AI art by me

I’ve written this for another script to send Selene but wanted to go ahead and share it as a story, too. We’ll see if she does it. 😉

I stared at the two silver contraptions on the counter.  I began to wonder who in the world had ever decided or designed such horrid torture devices as Clover Clamps for nipples?  It had to be a man.  I just had to be!  No woman would do this to her own sex, would she?

My hand trembled slightly as I reached up to place my phone where it would take the best shot of this because I genuinely didn’t want to need to repeat it!  No, please, no, Sir? I begged in my mind.  This was my own fault.  I was the one who had begged for clamps this morning.

I didn’t matter that Sir was out of the country.  He’d texted for me to pinch and twist them a good morning from him.  As I did so, I ached, and then they ached to be appropriately abused.  When I had begged for clamps, he’d wickedly asked which ones?  

I knew which ones he wanted me to use, and so did my traitorous nipples, who clamoured for the Clovers!  Then came his instructions or commands:

Place them on at the same time for a nice stereo effect!  Keep them on for 30 seconds, then you may remove them.  Video all of it and send.

I’d wanted to protest, to complain, to whine, but knew I couldn’t.  No, it was more that I wouldn’t.  I was his to command, his toy, his sweet piece, and he expected better from me.  I knew it and knew he knew it.  It hadn’t been difficult to prepare, as I never wore a bra anyway.  With my perky girls, I didn’t need a bra.  

Starting the recording, I lowered my hands to the clamps and picked them up.  Slowly, I put one around each of my large nipples and waited until I knew they’d be secure once I let go.  Could I…would I let go?  I looked up at the phone and knew he’d be watching.  He’d love my tormented face right now.  Sir was a sadist without many peers.

I let go, and twin stars exploded in fire at my breasts!  Oh, God!  It felt like two burning lasers were boring a hole in my nipples; it hurt so bad and so intensely.  I dropped my hands before I became tempted to tear them off!

“Oh, God!” I gasped and could hardly breathe.  Faintly, I remembered to start my count….One…Two…Three…

He expected me to keep track of the numbers while being tortured like this?  Of course, he did.  I swore I would not disappoint him…or myself.  Moving around only made it worse as the chain between them flopped around and pushed the clamps slightly.  Slightly was all it took!  New pain, new lashes of fire burning through my sensitive parts.

The seconds moved so very slowly as I counted.  Focusing my eyes on the camera, I let them beg him for mercy that I knew would not be there.  He’d enjoy my vulnerable state right now.  He’d love me begging.

“Please…” It escaped from me before I could stop it.

I grimaced at my own weakness but felt it bubbling to the top again.  “Please, Sir…PLEASE, Master?  Please, no more?” I begged with my whole heart now.  There was no way he could answer me, and I already knew that, but it didn’t stop me from begging without shame.

“Oh, pleeeeasse, Sir? NO more?” By my count, I still had fifteen seconds to go!  I wasn’t sure I’d make it.  I had to make it or experience his disappointment in me.  I hated not to please him!  A subby’s curse and blessing.

It was finally time to take them off, so I did so and experienced the excruciating sensation of the blood rushing into them now.  I tried so very hard not to swear since I wasn’t allowed.  I did NOT need a soaped mouth or a spanked bottom to go with it!  I could still taste the soap from my last little setback.  Tears sprang from my eyes, and I didn’t try to hide them since my wicked, sadist lover would enjoy them too much to keep them to myself. They trickled down my cheeks as the throbbing began to lessen…a little.

One last thing to do.  I raised each clamp to my lips and tenderly kissed the instruments of my torture.  “Thank you, Sir,” I said to the camera and to the twisted mind of the man I loved and who owned every inch of me.  I even managed to give him a small smile as I shut off the recording.

I sent it to him as I decided quickly to go topless for a few minutes as I walked around the house.  An idea popped into my mind, but I couldn’t do it without permission, and I hadn’t heard back from him yet.

My phone sounded.

Beautifully done, my needy little slut.  I’m so proud.  

He even included emojis, which was rare for him.  His praise made heat blossom in my core as it radiated through my whole body.  Yes, I moaned softly at his approval and felt proud of myself for making my master happy.  Oh, I said I was his submissive more often, but we both knew I was his slave as much as anything else.  I could not tell him no.  I was fortunate enough that he didn’t take too much advantage of it!

Time to ice them, don’t you think?  He added a moment later.

