Remember that girl I played with the other night? The entire thing started off with her asking me to come over and bring my collection of nipple clamps. At some point that day, I asked her if there was anything else that she wanted me to bring. I ended up just bringing the kitchen sink. After we’d played, I asked if she was still interested in the nipple clamps, and she very much was. She has nipples that are on the smaller side, so it made it a little harder to get things situated, plus, I’m not the one who usually does this. During this time, I’m usually bound, gagged, and floating. I’ll admit, I wasn’t very polished with getting all of the clamps on. Mental Note: Don’t say “What the Fuck?” out loud – it tends to make your bottom skittish.
So, on I went, trying to get each set on just right. I started with a simple pair of wooden clothes pins. I don’t think those really spurred her, even when I thumped one of them. Unfortunately, it went flying end-over-end and almost hit her in the face. She was blindfolded. I know now what blindfolds are really for. It has nothing to do with sensory play – it’s so bottoms can’t see when tops fuck up. I was grateful she was wearing one. Just think… what if I had put out her eye?
She seemed uninspired with the wooden clothes pins. I couldn’t blame her. My next, and favorite set were the tweezers. I think these turned out to be her favorites, too. I slid the ring almost all the way too the top and her nipples turned a bright pink. I tugged on the chain a little. The noises she made were impossible not to love. Entertaining. They brought a really happy laugh from somewhere deep inside me, especially when I snatched both clamps off at the same time by the chain.
Part of me wished that I had on a pair myself. A part of me longed for the same pain that I was giving. During all of this craziness, that was one of the things that I struggled with the most. I wanted that pain. I didn’t know what to do with those feelings so – I shelved them.
The next set were the butterfly clamps. Those brought on a very heightened reaction. She slithered and twisted. She had to ask to get out of those early. Her already battered nipples just couldn’t stand the torment of the butterfly clamps. I pulled the right one off by the chain, s l o w l y and I thought she’d DIE, so the next one I squeezed and let her out of the sweet way. Hell, I guess I’m not all that bad. We went on with two failed attempts; the broad tipped clamps and my newest purchase, the Metal Worx Magnetic nipple clamps (I know – the review’s coming).
When the evening ended, we both realized that we’d had a good time. I’ll admit, I would have enjoyed sucking a bit more nipple, but taking it slow is always for the best. I think I need to practice clamping more nipples. I’m gladly accepting applications. Disclaimer: I’m rough on ‘em.