Nipple clamps – our love hate relationship

Nipple clamps and I seem to have a love hate relationship

I think maybe I was slightly foolhardy and overly brave when I bought them.  I decided against the ones where you have a little screw to adjust the tightness of them and instead went for the ones that just snap tightly into place.  And with a chain in-between them so my Dom can increase the torture.  How I long for that little adjustable screw!

I have fairly ample boobs (34DD in UK sizes and apologies, US and other sizes confuse me, so I can’t give you equivalent proportions for the rest of the world.  Rest assured, my Dom has big hands and they provide an over-spilling handful) and my Dom does enjoy playing with them.  And I like it when that play is rough

I love his hands grabbing at my breasts, squeezing them, roughly fondling them.  And I adore when he teases my nipples – yes, sucking at them, but also biting at them, or pulling at them with his fingers, stretching them, twisting them, until I am whimpering and getting wet between my thighs

With sufficient nipple play he can trigger my climax, without even having touched me anywhere else.  It makes me blush when he makes me squirt and the bed sheets or floor are wet with my juices and he has only played with my breasts.  Pros and cons to cumming easily, I guess!

Anyway, back to the torturous clamps.  When I first got them, I was super excited about them – getting them out of the pack and trying them out on the pad of my finger – it hurt a little but just built the excitement for me

By the time I next saw my Dom I was desperate for us to try them out.  He laid me gently on the bed, caressing and arousing my breasts.  It felt divine with the extra frisson of waiting for what was to come.  I was moaning and feeling very needy by the time he got the clamps out.  He squeezed at my breast and held the nipple in place.  A thrill of fear and excitement licked through me

He released the spring and the clamp gripped tight to my left nipple.  I squealed in horror and delight at the tightness biting into my nipple, the pleasure and pain hugely spiking my arousal.  He stroked my hair “Good Girl”

Then he moved towards my right breast – I felt more nervous this time, I knew what was coming.  I gripped onto his shoulders as he moved closer.  He looked at me and I could see a hint of concern mixed with the usual devilishness in his eyes.  I breathed out slowly and nodded.  He stroked my right breast, the nipple already throbbing and hard.  “Gently please Master” I pleaded.  He squeezed the clamp open and positioned my nipple in between it and paused.  I waited expectantly, holding my breath.  He let go and it gripped tight to my aroused flesh – I cried out

The feeling was very intense, but with my pain sensors already heightened, the second one didn’t hurt as much.  The tightness of the clamps made my nipples throb hard.  I was so aroused, I could feel my clit pulsating, my pussy becoming soaked with my juices.  “Please fuck me Master” summed up my complete need to be filled

And for a while the clamps heighten everything for me, the pain making my arousal even more intense.  But I reach a point where they just become too much for me and I have to beg for them to be removed.  Depending on my behaviour and how well I beg, will determine how soon my request is granted

Then comes the moment when they are actually removed and for me this is more painful than when they are first put on.  My moans become animalistic as he finally unclamps them and the blood rushes back to my aching nipples.  And they are so utterly sensitive – which clearly encourages my Dom to play with them.  If I am not tied down, I tend to fight back hard to try and protect them from his torturous mouth or fingers.  If tied down, I can only plead and beg.  Every touch or lick or suck is exquisitely painful, almost more than I can take

So that is the clamps themselves – and as said before, why did I not get the ones with the adjustable screw!  But what about the chain between them…

Sometimes I love the chain.  A tug on the chain from my Dom will always force obedience from me or stop any brattish behaviour because gosh, it is painful.  But that reinforcement of the sense of control he has over me is incredibly sexy – and I love the feel of being made to be obedient

Sometimes I hate the chain.  A tug on the chain from my Dom will always force obedience from me or stop ant brattish behaviour because gosh, it is painful.  Yes, I do love it and hate it for that reason

I recall one occasion, he had attached the clamps to my nipples and then bent me over in front of the window (I do love being watched but the whole voyeurism kink must wait for another post!).  He held my hips tightly and slowly pushed every inch of his thick cock into my needy pussy.  I was moaning, the clamps heightening the sensation of his cock stretching me as he enters.  And then he began thrusting harder and faster and deeper into my wet cunt, really starting to use me as I deserve

My hands were on the windowsill, bracing myself as he pounded me harder, my breasts swinging backwards and forwards with the rhythm of his thrusts (100% real boobs, so they do swing and bounce!).  But as his thrusts became even more powerful, the bouncing of my boobs caused the chain to start whipping around.  A whipping chain attached to tight clamps on my nipples was beyond my pain threshold and I had to scream for him to stop and take the clamps off.  Afterwards, he held me in his arms, very tenderly stroking my breasts, softly massaging my nipples and laughing at my description of the whipping motion of the chain!  You have been warned!

But over time I seem to have developed a fear of the clamps or I have just become a bit of a wuss about them!  I don’t know if we seem to have done rougher nipple play before putting them on, but either way, I really struggle to keep them on for long

We saw a little bondage / discipling video staring Kait Snow, who is one of my favourite porn stars to watch.  She is standing up and is bound with her hands tied above her head.  The Dominant in the video slowly attaches lots of pegs to her, some on her nipples, the rest of her breasts, some down her waist, some under her arms….  He also has string attached to all the pegs and at the end with one tug of the string they are all ripped from her

Now, the idea of the string and them all being ripped off made me wince and my Dom wrapped his arms protectively around me, assuring me he did not want to try that.  But the pegs themselves did rather appeal – especially the idea of him being able to place them over the rest of my breasts.  (They have also proved useful for when he wants to tape my pussy lips apart, but again, a story for another blog).  So pegs were purchased

They were a big success.  My Dom had decided that I needed to be punished – for some apparent misdemeanour on my part!  He tied me to the bed and produced the pegs.  Firstly, one was attached to each of my nipples – creating some delicious licks of pain, but not too over-whelming.  Then he started on the areolae – attaching pegs in a circle, each one pulling exquisitely at the delicate skin.  He continued, working over the soft skin of my breasts.  Each peg bit into the tantalising flesh driving my body wild with arousal.  But it also pushed another button for me – the sight of the pegs all over my breasts was definitely humiliating – and this made it even more intoxicating

I was becoming soaking wet between my legs and he hadn’t even touched me there.  Eventually, he had my breasts covered in pegs and sat back to admire his handiwork and inspect how dripping my pussy was.  I squirmed under his gaze – feeling degraded and wanton and so incredibly needy to be filled

He nodded, smiled, pushed my thighs wider apart and plunged his cock into my hungry pussy.  The pegs bounced as he thrust, nipping at my wanton flesh and I came almost instantly.  The pain and pleasure and desire mixing to create an incredibly intense sensation.  And as he continued to use me, it was just the first of many orgasms

Afterwards he gently removed the pegs; my breasts ached wonderfully and were beautifully decorated with little bruises.  I was a very happy little submissive

And so I have tended to veer towards the pegs as my choice for clamping on my nipples – the pain is more rolling, less intense and I can definitely withstand them for longer.  We still use the clamps but they have definitely moved deeper into punishment territory

Although I feel a bit like a little girl falling off her bike and that really I just need to get those clamps back on and fully embrace them.  Prepare to hear the howls and screams when I do so!

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