1. Tawnya's Training, Chapter 2


    Date: 6/10/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: MasterJonathan, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    blue eyes, stormy now as he worked the flogger over my tightly bound tits . Time seemed to stop as I sat there while Master did his work. My poor bloated tits were slapped and whipped, my nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted. My tits had never experienced pleasure and pain like it. I screamed with nearly every stroke, tweak or yank. Finally, he stopped, "Look at your tits now, whore," he demanded as he paused the flogger's swing. I looked down to see that my tits were bulging globes, distended and overripe to the extreme. They looked like they could burst at any minute. They were a deep reddish purple, with red lines where the flogger last fell. My tits burned like they were on fire. "Stay here, I will be right back," he said and he left me sitting on the chair. I closed my eyes, feeling the enormous dildo stretching my cunt walls, I felt the burning throbbing in my tits. All the sensations that his actions had produced in me. I had never felt anything as incredible as what he had put me through and I smiled to myself knowing that this was only the beginning of what I would go through! Master returned to me a minute or so later and, smiling, revealed what he had brought with him, a pair of large clamps joined by a chain. He showed me the jaws of the clamp and demonstrated how tightly they gripped his finger. He also showed me a lead weight, shaped like an upside down pyramid that was connected to a stretchy elastic cord. "Let's see how your tits like my clamps now, shall ...
    we?" he said. I shuddered at the site of the wicked looking things, but did not have long to ponder the implications as first one clamp, and then the other was applied to my already tested nipples. "Ohfuckmaster! Oh Master!" I yelled as the clamps made contact and closed. But that pain from the clamps was only multiplied when he attached the end of the elastic cord to the middle of the clamps chain and looking me in the eye, dropped the weight. The weight fell, stretching the elastic band an pulling severely on the clamps tightly secured to my poor abuse nipples. I screamed again as the weight hit the bottom of the cords stretch and recoiled upwards, only to bounce back down again. Over and over it bounced on the elastic cord until finally it's stretching and recoiling quieted. Then I could only feel the steady pull on my tits. We both watched intently as the length of the weighted cord lessened with each bounce, the sensations for me were only marginally less intense as it did. As the weight settled ad then just hung there, he picked up the weight and set it in motion again, only this time higher, giving it more stretch and more pull. With the all the wicked attention dished out to my tits, I had nearly forgotten about the huge dildo that had been wedged into my cunt from the time I sat in the chair. It was still there, of course, but my cunt had obviously become accustomed to the plastic occupant. My eyes remained fixated on the mess that were my breasts. They were tightly ...
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