“Hurt Her Tits” Night
We were talking about the (sadistic) pleasures of breast spanking, were we not? Well, let’s talk about them some more! Here’s Tora:
He started with a harness. Nothing makes a sadist happier than perky targets! It was tight enough to restrict some arm movement, but He wasn’t nice enough to fully bind me. Oh no. Let’s not be nice and make her stay still. No, lets leave her free range and force her to stand still for all the upcoming hurtage.
Next came the warm up. Warmup for the tits was grabbing, pinching, kneading, making sure the nipples were still firmly super-glued to my boobs. That didn’t last very long.
He moved on to the main course, which started out with the crop. Thwap. Thwap. Back and forth, side to side, laying a good hit or two on each nip. He mocked me, asking if I would have been better of with a blindfold, laughing at me as I fought to *not* block the targets with my hands. Thwap. Thwap.
And out came the rubber whip thingy.
There’s a lot more, with a rubber whip and clover clamps. And pictures of her sore tits. Plus aftercare:
Aftercare consisted of me sucking His dick for a while.
The best quote was this:
“I stood still and shook like a brain-damaged chihuahua”
Hahahah. But seriously, a fantastic bit of writing. I love hearing about the inner struggle as my sub is also goes through similar thoughts.
-Poi