Tits torture

sex-is-hawt:

At my parent’s house…

I woke up really horny and knew I had to do something about it. I had no toys to play with so I looked up in my luggage to see if I had anything useful. Lucky me, I found rubber bands and hairpins… I kept them tight around my nipples and played with the hairpin while rubbing my clit. Painfully good!!!

I can’t wait to get back home and beg my husband to take me…

itorturemytits:

I walk in the door and put the keys down on the table in the hall.  The cups I am to wear tonight are there ready for me. I remove my blouse and drop it on the floor.  I pull down my bra and place a cup over my left nipple and attach the hand pump.   I pump 6 pumps and feel my nipple pulsing, throbbing.   I have learned to breathe slowly while I do this.  Once I came before I put the cup on my right nipple.  And I do not have permission to cum.  I focus and place the other cup on my right nipple.  I pump 6 times.  I pump each cup 4 more times for a total of 10 pumps on each nipple.  It’s important that I follow this procedure exactly. 
Driven to distraction, I cross the living room, kicking my heels off at the bar and pour myself a whiskey.  The ice clinks in the crystal glass as I pad over to the couch.  My nipples are killing me.  I consider ripping the cups off.  But I know this is an idle thought.  I know I will last the next 2 hours.  I just know it.
My jaw lowers and my lips relax in anticipation of next 2 hours of pure distraction.  I lean back on the couch, close my eyes and the entire world is my throbbing nipples.  I imagine them in your mouth, your teeth, your fingers, your clamps.  I imagine myself on all fours with my breasts engorged with milk, hanging low too the ground.  I realize that I am moaning lowly and open my eyes.  I look at my nipples in the cups.  They have doubled in size.  I go back to the hall and pump 5 more times on each cup.  As my nipples throb the jolt of pain runs through my entire body.  I tense and moan.  My panties are wet so I take them off and leave them by my discarded blouse.  By the time I make it back to the couch there is juice running down my leg.  I remember the image I had and get down on all fours on the wool carpet in front of the hearth.  The fire is not lit, but my body is so warm and alive I don’t care.  I take this position with my forehead on the floor.  My ass hih in the air, my breasts hanging so the nipple cups almost touch the carpet.  The throbbing overtakes me.  My mind drifts and I see myself attached to a machine pumping my nipples until they are raw and red and flowing with milk. 
I am so completely relaxed in this position with these images that I don’t hear you come in.  I don’t know how long you watch me.  I don’t know when you turmed me over and took the cups off my nipples.  I remember you suckling my nipple.  I imagined feeding you from my nipples.  I imagined murmuring to you about the machine and how useful it would be.  I dreamt of feeding you from my nipples every night.  I awoke in our bed the next morning.  My nipplese were delightfully sore and rough.  My breasts were swollen.

itorturemytits:

I walk in the door and put the keys down on the table in the hall.  The cups I am to wear tonight are there ready for me. I remove my blouse and drop it on the floor.  I pull down my bra and place a cup over my left nipple and attach the hand pump.   I pump 6 pumps and feel my nipple pulsing, throbbing.   I have learned to breathe slowly while I do this.  Once I came before I put the cup on my right nipple.  And I do not have permission to cum.  I focus and place the other cup on my right nipple.  I pump 6 times.  I pump each cup 4 more times for a total of 10 pumps on each nipple.  It’s important that I follow this procedure exactly. 

Driven to distraction, I cross the living room, kicking my heels off at the bar and pour myself a whiskey.  The ice clinks in the crystal glass as I pad over to the couch.  My nipples are killing me.  I consider ripping the cups off.  But I know this is an idle thought.  I know I will last the next 2 hours.  I just know it.

My jaw lowers and my lips relax in anticipation of next 2 hours of pure distraction.  I lean back on the couch, close my eyes and the entire world is my throbbing nipples.  I imagine them in your mouth, your teeth, your fingers, your clamps.  I imagine myself on all fours with my breasts engorged with milk, hanging low too the ground.  I realize that I am moaning lowly and open my eyes.  I look at my nipples in the cups.  They have doubled in size.  I go back to the hall and pump 5 more times on each cup.  As my nipples throb the jolt of pain runs through my entire body.  I tense and moan.  My panties are wet so I take them off and leave them by my discarded blouse.  By the time I make it back to the couch there is juice running down my leg.  I remember the image I had and get down on all fours on the wool carpet in front of the hearth.  The fire is not lit, but my body is so warm and alive I don’t care.  I take this position with my forehead on the floor.  My ass hih in the air, my breasts hanging so the nipple cups almost touch the carpet.  The throbbing overtakes me.  My mind drifts and I see myself attached to a machine pumping my nipples until they are raw and red and flowing with milk. 

I am so completely relaxed in this position with these images that I don’t hear you come in.  I don’t know how long you watch me.  I don’t know when you turmed me over and took the cups off my nipples.  I remember you suckling my nipple.  I imagined feeding you from my nipples.  I imagined murmuring to you about the machine and how useful it would be.  I dreamt of feeding you from my nipples every night.  I awoke in our bed the next morning.  My nipplese were delightfully sore and rough.  My breasts were swollen.