Working 12-13 hour days back to back did nothing to leave me feeling particularly amorous, even if I do love my job more than is healthy. So tonight I had the time and energy to dedicate to Dante's demands.
First, I went through my music to create a short, appropriate playlist. I'm not entirely sure what "nipple clamping" music consists of, especially not if my Britney is being forbidden. If a more appropriate nipple clamp worthy song than Slave 4 U exists, I have not yet heard it. But fine. iTunes wouldn't let me play The World is not Enough and I couldn't find #1 Crush for some reason. So I put on Queer by Garbage, The Moment I Said It by Imogen Heap, Fade into You by Mazzy Star, and Slow Like Honey and Criminal by Fiona.
I attached the clamps while listening to Mazzy Star and tightened them slowly until it made my nose wrinkle. I figured that was tight enough, turned on Fiona, and assumed the position, save for keeping my face in the pillow. I couldn't breathe; I rested on my forehead. About halfway through the song, I knew the clamps weren't tight enough. I could have convinced myself otherwise and claim it hurt really badly, because it did. But if you were there next to me you'd know that it wasn't enough. So after the song was over, I sat back on my heels, tightened them, and played Criminal. That started to hurt. A lot. With every pulse of my heart, I could feel my nipples pulse which in turn throbbed in my cunt. I almost wanted to break the position to tighten them a tiny bit more so I could feel it even more. Once the song was over, I kept thinking about you, and what you would do to me and whether you would agree that I hurt enough and I knew you wouldn't think so. So I tightened them again and this time they were so tight that I whimpered - that, I figured, was what you'd want. So Garbage played and I went back resting on my pillows. I whimpered and groaned and sighed and moaned for the entire duration of the song. Again, with every pulse of blood in my nipple I could feel an equally strong reaction in my cunt. And when I thought about how happy you would be that I did this three times, and what you'd then do to me, it turned me on even more.
So the song ended. I kept my face in my pillow, pulled down my underpants, and stuck my fingers inside of myself. I was so wet I could hardly feel it. I started rubbing my clit but still couldn't feel anything. The clamps were still on and every time I made any sudden movements, they swayed back and forth and stimulated me even more but I couldn't get a good sensation from that position. Since I'm stubborn and disobedient, I said fuck it and rolled over onto my back to finish. I get very concerned when I'm unable to to have an easy orgasm.
What did I think about? Nothing I expected to or normally fantasize about. From the moment my face went in the pillow, I imagined a couple men crawling through my window and staring at me while I kneeled. One simply watched while the other ran his hand up the back of my leg, between my legs, inside the gusset of my underwear, ran his finger along my labia, up over my butt. He rubbed my ass nicely a few times and then started lightly tapping me. They also made comments to each other about how wet I was and how I looked like such a whore with my ass in the air, just begging for a hard fuck. I was imagining this so realistically that when he started spanking me, my body actually jumped a couple of times. He kept spanking me and then pulled my underwear down so he could start fucking me. Then the other man reached over and lightly, barely, gently kept one finger constantly grazing, but not touching, my clit.
The third time I tightened the clamps, I was so focused on pleasing you and making you proud that I had a fantasy of coming to visit you and surprising you on your doorstep. Without saying a word, you grabbed me by my hair, forced me to my knees while unzipping your pants, and shoved your cock in my mouth. While I was coming, I was fantasizing about that again, and while I sucked your cock you were ordering me to make myself come.
Once I came, I realized you'd probably be a little pissed that I didn't do it as you required, so I took a picture* of my nipple with the clamp on so you could see how tight it was.
As for what I learned. I'm such a little pain-slut, as much as I hate how trite and pornographic that term is! I hardly pinched my nipples enough to get the clamps on and I got so excited. As long as I tell myself that you want me to do something, I'll do it with no thought to my own comfort. If I can't tolerate something, I'll do it anyway because, after all, if you were here you'd make me take it anyway.
*Yeah, I don't need a naked picture of myself on the internet.
