Small chested female accountant forced to wear severely painful and near-debilitating nip clamps all day.. because if she takes them off, her sentient talking nipples are able to tell everyone that she is embezzling money from Whole Foods Corporate. [F][bdsm][fantasy]

It started as necessity, when her bank account reached the 6th digit whatever gypsy curse the board had paid for finally kicked in. It was horrifying for her to watch her nipples open up and speak, but even more horrifying was them screaming about her crimes whenever anyone way near.

She bolted out of work and called in sick the next day as she waited for her overnight delivery and spent most of the day experimenting with how to get them to work for her.

The clamps were wide, and clung tightly to her breast, barely poking outwards at all, and with the miniature vise design she was sure they would solve her problems. The first day it took her almost an hour to get the first one on, her nipple screaming its tiny magical lungs out as she turned the small attachable handle again and again. The vise’s grip tightened more and more with every turn and slowly the sound of her tattletale nipple quieted, only for it to be replaced with her own pained whimpers.

The grip of the clamp was able to keep her nipple quiet sure, but the pain of it was unbearable, she had expected the pain to numb after a while but it never did, the constant struggling nipple keeping blood flowing and the pain receptors working at maximum efficiency.

Tears were running down her face when she struggled and eventually managed to tighten the second clamp and finally she could suffer in silence. She writhed on her bed for hours, crying and damning the superstitious board members to hell before she finally managed to sit back up through the pain.

She spent the rest of the day learning to live and work through the pain, she almost collapsed just trying to fold the laundry, and she cut herself peeling tomatoes as the knife slipped, she barely even felt the cut compared to the pain in her nipples.

When she finally took the clamps off and fell exhausted into bed she slept like a stone despite her nipples incessant accusations. When she woke the next morning she screwed the clamps on once more and spent half an hour crying in the shower before she could muster enough of herself to get ready for work.

Work was hell that first day, the pain clouded her mind and kept her from working halfway as fast or well as usual. She mistyped and even had to stay overtime just to finish up her report, and worst of all whenever any of her bosses came within earshot of her, her nipples would go crazy, trying even harder to scream and sending shockwaves of intense pain through her. She ate her lunch at her desk, not trusting herself to walk in her heels should she encounter one of her bosses again, and when she finally returned home she tore the clamps off and wished that tomorrow would never come.

But it did come, and she suffered through the pain once more, and so went the week and the next one started. She started leaving the clamps off for just a few minutes after returning home, just for a few moments of peace and quiet she told herself. Then she started wearing them as she cooked, to better train herself to withstand the pain of course. She even one day put them on when she went to bed just so she wouldn’t have to listen to them all night naturally. The sound of their voices made her own most private times weird as well so she quieted them whenever she had the urge to pleasure herself, just so it would be a time only for her of course.

It wasn’t until she deliberately struck up a conversation with her boss at the water-cooler that she realized what was happening. The pain coursing through her body as the nipples attempting to raise the alarm with her boss was exhilarating. She felt alive when she twisted the clamps even tighter and thrust her favorite toy deeper inside her. When she walked into work with a softly humming egg deep inside her and the pain shot through her as she greeted the board of directors and began her presentation she knew she was too far gone to go back. The pain and the pleasure was too tightly wound together inside her, it was agonizing, horrifying, humiliating and she couldn’t live without it.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7zhdot/small_chested_female_accountant_forced_to_wear

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