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Nipple Clamp

By Jenny Swift

I was bent face down over the bed, horizontally. Off to the side of the bed was a single tether that usually attached to a thigh restraint, holding my legs open. Right now, it held both my wrists together above my head. She stood behind me, so close I could feel the fabric from her dress on my bare legs. She slipped one arm under my waist and lifted me enough to slide a pillow under my hips. It made standing in that position easier and I was grateful.

"Comfortable?" she asked.

"How the fuck am I supposed to be comfortable in this position?" Not grateful enough to not be a brat, though I was comfortable.

She smacked my ass with her hand and it stung. "You want to try again?"

"Fine, I'm comfortable... thank you," I added to avoid another smack.

She stepped away and I could hear her behind me sifting through our toy chest looking for something. I couldn't see what through the mess of hair that covered my face, and I didn't try all that hard. Not knowing what was coming was half the fun and I loved the anticipation.

"Tell me what you said earlier." It was a command, not a question, as she found what she was looking for and returned.

I smirked and shot back, "I don't know, what I said earlier?" The bratiness hadn't quite left me yet.

SAMCK. Something hit my ass and it took me a second to identify the familiar sting.

"Try. Again."

It was a riding crop, I realized. I could handle a riding crop. So I continued our little game, turning my head towards the bed to hide my smirk. "I don't seem to remember..."

She leaned over me, grabbed my hair from the base of my neck, and lifted my head up. Her grip was firm but her words were gentle. "Wipe the smirk off your face and try again pet." Her lips were close to my ear and the breath from her words sent goose bumps down my neck. I couldn't see her face but I think we both had the same smirk as her grip tightened in my hair.

"I said your fat ass will just have to be cold in the shower, sucks for you."

She released her grip and stepped back.

"You know, I meant fat ass in like, a nice way. Like you just have a lot of ass and it's nice." I was digging my own grave and enjoying every second of it.

"Mhmm... And the hogging all the water part?"

The riding crop swished in the air behind me, but I continued, "I just didn't want to be cold... sucks for you."

SMACK. SMACK SMACK. The crop came down on my ass hard, 5 times, and I pulled at the wrist restraints. Swiftly, she leaned over me again and grabbed a fistful of my hair from the base of my neck.

"You're going to regret that." She said softly, and kissed my neck before stepping away. "What do you think? 15, 20, maybe 25 for a bratty comment like that?"

"15 sounds fi-"

"I wasn't actually asking you. I think we'll go with 25 and see how bratty you feel after. Shut up and keep count."

How the fuck was I supposed to shut up and keep count?

The crop came down on my ass and silently, I counted in my head. That seemed to be the correct response because she continued. 9...10...11...12...

I made of point of at least waiting until 15 to make another bratty comment.

"Seriously, these are like 5 out of 10 on the pain scale. The cats have slapped me harder than that and they were just playing." I was expecting a harder smack, or for her to pull my hair again but she just sighed.

"You know you really should learn to shut up and be grateful for a warm-up when you get one. Did you really think I'd let you off with just 25 beats for that smart-ass comment? ...Or that one?" she added.

She placed the crop on the bed beside me, slipping it off her wrist, taking her time to line it up parallel to the edge of the bed. "Up. Sit." She commanded.

I climbed onto the bed and sat in the center, my wrists still attached to the tether in front of me. My ass felt warm on my legs as I tucked them underneath me.

Gently, she came up behind me and moved my hair so it fell over my back and out of my face.

"Close your eyes."

I did as I was told and she placed a blindfold over my eyes. It was made of lace and if I wanted to, I could open my eyes and see through it. I didn't. I loved the feeling of the blindfold over my eyes. It was a small mercy that allowed me to escape into subspace without guilt. I wasn't in control with a blindfold on. I didn't exist, except to feel.

"Turn over and lay down." She left one hand on me as she guided me onto my back, still horizontal across the bed. The tether twisted with whichever way I lay and didn't need to be adjusted. I felt her slide off the bed, and then pick up something that sounded like a small chain. I wasn't sure what it was, but it sounded like a leash? Maybe nipple clamps?

Returning to the bed, she climbed over me, one knee between my legs pushing up against my pussy. I could feel her lean in close and then she kissed me, gently. First my lips and then trailing down my neck just the way I liked. I knew something was coming - something painful always followed when she was extra gentle.

She made her way down my neck and then to each nipple, sucking and biting in a way that made my lips moan, and my clit throb. When she was done, she placed the metal object on my chest and I jumped from the cold but didn't say anything.

"What's wrong? Don't like the cold?"

She knew I fucking hated it. I gave her an angry little whine but held my tongue. She way playing me and I loved it.

"Wanna take a guess?" She meant at the toy.

"Nipple clamps, obviously..." I was sure now.

"Mmm, nipple clamps, sure."

Why was she being a smart ass now? She took one nipple and then the other and careful placed the clamp around each. It stung as she let go, enough that I reveled in the pain but not enough that it was excruciating. I trusted her not to actually hurt me.

When she was done, she gave them a little tug and asked, "And what's this?"

'What's what?' I thought. I didn't know what to say.

She pulled the clamps upwards towards my face and the pain increased as it pulled my nipples with them. I arched my back, but still, it wasn't excruciating, and I could feel the throb in my clit grow.

"What's this?" She rubbed something against my lips, and it felt like another clamp. 'Three-way clamps!' I realized and inhaled sharply.

"Now you see..." And she laughed softly, in a way that mocked, but didn't make-fun.

I could feel her weight shift on the bed, and then I gasped at the feel of a sudden touch. She grazed my clit ever so softly with the back of one finger. I had only tried a clamp down there once before out of curiosity, and never while playing with someone else. This she knew.

"I think you'll like this pet."

Touching me no more than necessary, she pinched my clit between her fingers, exposing it from the excess skin as much as possible, and placed the third clamp around it. I gasped as she slowly released the clamp and the pressure increased, moaning by the time it was on completely.

"I do... I do like it," I whispered.

This time when she leaned into kiss me, she placed her hand around my neck and squeezed. My body felt so overloaded with sensation. I was so hot. I wanted her to fuck me right that moment and let me come. We kissed greedily and when she pulled away and I could breathe I wish she hadn't.

"Please..." I whispered.

She laughed. "Please what? You don't think I'm going to let you come already do you?"

I was so frustrated. This was so much worse than 25 with the ride crop. This was so much worse than 50 with the riding crop. All I wanted in that moment was an orgasm. I didn't answer, trying not to make it worse.

"First, you're going to eat me out. Then we can consider whether brats deserve orgasms."

I was going to protest, but I felt her weight shift on the bed and she was straddling my face before I could get words out. Instinctively, I stuck my tongue out and found her pussy, closer than I expected. As soon as I found her clit she moaned and pressed her weight against my face. I loved this part too. Giving her orgasms. There was no thought on my part, only my desire to get her off as I followed her pleasure through the sounds of her moans.

I spent time playing with her clit, licking the sides, going deeper, as far as my tongue could reach into her pussy. That always got a nice reaction. I struggled to breath but I didn't care. I was still so hot. There was only one thing on my mind and that was orgasms.

After a few minutes she sat back, pulling her pussy away from my mouth. She unclipped one wrist from the restraint above my head and brought my hand down, just below my mouth.

"Continue," she breathed, straddling my head and now arm again.

I knew what she wanted and easily slipped 2 fingers into her wet pussy. There was no resistance. She was dripping down my chin. I fucked her the best I could in this position while my tongue found her clit and picked up its familiar pattern…………….

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