I don’t think this come as a surprise: I love my nipples.
Whenever I look at those two tiny parts of my body, positive feelings instantly flood through me, my nipples are beautiful and round and in perfect proportion with my not-so-big breasts. When not erect, they are still beautiful, but in their erect form I love them even more. Touching them, rolling them softly between my fingers – that’s magical.
I have written about my nipples quite a lot before. About how we discovered nipple torture and by accident discovered that I can orgasm when I have my nipples stimulated, in a painful manner. At night, in bed, I wish Master T would pinch my nipples, because it makes me happy when he gives attention to my nipples.
My nipples are not always sensitive to touch. Sometimes, when they are not erect, there’s almost no feeling in them at all. So much so that when Master T is licking them, I wonder if he’s actually doing it because I feel nothing. To ‘solve this problem’, a harsher approach is needed. Not that I ever want pain to be instant, like when clamps are put on my nipples, but it’s needed to stimulate my nipples through pinching. What I like best is when Master T takes my nipples between his fingers, one after the other, and he rolls them between his fingers, increasing the pressure ever so slightly. My nipples get harder and more sensitive and soon I will be craving an even harsher touch. I will want him to pinch harder and soon I will feel that familiar connection with my pussy. It builds and builds until I ask permission to orgasm, only by stimulation through my nipples.
It’s not like Master T can just pinch my nipples five times each and I will climax. Oh no, there’s a definite build-up to that orgasm and it takes patience to get there. Sometimes he will work my nipples, really taking his time and the orgasm will just not happen. I will squirm and be aroused and wet, but the orgasm only through nipple stimulation is never a guarantee.
Sometimes during our sessions, mostly after a couple of orgasms and with minimal nipple play, I start craving pain. Not any kind of pain, but I want my nipples hurt. I hate myself every time I do, but I cannot help myself: I ask for the nipple clamps. The moment they are on, I want them off, but of course, Master T never agrees to this. And I have to admit, they do enhance my orgasms. I hate it when the clamps come off and feel very sorry for my nipples that they have tiny dents in them and hurt for quite some time after. At that moment I vow never to ask for the clamps again… ha! Famous last words!
Is nipple play a kink of ours? Definitely yes! I love my nipples and I love that they give me – and Master T – so much pleasure!
© Rebel’s Notes