I moaned once more in complete pleasure.  He’d read my mind, once again.  I raced to the kitchen and opened the freezer to extract two ice cubes, which I immediately pressed to my abused nipples.  

I gasped at the cold but rubbed around and soon felt the cool numbing effect.  It was so delightful and sent me into a euphoric high.  My legs trembled, and I moved to sit down quickly before I fell down.  I felt such peace now, and I was also so thoroughly owned by him, even though we were thousands of miles apart.  His power was just that strong over me!

My pussy was throbbing now and I wanted to come but we forbidden to do so until he returned in three days.  A new idea occurred to me. I grinned and dictated into the phone:

Sir, please, please, may I put the Egg inside for you to play with me, pretty please?   I begged fervently.

He knew how I hated to use that phrase: ‘pretty please? ‘

For goodness’ sake, I had a PhD in psychology.  I was a psychologist!  I intimidated the hell out of most men I worked with or helped.  I knew that my beauty, combined with my strong personality, made it so that people never suspected what I was honestly like inside.  

I often told myself it was only for the right man.  Only he could turn me into the quivering, obedient, pain-cum-fuck slut I was for him: fiercely loyal and incedibly submissive under his touch!  

You may.  You earned it for such quick and thorough obedience.  Good girls get good things, my love. He sent a heart emoji, and I melted.

Now, I was racing into our closet to get the vibrating Egg that I could place into either hole, but I knew which one he preferred I use.  My ass was totally and completel his!  Using the lube, I quickly readied myself and the vibrator, then, as a treat for him, I got my phone back out.

On all fours, I fucked myself slowly with the Egg as I begged him for more and nearly came just from doing it as it slowly began absorbed deeply into me.  

I sent the video with the line: It’s in, Master. 

Yes, I was feeling just that submissive right now.  Completely naked, I knelt on the floor and waited and waited.  He loved to make me be patient for it.  Experience had taught me not to trust walking until after the first few bursts, and I got more used to it.  

“Mmmnnnhhhh!” I groaned.  He’d begun the vibration using his phone app.  It was strong, as he usually did, to start, and I dropped to all fours once more at the feeling of it.  I wanted to writhe on the floor but abstained.  A girl had to have some lines, didn’t she?  Didn’t she??

“Oh GOD,” I exclaimed as he turned it into a bursting, staccato rhythm in my dripping pussy!  “Fuck this.” I whimpered and now I writhed on the floor, but kept the phone in my hand.  

With what little brain power I still had left, I clutched my phone and called him with FaceTime.  I prayed he could and would answer me.

It connected, and I saw, to my blushing horror, he was at a bar!  The noise around him was intense until he put in his AirPods, and it all went away.

“Something you need, Kitten?” He asked with a grin.

I gave him my best glare, which we both knew meant very little between us, and growled.  “Pllleeeeeeasssseeee…..”

He frowned in mock confusion.  “Please?  Please, what? I can’t tell what you’re asking for?” He began to slowly reach his finger to the screen, as if to adjust the vibration once more.  

“Ohhh, dear God!! Please, Master, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…” I babbled as I was coming undone from his sweet, sadistic skills.

“Words.” He returned.

I hadn’t said it!  Damn it!!  “Pleeeeaseee, may I come, pleeeeeease?” I felt the tears begin to form in my eyes, and let him see them up close.

“Yes, Love, you may.” He murmured.

“THANK GOD!!” I cried out and let it happen.  As I bucked and rolled on the carpet, I was aware I was going to have nice, naughty rug burns on my ass from my orgasm dance.  I’d show him later…I knew I would.

“Good girl.” He whispered as I came slowly down into that lovely afterglow.

I purred for him.  Honestly, I purrrrrrred for him.  “Love you, My Master.” I sighed in relief.  “May I beg to share a drink with you?”

He tipped his glass to me.  “Sure.”

We chatted for a short time.  I, naked and radiating satisfaction, was on the floor of our closet.  Him, dressed well and sipping a favorite drink as he talked to his wicked whore, his porn princess, his sweet cunning cunt, me.  I loved our relationship.  I loved him.  I told him so several times before he hung up.  He always had to be the one to hang up.  I couldn’t do it.  I just…couldn’t.

I slept well that night and not alone.  I felt him all over my body and inside of me from our fun.  This was why I was who and what I was for him.  He knew how to do this to me, or…more honestly, how to make me do it to myself for his pleasure and mine.