Despite everything that happened, I had still hoped that Miss was going to end my day with an orgasm yesterday, but you won’t be very surprised to hear that she didn’t. In just 24 hours she has driven me from going nuts through overstimulation to being delirious from desperation. I’d recovered a little overnight, but I’m still feeling a constant ache and greed emanating from between my legs.
I almost screamed as I woke up this morning; Miss teasing my nipples felt pretty good as I first started to stir; but then she viciously pinched them, waking me up with a jolt of adrenaline, my eyes wide in shock. “Fuuuuck” I gasped looking up at her sweet smile, looking for all the world as though she was waking me with the climax I was so desperate for.
She wasn’t so kind to the boy, going straight for pinching them tight, and he did indeed scream.
“Morning, pets” she said as though nothing had happened, holding out our boxes with a smile. Both of us received matching pairs of nipple clamps connected by a silver chain. These were simple, just plain spring loaded pegs with rubber coated tips; as Miss tugged and teased my nipples into them they actually felt pretty good – nowhere near as tight and ‘bitey’ as I would have imagined. The boy was less comfortable in them, wincing as she had to pull on more of his flesh to get them a good hold.
She gave us both a shake with the chain, then used them like leashes to get us to our feet and lead us downstairs. Every movement of the chain between my nipples felt really good, making me groan and my pussy twitch. Just walking was enough to set it off; but each time Miss grabbed it and wiggled it around made me weak at the knees. Continuing the contrast, it seemed that the boy had to grit his teeth against the discomfort of it all; but that didn’t stop her from toying with him.
Partway through breakfast, however, Miss removed his and then mine; remarking how it’s not safe to wear them for too long – especially as beginners. The boy was visibly relieved, though clearly in some pain as the blood flowed back in; I was disappointed they had to go so soon, but the feeling as the colour returned was an intense combination of pain and pleasure, making me pant. They continued to throb teasingly through the remainder of breakfast; helped along by Miss’ frequent caresses and flicks. More than once I almost spilled or dropped what I was carrying.
After eating she inspected our reddened chests; apparently satisfied she encouraged us both to kiss, lick, and generally soothe and excite each other’s nipples. The boy’s lips on my highly aroused skin felt electric; my attention seemed to do less for him, though – making him blush and awkward the whole time. His loss, I guess.
I should have appreciated that a little more, since the next pair of clamps were not so comfortable. These were like a vice with a screw; Miss pulled my nipple through and screwed it down firmly to hold it in place. I looked down with interest, seeing the tips of my nipples, a little flattened, poking out the front. Instead of a connecting chain, each of these had a weight hanging from them, and I could quickly feel the strain as my usually perky breasts were pulled and stretched downwards.
I squeaked as Miss flicked them both, feeling more sensitive than I was used to, before turning her attention to the boy. Instead of a new clamp she started with some apparatus I didn’t recognise. Little clear tubes and a box with a pipe. I didn’t have to wait long to learn what it was for, as she held a tube against one nipple, and the box began to whir; his nipple getting sucked slowly outwards. He squirmed as she repeated on the other too, then tapped them to make sure they were secure. “A good start” she commented, looking over at my chest pensively; I can’t lie, the look made me nervous.
“Bend over” she said to me, nudging my upper back and kicking my feet further apart. As the weights swung away from my skin I could feel them dangling and swaying around and around, pulling my nipples in different directions. Reaching down, Miss tightened each screw a little further, enhancing all of the feelings, before turning her attention between my legs.
I couldn’t really see what she was doing, just feel her fingers probing around my sloppy lips teasingly. It only made me moan louder, which made me move more, which made the weights move more… a delicious vicious cycle of desperate aching. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations, until suddenly I felt a sharp pain on one pussy lip. I jerked to look between my legs in time to see Miss with another crocodile clamp poised to attack my other lip too.
I shook and jerked against the pain – I couldn’t help it. But every one just made all four weights shake, and the ones on my lips knock together sending vibrations through my already aching pussy. As if the intensity wasn’t enough already, Miss unlocked the boy and invited him to use my pussy as his cock-sleeve again for ten more edges.
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As his cock slid between my sodden lips I could really feel them part as the weights held my lips close around him. My legs shook, jostling all the weights around, swaying violently beneath me. He couldn’t last longer than a few seconds, having to pull out each time to recover before using me to edge himself again; not enough to drive me to the edge, but plenty to drive me wild and make me shudder and shake.
Miss, meanwhile, was casually whistling a little tune while fixing clothes pegs all over my body. I couldn’t focus to look in much detail, but I felt her pinching skin and clipping them up my sides, around my breasts, even on my thighs; finishing by making me open my mouth and fixing one to my tongue. Unable to properly close my mouth or swallow I was soon drooling, each moan and grunt making it worse. Ten edges seemed to take the boy a long time, though I lost count – all I knew was that at some point he stopped coming back for more.
