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Taboo Titty-Torturing: Chapter Eight- The Mysterious Masochist
11/13/2006 8:14 pm |
That night before bed, I decided to do some hardcore reading (wink, wink). The story I had picked to read got me very excited, and without realizing it I started playing with my nipples. The story was about a man breaking into a womans bedroom and torturing her titties and then slipping back into the night, identity unknown. The mystery intrigued me. I was squeezing, twisting, and pulling them. Sir quietly walked into the room behind me, I didnt hear him has he entered. He loomed behind me, peering over my shoulders at what I was doing. He waited until my body started shaking and I was on the verge of orgasm. He immediately reached his hands over my shoulders and slapped my hands from my tits. I blushed from being caught playing with myself. Sir took the story from my hands. He didnt say a word as he laid across my lap and ate his bedtime snack. It felt like he was sucking me extra harshly that night. Immediately after he finished feeding he applied my nipple suckers to my tits and sent me off to bed. I went straight to bed as ordered. I felt like a bad little girl, being punished by being sent to bed early. I laid in bed, not tired yet. I began thinking about the story I had been caught reading. My nipples plumped at the thought of an unknown person taking so much pleasure in causing pain to my breasts. Up until now all of the tit torture I had submitted to had been in the presence of someone I knew, while it excited me immensely, I missed that mystery factor. My pussy grew wetter and wetter as I thought about the story. I let out a loud, rip-roaring scream as I cummed, it amazed me that my orgasm was completely mental. I was sure Sir had heard my outburst and I knew I was probably in big trouble. I drifted off to sleep, hoping that would deter Sir from punishing me for being pleasured. Hours later I woke. I opened my eyes but my world was still dark. A blindfold was covering my eyes. I tried to move but couldnt. I tried to call out for help, but couldnt do that either. I was gagged and tied to the bed. My body shivered. This scene felt familiar, it was a scene from the story I read the night before. The only thing missing from the story was someone on top of me, putting my breasts through agonizing games. I laid there wondering what would happen. When I almost gave up on being tormented, a body mounted mine. The person began by massaging my big boobs in their hands, working their way towards my nipples. My nipples expanded in their hands. My pussy became excited, my clit swelled. When the stranger reached my nipples, they wrapped their fingers around them. They pulled my nipples from my body, tightening their grip on my puffy nipples. They let go of one nipple and used their free hand to bind my nipple with a rubber band, twisting the binder over and over again around my extended nipple. The stranger repeated the action to my other nipple. My nipples were protruding from my body, long and hard. They start licking the tips of my nipples. I moan and arch my back. The stranger doesnt like that Im receiving pleasure from the activities and immediately meets my nipples with harsh slaps. He dismounts me and I wonder was that it??? I hear something whistle through the air before THWACK! a paddle lands on my nipples. Several more blows from the paddle land straight across my tits. My whole breast is now bright red, with welts forming. The stranger clips several clothespins around my tit flesh, letting them bite into my skin. Minutes pass and the pain fades. The stranger then starts swinging at the clothespins with a cat-o-nine whip. At first it only pulls on the clothespins, making the bite marks deeper in my skin, and then the mystery person increases the harshness of each blow to my tits. The clothespins start flying off my breasts. He or she keeps swinging at my tits with the whip. The strands of leather on the whip fall on the bite marks from the clothespins, the sting intensifies. The stranger is merciless. After hours of torturing my tits; spanking, slapping, pinching, pulling, clamping, whipping, biting, licking, twisting and licking my aching globes of flesh. Each activity more brutal than the last. Then as quietly and mysteriously as the stranger came into my room, he (or she?) left. The blindfold was left on me but my restraints were removed. I didnt dare move, not sure the attack was over. I drifted into a state of sleep that was more of a survival tactic more than a rest. When I woke in the morning, the only evidence of the nights activities were the blindfold still draped over my eyes and the welts and bruises covering my breasts. My breasts were covered by a copy of the erotic story Sir had caught me reading. |
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