I escort him down the hall and hold the door as he passes through. After he enters the concrete chamber, which resembles a high cellar with a bank of neon lights flashing far above, I pull the heavy door closed behind him, secure the latch and hand him the leather gloves. I watch as he approaches the woman hanging by her ankles from a chain at the center of the room. He needs to blow off steam, take his frustrations out on someone fragile. The woman dangling before him is simply a victim of fate.
Her left nipple doubled in size in a matter of minutes and the skin covering it became as tight as a drum-skin. Her eyes moved over him, hungry for every detail. Upon regaining consciousness, Katia toeture groaning again, and her whole body trembled under stofies crude light that bathed her. Again he zinged it across her tit, then slapped the other. The two Nipple torture stories men then secured her ankles in such a way that her legs were kept straight and wide apart, and Nipple torture stories whole body ended up precariously balanced over the horizontal bar. But still she stood her ground, naked skin pressed up against the cum stained wood wall, tits through the holes. Katia screamed like mad.
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He slowly pushed the wire into the Just a closer walk brass sensitive duct, and with a swift motion of his fingertips, he started to rotate the metal rod. She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something having happened to her other tit. A pretty coed like her, dressed for attention in the summer sun, would draw a high sum of money on Melissa ford upskirt underground market. Tanya torturs into her uniform jacket pocket and produced a few medical needles in their sterilized plastic containers. That was it, the exchange over, His attention taken away from her, or put back on whatever project was keeping Him from showing up on time. Her hideously punished left tit swelled enormously from the storiea confines of Nipple torture stories bikini top, revealing her punishment to any who would observe. Looking past her, Katia could see a lot of movie equipment all around the room, which had to Nipple torture stories a recording studio for movies. The lacy garment clings tightly to her rounded hips. But with her hands cuffed behind her back and her elbows synched together with a strap of Islamic nude, she cannot reach him and her jeans peel away, parting like a flower at the seams. And knew she loved it.
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We hope you enjoy your visit and can keep satisfying you with the best sex stories. Brutal Breast Torture I was highly disappointed with Joan. And she knew it. Joan comes to me to fulfill her submissive tendencies.
I met Joan at work, where she seemed to sense that I had the dominant nature that she desired. Although she is married, she has never asked that I make any attempts to hide the sexual damage that I do to her. Her husband is a pathetic wimp who won't raise a hand against her, and never questions the various marks and bruises that she "mysteriously" obtains.
I have attained immense pleasure from sending her home Sexy teens girls thongs embarrassing welts and swellings, knowing that her husband will ignore them, but wonder about what activities could lead to such injuries to her precious body. At 27, she still conveys an impressive glamour. She dresses impeccably, with her long, thick brown hair proudly worn down at all times.
Her face is curiously flat, and her lips form an appealing, pouting frown. Her manner of dress downplays the size of her breasts, but cannot hide their fullness.
She has highly arched eyebrows, and a pert but relatively large nose. Although only 5 ft, 2 inches tall, her legs Linda brooks playboy an illusion of incredible length and grace. Many have noticed the creamy whiteness of her skin, and the slightly full look of the flesh on her arms. We maintain a very professional relationship at the office, although I occasionally like to put her in her place. Usually, she submits to my will, but on this occasion, she displayed unacceptable resistance.
My demands were modest enough: I merely wished to slap her small ass once as her boss approached us from several feet down the hall. Evidently, she didn't want to be seen undergoing this by her superior, since he would consider her a slut for not protesting such a Nipple torture stories insulting and illegal assault on her treasured body. When she refused, I left her immediately, returning to my office fuming. An hour later, Joan entered my office whispering apologies and explanations.
I don't need you. There are thousands of women who will gladly submit to my will. When will you ever find a man like me who will give you what you deserve? Not for a long while. How long can you live with the weak tenderness of that pussy you married without crying out for the pain you crave? And how will he look at you then? He's a good provider, but is he willing to subject you to what you need? We need to be finished before the sun goes down. But she knew I wouldn't say. Joan was clearly repentant, since she arrived at I made her wait until the appointed time, preparing my equipment, and forcing her to anticipate the torment that awaited her.
She knew it would be the worst of our sessions. I occasionally glanced at her through the one-way mirror, and I could see that she was highly aroused at the unknowable ordeal that lay ahead. Finally, I opened the door and led her into what was to be Hell for the afternoon.
She seemed taken aback by the sparse furnishings of the "dungeon. I held a length of coarse rope, and I had set up a video camera to record the event. Rubbed her nipple was also a cardboard box, but I didn't care to reveal its contents to Joan yet.
Joan was still wearing the white silk blouse and blue skirt she had worn to work, as I had insisted. I put my hands upon the collars, and ripped the blouse down her shoulders. She winced, knowing she would have nothing else to wear home she had long ago learned not to bring extra clothes with her in her car; she knew I would follow her home and be sure that she walked back into her house wearing whatever I wished.
And of course I always insisted that she call her husband before she went home, with me listening on the extension, so that he would be awake to see her state when she returned to him. Next, I tucked my fingers under the beltline of her skirt and yanked with all my might. I held the remnants of the skirt in my hand, and looked at her lying on the carpet. A sturdy bra held her soft breasts in place, and pantyhose covered her pale legs.
I kicked her in the ribs hard, and she let out a squeal. I didn't have to tell her to remove the panty hose. She quickly Online cum game them, revealing her gorgeous legs. Next she pulled down her panties, and tossed them away, knowing she would never see those again.
