1. Never work late


    Date: 3/19/2017, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Author: catherine-belmont, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    a quick tear and I am now naked, bound and spread, to be used any way you desire. The humiliation of being so obscenely displayed in front of another person is the worst. You reach over to an ominous bag that you have brought and the fear in me increases as you pull out a pair of gleaming, shiny nipple clamps. I try to block out wondering what other instruments of torture you have in there. I had seen such clamps before and knew the tiny teeth that would soon bite painfully into my sensitive nipples. My nipples have always been sensitive. They would get erect at the slightest breeze and silk tops always made them stand out hard, a continual source of embarrassment to me. “You must be punished for being such a whore,” you state. “Please, please don’t do that, I’m a good girl. I’m still a virgin. Please don’t hurt me. Let me go and I wouldn’t even tell anyone you have been here,” I cry out, tears running down my face. “I love making girls like you scream in pain. Wait until I fuck you, I love to fuck virgins. The sounds they make as you tear into them. Wait until you feel my cock push deep into your asshole. Or down into your throat. You will keep me hard for a long time and my cock will keep you screaming for a long time.” Your hands reach down to my nipples, plucking at each tip, pulling and probing them, making them harder as my ass grinds on the table, trying to escape. You pull my breasts using my nipples as grips, stretching them from my chest, my nipples now over two ...
    inches long, the dark brown tips now a pale brown as they are elongated. I moan in pain as you grip tighter, not wanting to release them. You suddenly let one go, the other still pulled far from my body. Your free hand now moves quickly and slaps it, the pain in my nipple increases as you refuse to let it go. “OOOOOWWWW, oh, god, that hurts, please no more,” I cry, but I only see a smile on your face beneath the mask. I gasp as your other hand moves again, this time catching my breast underneath, your fingers tugged relentlessly on my nipple, burning pain shooting through my tender breast. “OOOHH, no more.” You release my nipple, my breast bouncing back down, the nipple now swollen and inflamed from the rough treatment. The clamp is back in your hand again and I brace for the pain. I thought it would be bad, but it was so much worse then I expected. No one should be f***ed to receive such excruciating pain. It started at my nipple and drove through my breast and felt like it traveled up my spine until it reached my brain. It tore a scream from my throat. “AAAAGGGHHH, GGGOOOODDD, noooo, please take it off,” shaking my breasts as best as I could in the tight bondage. That only increased the pain as you held onto the clamp, my nipple trapped beneath it, the tiny teeth feeling like an a****l chewing on it. “GGGGHHH,” trying to catch a breath of air into my lungs, my chest heaving. My nipple finally went from excruciating pain to a dull ache that continued. My breathing returned to ...
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