I love pert hard nipples surrounded by swollen puffy areolas. I love the moans and whimpers when I pinch and pull and twist her nips and tits to get the look I want. Call her; hear those sounds for yourself.
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Tag: pinching
Tuesday, September 20th, 2011
Pinch & Pull
Tags: big breasts, nipple, nipples, pain as pleasure, pain not pleasure, pinching, rough tit play
Sunday, May 23rd, 2010
Bitch Forced To Be A Fuck Hole
Marc loves this video of Felony, a woman who likes to be in control, being reduced to a nameless, rightless, fuck hole in an adult video store.
Being taken in public and told what to do, made to take pain and punishment from strangers, and being fucked over & over again has Felony pissed, then horny, then angry again, then finally beaten into submission — as Marc says, “Finally accepting her place.”
I have to say, it’s one of the few films which show realistic gang bang action; there are random painful slaps and pinging, probing fingers from those not content to just watch. For example, when Felony is forced to suck one stranger’s cock — while she’s being fucked from behind — an older man grabs hold of the nipple on Felony’s bouncing tit.
Hey, Felony may be busy, but he wants his too.
…Lots of people in this video store do, apparently.
Even when the main action is over, it’s not the end of Felony’s use. At the end she is stripped of all pretense of control, her own pleasure, and even her identity and is left chained inside a cardboard box with a glory hole to service the random dicks that drop by…
Tags: cock sucking, lessons for bitches, more than two tango, nipples, pain not pleasure, pinching, power play, serving, slapping, spanking
Friday, May 21st, 2010
Positioned For A Spanking
There’s a myriad of ways to present yourself for a spanking — or pinching, slapping, paddling, or other use.
…and a myriad of places to be spanked.
And that’s just some ideas on the lower half!
All fetish art photographs by MHK-annai — prints are available!
Tags: blindfolded, lingerie, lipstick submissives (tm), pinching, slapping, spanking, stockings
Saturday, June 13th, 2009
Playing Favorites: Nipple Clamps
As I told you, “D” sent me a big box of goodies (or should I say “badies” because they weren’t all nice in the usual sense of the word! *wink*) Anyway, “D” said I should share the further exploits of the contents of the box here at the blog, and he’s been waiting probably longer than he expected to read any of it — but even if I didn’t take my toy talk seriously, Blackie’s extremely dedicated to his use & evaluation of new toys & tools. This is all to say that there’s no “better late than never” attitude in this (or the following) posts, but rather an attitude of giving things their proper attention.
I briefly mentioned (& displayed to members) use of the Japanese Clover Clamps before, so let’s start there.
The first clamps we tried were clothes pins; amazingly wicked things for being so old fashioned, for the porous wood can nearly become one with your tender flesh too quickly — making removal of just the wooden clothes pin tricky. And sometimes Blackie just isn’t in the mood for “delicate removals.”
After that, we tried some alligator nipple clamps (rather expensive vibrating one’s too); but the angled bit doesn’t work well for these big breasts & nipples (the narrow side pops the nipple out the other end faster than Blackie can lose his temper!).
Frustrated, Blackie walked into the local hardware store and bought some cheap plastic spring clamps with flat flexible square grooved “pads” (I say, “pads,” because they are not at all padded), more or less like these
Until “D” sent the Japanese Clover Clamps (with chain!).
These things have a big bite — which Blackie says is only fair with such big tits. They have, and I quote Blackie here, “a nice heft to them by themselves — plus they just look wicked.” But for me, that’s mostly “bark” and, because I’m the one who has to deal with it, more worried about the bite.
The bite has to do with the pressure, I’m sure (and I’m no engineer or scientist); but it’s the “non-stick ‘pads’” which just about kill me. Again, “pads” because I don’t consider anything that barely gives when pushed with a fingernail to be padded. Plus, the raised dots, which may be there to prevent slipping, are deceptively fierce in their diminutive size, leaving added injury to injury. OK, so technically I’ve not been “injured” by these clamps; but they leave a lasting impression — on your nipples (and other parts ) as well as, indelibly, on your mind.
The fact that they sorely test my tolerance would be enough for Blackie to dub them his favorite clamps to use, but then there’s that chain…
Those silver links aren’t just jewelry, you know; they are A) added weight, B) the mechanism for tightening the clamps (even the slightest tug makes them bite harder), C) a nice leash to lead me about by, and D) the means by which Blackie loves to remove the clamps — first increasing the bite then yanking them off.
That chain also has other creative uses…
For example, Blackie loves to place the chain in my mouth after he’s placed the clamps on my nipples. Doing so makes me a purposeful slut (a holder of my own leash) and provides me a reminder to keep still. And then when Blackie yanks my hair, pulling my head back, I take the chain along with it. Ouch!
Blackie’s also used the chain to help make a “zipper” with the plastic spring clamps on my pussy. First he puts the clover clamps on (one on each side), then lays the chain along my pussy lips, and clamps the plastic spring clamps over the chain… Then, when he’s ready, he yanks off one clover clamp & then quickly lifts the chain up, ripping (“unzips”) all the remaining clamps off. (I involuntarily shut my legs when I typed that from the memory of that pain!)
