I could feel my whole body shaking with the aftershock, and could feel my consciousness floating somewhere above me, tethered only by the pulsing pain in my clamped nipples. He pulled on the chain gently to bring me back, his face a mixture of exertion and anticipation.
“You dropped the chain,” he said smugly. I moaned, because I knew my words didn’t matter. He put his cum-soaked fingers in my mouth, letting me taste my salty mess before he again replaced them with the chain.
“Do you want the clamps off?” he asked. As soon as he reminded me of them, my nipples ached and pulsed in response. They had been clamped long enough that I knew it was going to hurt to take them off- but I also knew the longer they stayed on, the worse it would be. I nodded vigorously.
“Well then, take them off.”
I looked up at him, the impact of his words dawning on me. I searched his face for a hint of humour or flexibility, seeing only the glint in his eye that said he knew he had me. “I told you there would be punishment,” he said innocently.
My mind started to work, calculating the lowest-impact way to remove the clamps. I wrapped the chain around my tongue, gently pulling on the clamps to test their tightness.
Pretty fucking tight. They weren’t going to just slide off, which I should have known given how hard I had pulled on them when I was cumming.
I realized that I was going to have to pull them off one at a time at about the same time I realized that it was going to be excruciating. I looked at him again, not naive to the fact that this was my first true opportunity to submit to him. This was going to be all pain, no pleasure- a result of a punishment I had earned.
Christ, I am a good girl.
I fed the chain through my mouth, tilting my head up so that I could bite down as close to the left clamp as I could. I tested it a few times, wincing with each pull. This was going to hurt- best to get it over with.
I snapped my head back, and the clamp moved, but not off my nipple. The pinch was now far more acute, and I gasped in pain as I desperately tried to get a better grip on the chain to pull it the rest of the way. I lurched my head again, and the clamp came off.
I screamed as the blood rushed to my nipple- it hurt worse than the clamp.
“Good girl, one more to go,” he praised. That was enough to get me to focus on the next one.
I repeated the same action, but when I lurched my head back the clamp stretched my nipple but didn’t budge. I moaned, because it fucking hurt.
I tried again and suffered the same result. The clamp refused to budge, and my resolve was thinning. I took a few deep breaths, feeling his gaze on me as I redoubled my efforts.
The third pull saw it budge, but it was still firmly on my nipple- now more painfully placed. I could feel tears sting my eyes as he finally removed it. “Good girl,” he repeated, and gently sucked my swollen nipples.
“I was going to take them off after one attempt, but you were so determined I thought I would let you keep going,” he explained.
I will admit to being annoyed that I couldn’t complete the task, but the relief coursing through me as the heartbeat in my nipples dulled distracted me from the feeling.
“Thank you,” I mumbled.
“You’re welcome,” he said as he slid his cock inside me.
The thing about Wonderboy’s cock is that no matter how many times I see and touch it, I am still shocked at its size. He pushed the head inside me, and I felt my pussy fill and ache as it adjusted. He pressed his full length into me with one fluid motion and untied my ankles as he did so. I settled my legs around him, opening myself up to him as he started to move.
His cock filled me over and over, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my exhausted body. I moaned his name every now and then to keep me grounded, but otherwise I was on a completely different planet.
The clamp on my clit certainly brought me back to earth.
The word yellow danced on my tongue, threatening to turn to red. The clamp hurt, and my clit was sensitive and exhausted. I swallowed the safe words though- once the surprise wore off my instincts kicked in and I filtered out the pain. “One more,” he said- both an instruction and a promise.
I knew that this part was all for me; he knew that I needed a release, and he was intent on making sure that I got it- and left nothing on the table. He moved between my legs, coaxing one more orgasm from me- one that I didn’t even think I had. The constant pressure from the clamp on my clit made sure that I was fully present for the journey, and augmented the pleasure when I finally came.
He filled me after that, and released me from the rest of my restraints. When he removed the clamp I let out my final moan, and then immediately curled into his arms.
“You are such a good girl,” he said, placing his hand firmly on my chest to quiet my trembling and slow my breathing- to an immediate effect. We stared at each other for an eternity, finding ourselves and re-establishing our footing back in the real world. He kissed my forehead, and then I offered him my lips.
I would choose that adventure again, any day.
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