Nipple Clips and the Masochist

Spring loaded nipple clips are a wonderful invention. Unlike ordinary clips, they continuously apply pressure and are relentless in their quest to induce pain. Even as the nipple slowly adjusts it’s shape to accommodate their pressing teeth, the clips also adjust, pushing the sharp prongs farther and farther in to the soft skin and tender nerves. They are particularly useful on masochists…

Her Master applies them directly on her nipples, instead of the area just behind. At first, the pain is bearable, but the springs keep pressing and the small jaws tighten more and more. Gradually the pain intensifies, and soon, her whole chest begins to radiate in pain.
Her body betrays itself, pain almost too great to bear, while at the same time an increasing glow of sexual stimulation. Her cunt starts to lubricate profusely as her heart pumps faster and her breathing deepens. The pleasure between her legs slowly builds. She wants to touch herself, to use her fingers to stroke her panting clitoris, but she is helpless, tightly restrained by wrist and ankle cuffs.

Her Master watches. He is pleased with her distress. She begs her Master to touch her, to bring relief to her wet cunt. He orders her to be silent and without warning gives her a hard slap between her legs. Her body jerks and she cries out as the pain shoots through her swollen sex.

The pain from her Master's firm hand has pushed her closer to an orgasm. The musky smell of her lubrication fills the room and her hips writhe on the bed as she strains to stimulate herself without success. Her Master unzips his fly and pulls out his bulging erection. Wiping the precum from the tip of his penis with his finger, he holds his hand above her mouth and allows her to lift her head and lick it off.

Leaning over her he slides his penis up inside her until it pushes up against her cervix. He holds it there, not moving. She is frantic for stimulation and is bucking her hips in response. He looks in to her eyes and probes her mouth with his tongue. Steadily now, he starts slowly fucking her with long and deep strokes. She gasps and arches her back, pushing her breasts up toward him. He sucks on her burning nipples, and toys with the clips in his mouth. She is delirious as her climax builds. He teases her by stopping, and then starting. Her body is shaking as her orgasm nears. She is almost there, and then, finally, she is over the edge. She gasps for breath and her body undulates as a mind twisting climax and waves of passion envelope her small body…

The Story of O

One of the first pieces of BDSM-related erotica that almost set my hair on fire was the "Story of O" by Pauline Réage. Reading this at the age of eighteen confirmed in me the love I had for this very unique world.

The scene that really had me sizzling was when O was punished by Anne-Marie. O was taken and secured on a raised platform with her legs raised and spread wide between two columns. She was then viciously whipped on the inside of her thighs by Collette.

It wasn't just the manner in which she was bound, or even the cruel punishment itself. For me it was the manner in which Anne-Marie relayed her instructions to Collette, and how she maintained complete domination over her victim. The literary description is superb.... "Just a second longer," she said, "and it will be over. Only five more minutes. She can scream for five minutes. It's twenty-five past, Colette. Stop when it's half past, when I tell you to."

The "Story of O" is a must-read for all who are interested in BDSM. Few books, if any, have managed to capture the essence of sado-masochism as well.