Nipples are Naked without a Good Set of Clamps!

I know there is often a bit of a focus on the ass in my blogs. It would be misleading to leave you thinking that this is all a focus on. As I have admitted, it is primary and if I have only enough time for one activity before sex it would be some kind of whipping, spanking, paddling, caning or other similar punishment. Nevertheless, I love nipple punishment, tit torture, whatever you like to call it. From clothes pins to tight clamps, adjustable clamps and beyond, it's important for those entering submission to know what we are going to do to their lovely breasts. I want to talk about the things I have done, the things my slaves have enjoyed, the things other slaves have asked me for and the things that I know have gone on with other people. I will talk about some activities that I am not looking to do or I have at least not done yet. There is a woman in Germany that first contacted me when she saw my profile and maybe I will get to tell you about her, and what she has to say, or maybe she will, at some later point.
My first experience with nipple punishment was with clothespins. It was with M, soon after to be followed by more severe experiences with K. But M was definitely my first and it started with clothespins before going far beyond. Before I ever did anything with submissive women I had years of fantasies. I used to imagine everything from pinching and squeezing nipples, putting clothespins on them, putting pins in them and into breasts, and twisting nipples with pliers. Once I saw M was submissive and into pain, I went and bought some clothespins. I have to admit, having no experience; I tried them on my nipples first. It didn't hurt much at first but as time went on they began to hurt more. I decided I'd had enough, after all I wasn't looking for pain, I was looking to bestow it on others. When I took them off it hurt a lot! I was unprepared for that unexpected jolt of pain. I learned a lot from that experience about what I was going to be doing with the women in my life. I knew I was going to bring clothespins with me the next time I saw M, but the question was how long could I leave them on her nipples, how long should I leave them on, and how would she react when I pulled them off and they hurt even more. I decided to see how it went as it went along. Two nights later, with M naked, her hands tied behind her back and her ass red from a spanking, her eyes were closed as they often were from a mix of excitement, passion, pain and fear. I went behind her and got the clothespins and then started to massage her nipples from behind. I started to squeeze and twist them harder and harder as I often did. Moaning and breathing heavy I could tell she was enjoying the nipple pain. I came around in front of her and placed one clothespin on each nipple and she did not open her eyes but she smiled a little bit. I untied her hands from behind her back, pushed her until she was lying on her back, and then retied her hands over her head to part of the bed frame. Then I positioned myself between her legs and started eating her soaking wet delicious pussy. While eating her pussy I reached up blindly until I found the clothespins on her nipples and started to manipulate and twist the clothespins. She moaned and writhed in a combination of pleasure and pain that was clearly written across her face. I could tell she was getting ready to cum and I planned to pull the clothespins off right at the moment of orgasm, so as she started to gyrate her hips and scream aloud, I knew she was cumming and I yanked off the clips. The pain that shot through her nipples was transmitted directly to her pussy and centered right in her clit because it send her orgasm into the stratosphere and she started screaming near the top of her lungs. I knew right then and there that I had a new nipple torture convert. Later we would discuss that the pain at the moment of orgasm served to magnify the orgasm incredibly! Despite this tame beginning M would prove to be one of the two slaves that could handle the most nipple torture. For slave S the extent she's able to take of nipple punishment is moderate. We started with clothespins but now have a variety of adjustable clamps, though she's only able to handle moderate pain to her nipples. When I adjust them tighter it is clear there's only so far I can go before it ceases to be erotic in any form for her. Most of the time I put on the Japanese Clover clamps and will pull on them which increases the intensity, and urges her to move forward, say, with my cock in her mouth. If I'm going to hang weights from those clamps on S, they can't be too heavy, not the several pounds that M or K could handle. When I first used adjustable clamps with M, I had her sitting on the punishment chair, her hands tied behind her back, with a pretty thick long rubber cock up her asshole (since we had not tried thumbtacks yet I had her sitting on a few small rubber jacks, the kind from the game, instead). They were pointy and very uncomfortable but would not puncture the