Blackie considers all of this fabulous additional points for my points and other places — which bumps the Japanese clover clamps up into first place in his book. And because they are his favorites, they are now the most used. (Or maybe I should say they are the first choice; the other clamps & clothes pins are still used in other places.)
I am slowly learning to wear the clover clamps longer — on my nipples and elsewhere. I don’t think Blackie’s minding the shorter amount of time I wear them, really; the tenderness lasts long after the clamps are removed, making me one sore slut to use and abuse. (Which is the whole point, right?)
Both Blackie & I thank “D” for giving them to me — you might want to to thank “D” too, when you use them on me. *wink*
Tags: clamps, nipples, pain as pleasure, pain not pleasure, pinching, pussy lips, rough tit play, tools and toys
Friday, June 12th, 2009
Protected: How Some Masters Use Me In Messages
One of the perks of using NiteFlirt is the ability to pay for services in Pay Per View messages — like this.
Master Jim sent a message for me take very small rubber bands and wrap them twice around each nipple — not very easily done with such large nipples & small rubber bands, especially when you have long nails. But the greater difficulties were still to come…
Once the rubber bands were on, my nipples began to sting — sending waves of desire in my hungry pussy. But Master Jim had ordered me not to touch myself (feeding my cunt’s desire & distracting me from the pain). I was to occupy my time by taking photos of my nipples & sending them to him for 15 minutes, until he called.
When Master Jim called, I greeted him as have been trained to and then I continued to do as I was told.
First, I was to sit with my knees up & legs spread wide in front of a mirror so that I could tell him every visible change in my pussy as well as describe what I felt. (I’ve never done that before; it added a level of emotional discomfort which Master Jim exploited further, using my own body’s reactions to pain to humiliate me.)
Thanks to Master Jim’s willingness to share, Member Masters can see a few of the photos & read more details when they enter their password below.
(If you are not a Member Master & do not have the password to see all protected or Bound Posts, here’s how you get it.)
Tags: bound, humiliation, nipples, no touching, orgasm denial, pain as pleasure, pinching, rough tit play, serving, tit fuck, tools and toys
Friday, May 22nd, 2009
Protected: Intense Nipple Arousal Or Torture?
I had a long, hot call from “D” last night which left me so sore that I couldn’t take any more calls.
Along with his special training, “D” opted to add the tit torture of sp & a (which is what I now call sandpaper and rubbing alcohol — because it hurts so much for so long that I can no longer even bear to say the words).
Since “D” made me sp & a my breasts & nipples, per Blackie’s rules I had to apply another application of liquid fire (the “a”) before bed. And that sealed a night of discomfort on hot aching 36 Es that seem to be everywhere — except anyplace comfortable. This, along with my other aches & pains, made me quite tired when I got up in the morning for my scheduled meeting.
While Blackie’s away, one of my tasks every morning when I wake is to apply K-Y’s new Intense Arousal Gel For Her to my nipples — and film myself rubbing it in on my cell and send the video to him. This way, he knows when I am awake and he gets the thrill of knowing my nipples still rise for him.
Being sore and tired I didn’t really think about what could happen when I started to apply the gel this morning. Normally it just feels good and slippery, the “arousing benefits” aren’t really noticed for a few minutes after my nipples are soaking in it, so to speak. Then it just keeps them “interested” & standing at attention (as if they weren’t already sluts!) for a few hours. But today, as I applied the two instructed drops and began filming my solo-nipple play for a delayed audience, I felt something right away…
At first it was cool & minty — but then it began to sting. Not just surface sting, but deeper too.
When I sent the two video files to Blackie’s phone, I texted him that this was not the usual Intense experience — that this time, Intense was too intense.
The result? Well, it certainly wasn’t pity!
I was instructed to take my shower, followed by the required alcohol bath (because you can’t do it the other way around — the skin has to be kept hot and sore as well as clean!), and then apply more of the gel — video-emailing him as proof.
I dutifully suffered through and then dressed for a morning meeting — one that “D” was already amused thinking about me, with my sore used self-conscious body, standing before a conservative male audience. (Let’s just say it was far worse than even he envisioned.) And then I had more to do for Blackie.
He wasn’t done with me or my nipples yet.
Once the meeting had ended, from the bathroom stall in the client’s building, I had to video myself applying more of the arousing gel, send it to him and then call him when I got back to my office.
“So, what bra did you stuff those sore tits into?”
“One of my t-shirt bras.”
“To stabilize ‘em, hmm?” he knowingly laughed.
“You know it,” I replied.
“So the gel hurts my poor baby, hmm? But I bet those slutty nipples of yours are still standing up, begging for more.”
“Amazingly, even with this softly lined or padded bra, you can still see ‘em poking out through my blouse — I had to leave my jacket on in that warm office or risk looking like a slut.”
“Not looking like just any slut — looking like the slut you are,” he mocked. “But we’d better give those nipples what they want…”
“You mean washing them off? I’m not sure if even soap and water would remove this gel — it’s like an oil. It seeps right in there. I don’t think it would be worth the agony of scrubbing them.”
