir Perkus as they grew much bigger, but in their youth they were Pinkie and Perky. And there they were on the screen... their names up in lights so to speak

Huh maybe she named them after some show she saw or heard as a child. The names may have stuck in the subconscious. So off one scampered to the computer to look it up and sure enough there they were. It seems it was a BBC children's program...

Pinky and Perky were named after two animated pigs...

It seems strangely appropriate J

Thursday turned out...

To be a day of rest... cough, cough. In fact the only one who got any real rest was the arse and even its day ended... well we will get to that. See we had plans; hairdressers, meals, scuttling around and a water bottle. Err... that last one was for the arse. That was the plan... a plan that, might one add, went to hell in a hand basket... and one is still a little hazy about how.

Anyway dutifully fronting up to bed at about 7pm for the planned festivities, involving the aforementioned arse and a water bottle, one found Him looking almost past the point of no return. This diet is kicking His arse with a vengeance.  So we settled for some good old fashioned nipple pinchers, mutual masturbation and a little anal without lube. It seems that the past few days have paid dividends after all.

In fact as one lay there arse up masturbating, as He came in it in great gushing, pulsating waves which felt wonderful, he withdrew and slapped the Njoy back in. And then proceeded to deliver a few walloping blows to one's arse. Frankly one was too far gone to notice any real pain, but the sensation was divine. Probably due to the cheeks being stretched and relaxed at the same time the sensation rolled along the skin like a vibration and ran up along the Njoy. It turned the plug into a large tuning fork and sent one crashing over the edge into a massive orgasm...

As a matter of fact as one sits here writing this with the plug still firmly in place one can still feel a tingly glow...

Along with an overwhelming desire for a naughty and nonexistent snack groans

MEO twist n suck

Carefully tucked in an order was a box of these... in six sizes no less.

 The pros:

• There is something for everyone
• They come ranging from nipple sized to you could probably get most of a breast in there sized
• They have a very good grip
• You can tighten them unmercifully if you are feeling mean

The cons:

• They can be tightened unmercifully... those fuckers can hurt in the right wrong hands
• Probably should have been called the lick, twist n suck as you need moisture to form a seal

He tried these out while one was incapacitated yesterday... the vile beast! They are an interesting sensation and had one not been tied up at the time there might have been time to explore them further... rather than being distracted by Him. The body really can only focus on one type of pain at a time... glares pointedly at a certain someone. If you like nipple/ breast torture though these are a handy things to have round the house J

Things to put in your stocking

It is no secret that we like fossicking around in hardware stores more than some. This is strange 'cos only one of us is what you would describe as handy. The thing is though that the other one of us has a good eye for practical applications of the things you can find in there. So the other week when we went to check out the new hardware chain a couple of these slipped into the shopping.

Today we tried them out and made a couple of interesting discoveries...

The implement:

These (for those that don't do tools) are a pair of curved jaw locking pliers. In this case they are miniature versions, about two dollars each and the size of the palm of your hand. He saw them and thought that they would make nifty nipple clamps. See the trouble with nipple clamps normally is that there is always a small issue with them. They are too bitey from the get go, not bitey enough, too fiddly, come off too easily, are a bastard to remove... you are getting the idea.

The pros:

• They stay on
• The level of bite can be adjusted
• They are easy to adjust
• Quick release

The cons:

• There aren't any...

Honestly they are perfect. In fact one would go as far as saying they make the best nipple clamps ever and certainly the cheapest. Even when He was slowly fucking one small slave and pulling on these with a less than gentle hand they didn't come off. He was as pleased as punch with them. The nipples were too... though frankly they may not be so thrilled later on when the endorphins toddle off back home J

All shiny and new

The day started innocently enough. Meet a friend of a friend for brunch... which turned into lunch, two cafes, three coffees, three sex shops and a pair of these amongst other things. They are magnetic nipple pinchers and come in three strengths; bitey, very bitey and extremely bitey. A quick trip into the changing room lead one to the very bitey option. 

After dropping our new friend off at his place, he refused the offer of joining us for sushi, we drove home via some dinner. It was that or get stuck in traffic so we chose the path of least resistance. Obviously confronted with choices like that, wending our way home slowly is a more attractive option. Well that was our excuse...

Home later He decided to try out some of his new toys... the arm binders (which are a lot quicker than the full leather ones on the profile pic) were popped on along with the nipple pinchers and He proceeded to try out the candles. Have to say that the candles are going to be returned to in summer. In winter here at the moment the sensation of hot wax being dropped on goose bumpy flesh was not that much of a turn on. In summer though one suspects they could be a lot of fun... though maybe not on the parts He wants to try them on L

Returning to the bed He decided to practise a little nipple torture. For the record nipples are very adaptive things. They will callous up with wear and tear; it is how nursing mothers cope with the constant use. It has been a long time since we did any of this kind of stuff. So when He took off the magnetic ones and replaced them with the new black clover clamps he experienced something new.

It was the sound of one really begging and pleading for release. Not just the polite noises one makes when told to, but the real sound. You know one suspects He enjoyed it... it was a while before he removed them. And then He went to use them again, in what can only be described as a threatening manner.

Putting the magnetic ones back on, one was ordered into the position. Flipping over the pinchers, which are heavy, came into their own. They bit and stayed on with a tenacity that was rather more scary than erotic. In fact they stayed on with the ferocity of a pit bull... and no amount of squirming got them off.

In the end it was easier to just stay very still while He administered a long and very slow arse fucking. There were moments there where He was barely moving and all one could do was stay very still and just sit on all the pain. He would speed up into quick short strokes and then move back into deep ones where he hardly moved. In the end one came with a long scream into the pillow while frantically trying to get the pinchers off before the endorphin levels dropped to a level where one could actually feel how bad it was.

Lying there afterwards one enquired where the fabled aftercare was... the stuff where He scampers off like a St Bernard and comes back bearing chocolate, drinkies and warm blankies. He pointed to the doona and said you have some chocolate fish in the cupboard... oh and get me a drink while you are up. Sighs one just doesn't think He gets this stuff at all sometimes... and all the while that little voice was going fuck that is going to hurt tomorrow.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon...

It is not really Sunday, but it is our Sunday in that it is the second day off for us. We have some treasured rituals... gym, grocery shopping, second breakfast, sacking out in front of the TV, sex and a snooze before going out. Well one of us does... He joins in on the odd selection of the above menu and to be honest, neither of us treasures grocery shopping. In fact that might be why He joined in the sex part armed and dangerous... clover clamps at the ready.

Now one has an ambivalent relationship with nipple clamps. They hurt like a bitch as a cold start thing, but once aroused they can be a lot of fun. Of course He tried them as a cold start first... which neither endeared Him nor made one inclined to reconsider His sadism rating. Those bitey little fuckers were designed for clamping fabric apparently and they do a very good job on skin. They are supposed to tighten up as you pull them, but to be honest they hurt so much anyway you don’t notice.

You do notice when they are pulling your whole breast up by your nipples though. And there was that memorable time that he shoved the chain in ones mouth, while pulling the head back by the hair as He fucked one in the arse, but one digresses. So He amused himself by torturing one until one begged Him for permission to come. Unfortunately He said no too late and that hinky little relationship between nipple and cunt kicked in... bad slave.

Of course He has amused himself torturing one by pinching and twisting the nipples, which are as sore as fuck, at every opportunity since. And He wonders why one is staying in the office typing this, as He nibbles on potato chips in the other room... He knows one will weaken... Bastard!