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.”
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