“Get rid of it? Why would we do that? I was thinking of applying some more…”
“No,” I laughed, “I think they are just fine.”
He lowered his tone a notch and softly growled into the phone, “I’m not joking. Pop out those sore titties and let’s torture those nipples some more.”
I paused.
“Now, Pinkie.”
With a sigh I began to gingerly remove my tender breasts from their holding place. I fumbled for the K-Y Intense tube in my purse and, as I dispensed two drops onto the index finger of my left hand, I tried one hopeless last-ditch effort to spare myself. “Are you sure? They sting pretty bad…”
Now it was his turn to sigh — a warning sigh.
So I gently placed the minty oily gel onto my left nipple where it oozed with a sizzle. I swear it sizzled, but Blackie claimed he couldn’t hear it — not over my own hiss.
“Really rub it in; pinch and twist hard,” he commanded.
“I’m trying, but it’s slippery,” I whined.
“And it hurts, right?”
“Oh gawd yes,” I moaned back at him.
He sighed again, but one of those contented dick-in-his hand sighs.
“Are you masturbating?”
“Damn right I am. It’s been days since I fucked you and looking at the videos I was imaging your cute coos, but hearing them now… ug.”
“Is that your way of saying you miss me,” I giggled — pleased to be rising up above the physical hurt on a little cloud of affection.
“Yeah, baby — do the other one now.”
I dispensed two more drops on my right nipple & began rubbing, pinching and twisting the gel into it. I must have been making little noises of complaint & injustice, because Blackie said, “I love your little whispered grunty groans, my slut.”
“It hurts…” I breathed into the phone — nonsensically explaining what he already knew.
“If I can’t be there to elicit them personally, at least I can force them this way,” he breathed back.
“I love you too, Blackie.”
“Then show me, baby — get real rough with both of those hurting nipples. Make me come with those moans and groans of yours. Show me how much you love me, how much pain you’ll take for me…”
Thankfully it was lunch for everyone in the office — because knowing I was pleasing Blackie added passionate volume to the low hiss of my whimpers and I voiced my nipples’ displeasure with their treatment loud enough that I’m sure anyone just outside my office door could have heard.
It didn’t take too long, and Blackie grunt-groaned his release.
Satisfied with himself (and my dutiful service), he left me the following instructions:
* to video myself reapplying the gel at 4 PM and every 2 hours after (and email him the videos)
* to post a few of the videos here for Master Members
And then he ended the call with the reminder that I’m not allowed to masturbate unless it’s directed by a Master on the phone. “Just want to make sure you’re waiting & real good for them.” I could hear his wink, even if I couldn’t see it.
“And Pinkie?”
“Yes, Blackie?”
“I do miss you, my little cock slut — I love you.”
Member Masters, enter your password below to open the Bound Post to see the three videos and get an update on Pinkie’s condition.
(If you are not a Member Master & do not have the password to see all protected or Bound Posts, here’s how you get it.)
Tags: big breasts, nipples, pain not pleasure, pinching, rough tit play, serving, tools and toys
Wednesday, May 20th, 2009
Protected: Not Just Any Furious; Bitch Wife Furious
Blackie was quite pleased with himself for what he called his “Stay In School, Kids!” Public Service Announcement, but now that the threat was passed, I was furious.
Not just any furious; bitch wife furious.
“What the hell, Blackie,” I snapped at him, stuffing my tits back into my bra. “I could have been raped, we could have been hurt, robbed or killed–”
I was met with Blackie’s uproarious laughter, but continued my tirade anyway. “Hey, two nicely dressed business folks from out of town gettin’ down in an alley? What easy marks–”
“Get over it, Pinkie, they were kids.”
“And so then you decide to give them a lewd show? A misogynistic sex show?!”
“Oh come on now,” he laughed. Then after a brief pause during which I fumed, he said, “You loved it, you slut.”
My fear had already turned to anger, but his accusation made me get really angry. “You’re an ass,” was all I spat at him, riding in silence the rest of the way to our hotel.
At the hotel, I sailed past him in an Ice Princess freeze-out, heading to our room. Sure, he was just a few strides behind me, but I was smug in the knowledge that he was forced to walk in my icy wake.
Once I got into the hotel room, I kicked my shoes off and headed for the bathroom — but before I could get there, Blackie grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked me onto the bed. Before I could even gasp, he had me on my back and was on top of me, forcefully ramming his knee between my legs, hiking my skirt up, ripping my blouse open. Even though my clothes were technically on, all my sweet spots were exposed.
Tags: BDSM relationships, hair pulling, handcuffs, humiliation, nipples, orgasm denial, pain not pleasure, pinching, Pinkie and Blackie history, serving, shower
Saturday, May 2nd, 2009
Nipple Pinching
Kelle Marie enticingly pinches her own nipples.
Blackie has me do this to myself from time to time — it’s not as thrilling as by his hand, but still, I feel the pull in my cunt. Just looking at Kelle doing it makes my hands stray to my own nipples…
Tags: nipples, pain as pleasure, pinching, rough tit play