skin. Then I asked M: “What should I do to your nipples, slave?” And she responded, “whatever you want to do Master,” then she paused, and continued, “Please hurt my nipples, Master.” I then put the clamps on her nipples. As I mentioned she will often keep her eyes closed during these experiences but I can tell from the expression on her face often how much pain she's experiencing and generally what she's thinking. Since she had already relaxed and was dealing with the pain in her ass and asshole I could see from her expression that she did not find the clamps very painful. That was how I had set them, because I was looking forward to watching her expression as I slowly adjusted each clamp tighter. I began with her right nipple, and began to slowly tighten the clamp. She could feel my hands against her breast and could feel that I was manipulating the clamp but I don't remember if she definitely knew ahead of time that these clamps were adjustable. However, from the expression on her face, I could see she was quickly realizing that these were adjustable and that I was beginning to make them tighter. She took a deep breath and I could see her lips get tighter as she steeled herself for the pain to come. During a lot of punishment M is a screamer and grunter and so I expected a reaction like that. However, those reactions I usually get from severe ass beatings or large things being inserted up her ass. During this particular point in our time together this was probably the most severe treatment her nipples had experienced. SHe was breathing heavy, keeping her mouth tight and then finally exclaimed: “oh that hurts so much!” as a couple of tears dripped down her cheeks. I decided to use that as my guide that she reached enough pain, and switched to the other nipple and clamp and began to tighten that one. Knowing that I stopped when she exclaimed that, I wondered if she was now going to say something similar a little earlier in the process before her nipple hurt as much as the other. But M. was an excellent slave and true to her submissive form, she took the tightening until the tears slowly streamed down her cheeks again, and this time exclaimed: “oh master, that hurts so much!” and I stopped tightening that one . There she was, sitting there in pain, eyes tightly shut, tears on her cheeks and breathing heavily. I wiped away her tears and then I loosened each clamp about a half a turn. I could see from her expression she was surprised that whatever adjustment I had just made did not tighten them any further or make it hurt any more, though with such a small adjustment I don't know if she felt much relief. I did that because at the time I felt we had reached the limit and since I knew I was about to twist the clamps which was going to be very painful, so I wanted to give her a little room in her pain tolerance. After those half turn adjustments I grabbed both clamps and began to twist them back and forth slowly. Now I heard grunts and moans and then as I twisted them faster and in almost complete circles--- small screams and screeches. I reached my hand down between her legs and started to massage her pussy, firmly stroking her clit, and seconds after that she was back to being very wet. Sometimes with M., who was wet almost nonstop during punishment, humiliation and submission, there were times during the most severe punishment where her excitement was overshadowed by her body's need to react to the pain. Nevertheless, it took very little time playing with her pussy to enable her body to refocus on her excitement and make her pussy soaking wet again. “Do you think I've hurt your nipples enough slave?” As I was still twisting the clamps she managed to gasp out “whatever you think, Master”. “I don't think I have slave. So what you have to say to that?” She responded, “please master hurt my nipples some more.” “Slave, I'm not sure I made these clamps tight enough, what do you think?” She took a deep breath, paused, and with her eyes tightly shut responded: “please master, tighten the clamps some more.” Hearing this, my cock was rock hard, though in truth it already was. I think I was testing her submission more than her ability to suffer the pain, because I was not really interested in tightening the clamps anymore as I knew her nipples were in agony. I wasn't prepared to let her know this yet, so instead I said: “you'll have to do better than that slave. Beg me to tighten the clamps and hurt your nipples and you'd better be convincing or I will find something much bigger to shove up your asshole.” “Please master,” she begged, “please hurt my nipples, please tighten the clamps and make me scream and beg for mercy, tighten them and twist them until I can’t possibly stand it anymore and then tighten them some more because some bitch slave and you can do whatever you want.” Hearing all of that I couldn't take it anymore and needed to use my slave in another way! I grabbed the clamps, squeezed their release and pulled them both off as she screamed. I wondered, since her nipples were in so much pain to begin with, how much more they could hurt when I pulled them off and she got that increase in pain from the blood rushing back into her nipples.