I was less disappointed when Miss removed the clamps from my nipples and pussy lips this time, breathing a sigh of mixed relief and pleasure as the blood returned; an incredibly intense throbbing sensation replacing the tight feeling. I finally got a chance to look at the collection of pegs, though. They were positioned in lines along and around my body, connected together with string. “We call those zippers” Miss commented, seeing me looking, “come, lie down and let me show you”.
She positioned me on my back on the table in the familiar position of my head hanging off the edge. After giving the boy the vibratorshe stood over me, dropped her wet panties, and removed the peg from my tongue. Smiling down at me, taking all of the strings from the “zippers” in her hand, she stepped forward, her pussy right on my lips and tongue. The intention was clear, and I started to lick her just as the boy drove the vibrator into my pussy.
I screamed straight into her, hearing her loud moan muffled by her thighs around my face. Her juices flowed freely into my mouth and around my cheeks. My tongue throbbed, making the feeling of licking her very different to before.
Before long I felt my climax rising quickly. I wriggled and writhed, trying to get the message to them, but he continued. “Please may I cum, Miss” I attempted to ask, but all that came out was a muffled, choking noise. “Please” Please!” I continued, making Miss moan and groan more and louder. Desperately I tried to hold back, to not disobey the lines I had written, but I knew I was going to fail very shortly.
“Cum!” I heard miss shriek, and at the same instant I let go she yanked on the strings in her hands. The shriek I let out as the strings of pegs ripped from my skin at the instant of climax drove her over the edge too; both our bodies shaking and trembling, her juices gushing over my face. The feeling of the “zipper” being ripped off sent an incredible thrill through my body, heightening my climax over and above the hours of denial I had been through.
I lay shuddering, panting, jerking, and gasping for a very long time. I was vaguely aware of the noises of Miss playing with the boy, but I don’t know what she was doing. It was like some out of body experience, and by the time I really came back to myself and started to get up, Miss was bringing us lunch.
Over food she discussed how it was, and after lunch made another inspection of our tender skin. I feel so very cared for while I’m with her; she balances the vicious torture with loving after care so well.
After lunch it was my turn with the pump and cups. I watched with some concern mixed with morbid fascination as my nipples enlarged and engorged into the tubes. It felt so very weird, and soon began to throb just as she stopped. To my surprise, then she began the same process on my pussy. I was very nervous at first, and would have been very reluctant in any other company, but I bit my tongue and allowed her to suck my already throbbing clit into the apparatus.
For the next few hours she acted as if she hadn’t done anything, sending us off to perform various chores and tasks; but then periodically hooking up the machine to suck my flesh in deeper still. Each time she carefully checked what it looked like, explaining that she needed to be sure I was safe to go further.
By mid afternoon it was really beginning to get quite uncomfortable, and when Miss looked she decided it was time to remove them. One push of the valve and the pressure released, but my skin didn’t shrink back all the way to begin with. Miss began to caress and tease, making me jump and shake at the intensity and sensitivity.
She paid great attention to soft and gentle touches, kisses, and using her tongue, driving me wild with such intense sensations. Then she produced a trio of clover clamps and my eyes almost popped out of my head. I couldn’t believe that she was about to clamp me with those vicious things while I’m so tender; and worse to clamp my clit to. Shit!
She continued smiling that sweet smile, watching my eyes as she slowly closed the clamps tightly around my swollen nipples. My eyes bulged and I whined, panting rapidly, anticipating the next one with some trepidation. I felt her fingers around my clit, moaning as she manipulated the clamp into place before howling as she clamped it shut.
“There’s a good girl” she sighed, leaning in to start making out with me, her hands roaming all over my entire body. She kept teasing, touching the tips of my pulsing nipples, stroking along my pounding clit, driving me completely insane. The initial pain subsided fairly quickly under her attention, replaced with a dull ache but mostly overwhelmed by the strong ache of desperation.
She left me clamped while she gave the ‘zipper’ treatment to the boy; pegs all over his balls, thighs, nipples, then rode his face while slowly edging and teasing his cock. I watched as she edged him over and over, his cock twitching, throbbing, and practically pouring precum while she moaned and writhed over his face. “Come and finish him off” she beckoned sweetly to me, and almost the instant my lips wrapped around his tip he jerked, groaned, then yelped as Miss yanked all the pegs off him, filling my mouth with a huge load.
Then it was my turn again. Back on my back, Miss riding my face, she removed the clamp from my clit and rubbed it hard. I shrieked so loud, and she joined me. Just before I climaxed she stopped, relishing my frustration as my hips bucked up in desperation. She held the chain between my breasts, pulling and jerking it harder and harder. My screams becoming a mixture of pain and pleasure when suddenly I felt the boy’s tongue on my clit.
“Cum” Miss said, and somehow I did. Instantly and violently, bucking and jerking all over the place. Somewhere in the midst of it Miss removed the clamps and after the initial rush I was dimly aware of her caressing and teasing them. My climax lasted for so long with all of the attention, and by the time Miss climbed off me I was completely drained.
My body has had all of the time until after dinner to recover, and right now sitting here with the first set of clamps on my nipples, and a matching one on my clit, I barely even notice they’re there.
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