What’s a girl to do??
What happens when a slave’s pain tolerance and/or needs change yet Master’s remains the same?
I’ll tell ya what happens here.
The slave is fucked.
That’s what.
I used to be this huge nipple pain whore, right? I used to crave nipple pain. I’d make them bleed all by myself, not to mention what he could do to them.
Then one day, a couple few months ago I guess, my nipples, they changed! Seemingly overnight they went from hardened, calloused, greedy little (well, not so little actually) nubs of desire to chicken-shitted, inverted, over-sensitive pieces of worthless flesh.
I don’t know what happened.
They are, quite literally, raw nerves. The slightest flick has me climbing walls. I actually wear a bra now, on purpose, to keep my shirt from rubbing on them because I can’t stand the sensation.
It’s fingernails on a chalkboard, chewing on aluminum foil, 9-volt battery on the tongue, all at once, times ten.
So, of course Master is a nipple-tweaking freakazoid. I don’t get morning kisses or good bye hugs. I get morning tweaks and good bye pinches.
Now, I’ve told him several times that the nipples are broken and he just needs to leave them alone. And he nods and smiles and says “Okay, snooks.” and *tweaks* me as he does so.
Fucker.
I, when moving to within arm’s reach of him, subconsciously cup my hands over my tits now. He delights in pointing that out, tapping my hands and asking “Worried about something, cunt?” while grinning that grin that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.
And I look down, half-surprised to find my hands protectively covering the raw nerve of nipplehood and nod. “Well. Yes. Apparently I am.”
I dare say he’s enjoying this change a bit too much. There was a time when, during sex and hovering on the edge of orgasm, he’d have to twist and turn my nipples so much and so hard that his fingers would cramp and he’d snap at me. “Come already, you greedy cow!”
(Hee. Good times. *wistful sigh*)
Now, he need only breathe across them and I curl up like a frightened hedgehog.
But the worst? The very very worst part of this whole thing?
When he just holds his fingers up, forefinger and thumb in classic lobster-pinching readiness and says-
“Bring them here.”
Even as I stomp and pout and beg and ready myself for the upcoming climbing of the walls, I have to move forward and voluntarily place my nipples between his iron fingers.
Once there, as he smashes and twists and rolls them, pinning me in place by having already proven to me that should I try and pull away or dance out of reach he will only do it harder, quite literally until I drop to my knees and can’t breathe, and he laughs quite gleefully while I prance. And beg. And cuss.
Then he shows me the raging hard-on my whimpers bring him.
Because I am fucked.
I told you!
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Thursday June 4th, 2009 8:44am
I know what you mean. I don’t identify as a slave but I’m still fucked. I’ve explained and explained that he broke my bum, and he still tries to fuck it, the fucker. And he succeeds. “Then he shows me the raging hard-on my whimpers bring him.” Yeah. The worst thing is the raging hard-on is worse when it’s in your broken bum.
LOL
Broken bums are WAY worse than broken nipples.
Finally some smut again for those of us who need this type of thing. Now if we only had som pix to go with ……
Glad the rants are over for a while. (til next month) Guess you saved them up.
I can almost gaurantee to have pictures after the weekend. Almost. We’re going to a play party so assuming one of us remembers that we have a camera and that we should use it sometimes, I’ll have pictures.
:-)
Rants are done for at least another month, I promise.
Don’t worry. I have a camera too and am under strict orders to have it there and ready. :)
OMG. i could’ve written this. well, maybe not the “i used to be this mega nippleslut” part, but the rest of it.. i SO know what you mean about going towards him with my hands over my nipples. and you know, every time he looks at me and goes “do you think that’s going to help?” and i know it won’t. its instinctive. I know he’s going to hurt me, and its not good hurt. so they instinctively go there. and then he squeezes harder…
bastard.
no suggestions, no helpful hints. just empathy. TONS of empathy..
keth
xx
I LIKE rants – I think they’re excellent reads!
I have SUPER sensitive nipples – like you cannot TOUCH those babies when things first start out or I will climb the walls and not in a good way – BUT, get me aroused and you can do whatever you damn well please with them. They’re sorta like a barameter – guys always says they “can’t tell” when a woman is aroused- well the level of abuse my nipples can take is a good indicator.
and holding your hands over them? Kaya, Kaya, Kaya that’s like waving a red flag in his face!
You are soooo funny! I’m really, really glad to hear everything is going well with Jess. You’ll have your issues, but like you said in an earlier post, this too will bring you closer.
Just wanted to pop my head in and say Hi, it’s been a while. I think I told you, M and I are no longer together and it’s been a really strange transition. Feel like I’m growing up all over again, learning to make decisions for myself.
Take care of yourself girl and have a great day! Hopefully you’ll be able to turn off the furnace and pick some flowers soon!
~junebug
Hey, hey! I LUBS the rants! Feel free, go right ahead, any ol’ time.
I have sensitive stomach skin. And nipples. So Dan likes to very lightly stroke both while I’m sitting next to him. Like barely touching them. I squeal and shove his hand away, I can’t help it, and he grabs my hands/body and forces me to accept it.
It’s not being ticklish, it’s…I don’t know what. Hard to take. Weird. Especially the stomach skin; why on earth? Dunno.
But like ex-President Clinton, I feel your pain. ahahaha ;)
It sounds like a win for both of you! He doesn’t have to work so hard (and what Top doesn’t love that?!) and you can revel in the pain and his cruel erections! (Love “Then he shows me the raging hard-on my whimpers bring him”, BTW, it totally made things happen *down there* for me!)
Sounds like things are coming back to life, and I’m so happy for you! My Master does NOT want to play while he is healing from the accident, so things are firmly shut OFF for me for however long it takes the bone to heal and the physio-therapy to do its thing….
“cruel erections”.
Awesome. :)
I purposely make my slaves nipple sore for a couple days than have her come to my iron fingers. Oh I get that same look you probably gave and then I laugh just as hard. Oh well. such is the life of a slave.
Kaya,
What ever you do, don’t tell him about “Northwest Hunters” over on literotica. Three words. Rubber band wrapping.
Dave
Oh, he reads this? My bad. heh heh
From Master of kaya
Thanks Dave *wicked evil fricking grins*.
do you have a link for that?
It got removed from Literotica. I found some copies of various chapters in the cached google results because I was looking for it too.
From the below Author Page:
If you are wondering what happened to Northwest Hunters. I have taken it down off Literotica because I am currently getting it published. It will be available for ordering from my publisher in a few months. Keep checking back for how to order your own copy.
http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=899235&page=bio
Yowch – this just happened to me, too, so you have my deepest sympathies! I don’t know what happened to mine -they just woke up wussy one morning!
Honey, I gotta say you guys seem made for each other. That being said, hands in front of nipples? Red flag in front of bull. When you are around him and feeling vulnerable, do the Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz, disassociate, “there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home” and keep your hands down.
tooo funny.
Got that too. One word: hormones.
Let’s hope it passes.
Oh Kaya
I love it when you rant about smut *g*
I’m neither a nipple pain slut or wall crawler.
I’m somewhere in the middle…though it’s closer to pain slut at this point. I like to have them tweaked and pinched but then again, Penguin’s not a sadist so yeah…not really bothersome at all.
Does he get all “clinical” about it? My domly one brushes his hand over my nipples to get them to come out of hiding like he is looking for a vein and then locks his pincers on.
AND he has that grin that doesn’t reach his eyes.
We’re both fucked :)