( I asked her later and all she could say was it definitely hurt more when I pulled them off then it was hurting seconds before). I knelt down and began to tongue and suck her pretty little nipples. I knew at this point they were so sensitive that even my licking, kissing and sucking had to be agony. It was exciting to be able to show them such tender attention and still know my slave was bearing the pain for her master. While I was doing this they reached behind her and unhooked her wrist cuffs from being locked together. I stood up and backed up and told her to get off the chair. She slowly began to rise and they could see that the rubber jacks were clinging to her ass. Slowly she rose as inch after inch of the big fat rubber cock slid out of her asshole. I checked the cock and it was clean. Two of the Jacks had already fallen off of her and I pulled the other to off of her ass. “On your knees and clean that rubber cock!” I commanded. She turned towards the punishment chair, knelt down and began to lick the big rubber cock that had been up her ass. One she'd licked the thing completely she then began to suck on it, and deep throat it as I had taught her to do when she's cleaning my cock. “That’s enough!” I commanded. “On your back on the bed.” I demanded. She got on the bed and I began to fuck her. We fucked like that for very long time. We would change positions sometimes, I would rub her clit, or stop to eat her pussy for a while. She came three or four times but I was holding back. I stood up next to the bed and told her to get on her knees on the floor. I grabbed her nipples and squeezed and they were obviously still very sensitive after what they’d gone through earlier. "Clean your pussy of my cock!" I commanded. She licked my cock and balls completely before starting to deep throat me. I pushed her way and turned around, “now clean my asshole bitch!” She kissed my ass a bit before spreading my cheeks and working her tongue around my asshole, and then deeply into it. Then I moved away from her and demanded, "any hands and knees on the bed whore!” She did as she was told, and after two or three thrusts into her pussy for lubrication I shoved my cock hard and deep into her asshole. It didn't take long to feel like I was going to shoot my load, so I pulled out and checked my cock as I walked around to her face. I grabbed her hair and held her head tight and looked into her eyes and commanded her to clean my cock again. As soon as her mouth was wrapped around my cock I felt like I was going to cum, but I didn't feel like standing when I did. I pushed her off my cock and sat on the edge of the bed and told her to get on the floor and crawl around to me and to kneel between my legs. When she was positioned I said, “start by licking my balls and then get to sucking in my cock, make me shoot a big load in your mouth! Deep throat me all you want to get me to cum, but you make sure when I start shooting, I'm shooting my load in your mouth and not your throat. I want to make sure it's all over your tongue and that you taste every drop of my cum. Then make sure to keep sucking to get every drop out of my cock. I want my balls completely drained before I feel your mouth leave my cock, understand slave?”
“Yes master I understand. I will suck your cock like the slave whore I am and suck and swallow just as you command. I will be your perfect cock sucking bitch whore master.” (It took a long time for M to learn how I wanted her to speak, and M was often too shy to do it, and even when she did it well, like this, there was often a distinct lack of emotion in what she was saying, but it was exciting nevertheless because I knew she was only able to make herself say these things because she knew it pleased me, and she was probably fearful of how I would punish her if she did not. Often she would not speak as I liked because she was too embarrassed and accept her punishment, but on days like this, when her nipples could not stand anymore pain, her asshole was already sore and stretched and though not whipped, caned or paddled this time, her ass was no doubt sore from sitting so long on those pointy jacks, she probably could not even imagine handling one more painful punishment! I have to admit that of all the submissive girls I have known, so far the very best at giving head were M and slave S. They were both pretty equal, with M getting the nod for stamina, but S could accept a hard, deep and long throat fucking; something M could not. No one could get their face and throat fucked harder or longer than S and unlike the girls on the internet, there was no gagging or choking! But no one could lick, suck and show ingenuity, energy and eagerness like M when she was giving a blowjob! That was an amazing finish to an incredible afternoon together! For more advanced experiences in nipple punishment you will have to wait for a related post coming soon to the sister blog: Training of Submissives.