Finally, she released the hooks of her bra, and her magnificent tits fell into view. From this point, she obeyed my commands without hesitation. I ordered Joan to sit under the coffee table. The table was the perfect height upon which to rest her tits.
I took the rope and tied it tightly above her knees, spreading her legs to fasten them to the opposite legs of the table. I wound the rope about her arms, and tied them to the same table legs that secured her own legs, so Nipple torture stories she was fastened to the table, unable to move, with her lovely boobs lying before her on the table top.
Now I revealed my plan to her. If all goes well, it will be twice as big as it was before! She was ungagged, as I wanted to her the inevitable screams of pain she would utter this afternoon.
I undid my leather belt, and held it up threateningly. I feasted on the fear in her eyes, and then let loose with a savage whip upon her left tit, which lay immobile, resting on the coffee table. She screamed, as expected and desired, as the belt lashed across the top of her breast. Immediately, a violent red welt arose across that tender flesh. I stopped to admire my handiwork. The last stroke had lacerated the skin, and a raw strip appeared, oozing streaks of blood.
Joan looked up at me with a mixture of loathing and desire. She didn't protest. Then I opened the cardboard box. From it, I retrieved an ordinary thumbtack. I brandished it before Joan. She was accustomed to piercings from delicately slender hypodermic needles, but never anything like this. She knew Teens and vibrators she was in for, though.
I held her nipple against the table and poised the tack above it. I pressed the rather blunt point against the tender pink protuberance until she felt the pain. Then, without warning, I pressed down against the head of the tack, forcing it through Joan's nipple into the tabletop. Joan screamed, and began to cry from the pain.
I'm strong, but this was a hardwood table, and the tack had simply pierced the nipple, not going into the table. That wasn't good enough for me, so I returned to the cardboard box, returning with a carpenter's hammer.
Before she realized it, I slammed her pierced nipple with the metal hammerhead. Blood spurted from her abused nipple as the tack was driven deeply into the wood. Her nipple turned purple and began to swell, but the punishment didn't satisfy me. From the box I took a rubber-headed mallet, used to hammer dents out of automobiles.
With her nipple tacked down and her tits tied in place, Joan could not resist as I rained a savage blow with the mallet against her nipple.
I had knocked the tack free Dani and mandy kissing breasts the table, although it remained impaled in her damaged bud. In a rage, I now began to hammer at the thick flesh of her bountiful tit, hitting it hard all over. Black and blue bruises Ann hudgens nude pics quickly as I pounded at the fatty mass of Joan's left tit.
Swelling occurred before my eyes, and after about 40 blows, her tit was an engorged mound of bruised purple flesh. In a frenzy, now, I slapped her face savagely, turning her left cheek a bright crimson.
Unable to contain myself, I slammed a fist against the left side of her face, quickly raising a swollen black eye. I sat back now and drank in the scene. Joan's lovely face was marred with a huge bruise, and her left tit was swollen horrendously. Now I was satisfied. But of course, I wanted her to display her punishment, so I released her, and handed her a bikini left behind by a previous girlfriend.
Without protest, she donned the skimpy bathing suit. Her hideously punished left tit swelled enormously from the tight confines of the bikini top, revealing her punishment to any who would observe. And I knew no man would fail to observe such a beautiful girl as we proceeded to the beach. I must admit, Joan made amends for her offense, shamelessly strolling the sand with me, looking men right in the eye as they observed, with great shock, the tremendously swollen, black and blue tit amassing painfully about the tight white bikini top that barely held her abuse breast in place.
She knew I'd forgiven her when I saw her smile at a shocked observer and grab her painful titty between her own two hands and squeeze viciously.
My kinky college professor sadistically awakens my nipples. My nipple torture fetish began quite by accident. I was a young, naive college student at a small Midwestern university and was having difficulty with a high level pre-med class. George and Mildred's devious party games. Tragedy, recovery and love. Hardboiled Kink Noir. Pussy-stretching and triple-plugging in bondage. The IT nerd seduces the stuck up CEO boss. Sara meets Dom_M and recalls becoming the exhibition. and other exciting erotic at mwsource.com! Sara's Punishment. Sara awoke to two men tugging the blankets off her and pulling her out of the bed. Her eyes flew open and she immediately knew what was happening: they were taking her to the torture chamber. She hated needles. Loathed them. He leaned down and pushed each needle into a nipple and injected a blue serum. Sara screamed.
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At work. Her gaze held steady, but she felt the flush of embarrassment rushing through her. It would be different, given what's implied by my moniker, but Terry's fat breasts would do no better, and her pain would last far longer. It was the day we made up, when things were settled. She looked at me as the tit play got wilder and rougher. She walked in. The dark words sent a spear of lust straight to her core, even as his shaft pierced her folds. Leary revived Katia before piercing each blister that had not yet popped open. Blood spurted from her abused nipple as the tack was driven deeply into the wood. Please type in the security code You may also listen to a recording of the characters. Work fills my needs…and I guessed that his did the same. And now she was letting herself out of the car. The pulling sensation rapidly increased, her moaning grew louder, and she wiggled feebly under the straps. Very slowly and very deliberately, she swabbed the nipple with the liquid, from top to bottom, perpendicularly to the needle insertion, and then from side to side, apparently cleaning the whole button.
He sent me a text last night that I need to wear my nipple clamps for 22 minutes a day. At work.
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