It started the night before. We were both horny because of our oncoming adventure in a hotel. The next day we would be off from work and at the end of the morning we would leave to check into our room at the hotel. The room was available from 2pm, and we wanted to be in it by then so we could make the most of our time there.
In bed the night before I snuggled close to Master T. He lightly played with my nipples. His touch grew firmer. Sometimes I winced when he unexpectedly pinched harder. Soon I wanted Him to pinch me harder. A slight tingle started between my legs. No, it wasn’t a slight tingle. It was a full-blown horny feeling. So much so that I thought I might climax. I pushed the thought away. I did not think this was really possible. Not for me. To climax I really needed more stimulation than only my nipples. Master T. soon stopped, telling me to go to sleep because the next day would be a tiring one. I was still very horny when I closed my eyes, but the feeling of an oncoming orgasm subsided.
The next afternoon in our hotel room, after the first series of my orgasms, we sat on the couch next to each other, having a drink. Again I snuggled up close to Master T. He put his glass down, put his one arm around me and took hold of both my nipples – on in each hand. Softly he started to pinch me. Gradually the pinches grew harder. Again I felt the tingle between my legs – the same as I have felt the night before. I let the feeling build, still not believing that I might climax from only the stimulation of my nipples.
“I don’t know if it’s possible, Sir, but it almost feels as if I might climax from only the pinching of my nipples,” I mentioned to Master T.
“mmmm now that sounds delicious,” He smiled and pinched harder.
I looked down at my nipples, seeing them between his thumbs and forefingers, seeing the white of my nipples as he pinched me hard and feeling the delicious pain that went with it. The feeling between my legs grew stronger. I was soaking wet.
I spread my legs and closed them again, pressed them together. Spread them again and closed them again. My nipples hurt but I wanted them to hurt even more. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his hands, feeling his grip tighten on my nipples. Glancing down, my nipples seemed to have lost all color as he held them firmly and rolled them between his fingers, hurting me. Intensifying the heavenly feeling between my legs.
“Cum for me,” He whispered. Seconds later I climaxed. I was in awe. I never thought it was possible, but I certainly did climax without Him or me touching my pussy. Without any other stimulation than the pinching and hurting of my nipples. His fingers did not stop. The hurt continued; the feeling between my legs was still alive. Soon another orgasm followed. And still he continued the pinching. Each orgasm seemed to be stronger than the previous one. And after each orgasm I had this intense feeling that I wanted more. I did not want Him to stop.
I have no idea how many orgasms I had by the time He eventually stopped, but my pussy was moist and glistening from those orgasms and I do remember that I had a huge smile on my face. My nipples were sensitive, maybe even bruised, but even that was a wonderful feeling. Later that day some more nipple torture followed, but that is a story for another blogpost.
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