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Friday (4/12/13) is Boobday!

Goodness people! I’m really starting to like this. And I mean REALLY like it. Boobies are everywhere! These feather clamps are the prettiest nipple clamps I own. Aren’t they cute? They aren’t necessarily my favorite, with no chain they are very light, but I love the look of them and the feel of feathers brushing against my skin… *sigh* It’s like the perfect pinch and tickle all rolled into one.


And for your viewing pleasure, make sure to check out the other Boobday participants over at A Dissolute Life Means…


If you’ve missed my other Boobday posts, you can find them here.

And don’t you just love Titties and Beer!


First Dates and Butterflies

So if you are a regular reader, whether friend or lurker *love ya both*, you may be patiently waiting to find out what happened with my date over the weekend. I apologize for taking so long to write this, but after reading I hope you understand.

I woke up Saturday morning with a hangover and a horrible case of nervous butterflies. I felt like a teenager not knowing what to expect. At 10 am, I got my first text of the day from Paige: “T -10 hours” (isn’t she cute!), and the countdown continued every few hours through the day.

By 3 o’clock, I had shaved, lotioned, ironed my hair and was unable to find anything to keep my hands busy. By 6, I had done my make-up and dressed, practically bouncing up and down on the couch, watching the clock tick slowly by.

I left early to run through the car wash, and then got on the road. We live about 50 miles away from one another, so we decided to meet halfway, at a microbrewery in a small college town (fan-fucking-tastic beer, by the way).

The place was packed, and we had over an hour before we could get a table. We ordered beers and went to wait on the outside patio (thank the gods this was the first real warm day of spring and even in the late evening, it was perfectly comfortable). I was ridiculously shy, shyer than I think I’ve ever been. I joked about it, but Paige was witty and talkative, and did an excellent job at keeping the conversation moving.

She talked about a Dom she’s been seeing, asked about M’s and my dynamic. We talked about work, books, hobbies, and fucking while our knees rested against each other’s under the table. By the time the first beer was gone, we were laughing like old friends.

She encouraged me to try mussels, an explosion of flavor that made my eyes close as I savored the experience. I attempted to explain different types of nipple clamps, showing the pictures from my nipple torture post. She thought M’s cock was rather delicious looking.

By the time we left the brewery to head home (she had a long day at work on Sunday) I was giddy.

Paige walked me to my car and I drove her to hers. We talked a bit more. I became shy again. She teased me about it. I leaned back against the headrest, and smiled at her. She told me I was beautiful. When our lips met, we both reached for each other, our fingers playing on the other’s necks.

I think I started giggling maybe. “Damn you, having to work tomorrow,” I said, pulling our entwined fingers to my lips, placing small kisses across her knuckles, lightly sucking the tip of her thumb into my mouth. We talked a few more minutes, but time was ticking away, both of us facing a long drive home. We kissed again, this time a little longer, more comfortable.

I smiled the whole way home.

The date was fantastic; honestly, it couldn’t have been better. We clicked just as well in person as we did through emails and texts. I was excited, ecstatic really; we had a great time, good food and drinks, and a first kiss that made my heart pitter-patter.


But now… Well, now M has come to realize that he’s not as comfortable as he thought he was going to be with the situation. He doesn’t want to share me. Doesn’t think he can share me.

And it makes me sad. For so many reasons. I really like Paige. And I’m pretty damn sure she likes me too. And although we’d only been on one date, we’ve talked daily for a few weeks. For both of us, we were able to talk to each other about things we don’t share with others in our real life. Her: relationship issues she’s struggling with, past lovers, kinky sex. Me: my dynamic with M, power exchange, kinky sex. We filled a need for each other that neither of us knew we needed.

We fell for one another.

So today, when I sent her a text saying I needed to talk to her, I had to tell this beautiful girl I’m hugely crushing on, that I can’t see her again. I cried. She cried. Fuck, I’m crying now.

Although hurt, she understands. She said to me, “I don’t want to lose you. If we can’t be intimate, I don’t care. But I’m not giving up being your friend.” I don’t know if we can make that work, but I’m hoping…

*sigh* So, dear friends… this is my unfortunate tale of a fantastic first date that lead to me getting my heartbroke. And please don’t think too badly of M… He tried, that is all I can ask. Afterall, he is my husband, and my Sir, so it is his right and responsibility to say if it’s not okay.

*hugs and kisses*

Fundamentals of Nipple Torture

Nipple piercing

Nipple piercing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, so a little bit ago, I ran this post where I asked you, dear readers and kinky pervs, what you wanted to know about.  And basically, most of you brats gave me nothing (don’t worry, I still love you all!), but Gillian, bless her sexual soul, requested more information about nipple torture.  So it’s taken me a bit, and I’ve experimented myself with some things, and, alas, here we go, with a new post of the wonders of nipple torture!!


The Basics

Nipple torture, as the name describes, refers to the practice of inflicting pain to the nipples for sexual gratification.  While the breasts and nipples are sometimes very sensitive, and many cringe at the idea of rough play, you must keep in mind that nipples are designed for breastfeeding, which, believe me, can hurt like a mother fucker.  When breastfeeding, nipples will chafe, peal, and callous.  The average nipple torture, won’t come close to that.  But as always, take things slow the first couple times and communicate about what you are feeling…  Also, a woman’s breasts change throughout the month with her cycles.  So just because you like to have your nipples pulled as hard as they can be on Saturday night, does not mean that you are going to be able to stand that kind of pressure on Thursday afternoon.  **Once, while riding M’s cock, he was pulling on my nipples, which I absolutely fucking love.  I kept asking him to pull harder and harder.  Finally, he chuckled and replied, “If I go pull any harder, I’m going to rip the damn nipples right off your tits!”**

The Methods

  • Fingers and Teeth:  Obviously, the most basic of nipple play/torture is done with the fingers and the teeth.  If you’re interested in starting slowly with nipple play, check out my post on it.  If you are looking for something a little heavier, continue reading…  With biting and pinching, keep in mind to build up your partner.  Start slow and gradually push those limits, and I bet you will both be surprised how much she can take.  Mix it up, play around, pinch and squeeze, pinch and pull.  Bite and scrap.  Pull with your teeth.  All sorts of ways to go here, use your imaginations!
  • Hitting/Flogging:  Although this is more about breast play then nipples in particular, I just wanted to make a quick mention, as I like to have my breasts lightly beaten, as do others.  When playing with flagellation in this area, keep in mind that you must begentle, perhaps even more gentle than either of you would like.  If you are new to playing these games, start with light  spanking toys, such as hands, soft leather floggers, paddles, or crops.  Canes, whips, and such can be used, but extreme caution must prevail, and you must remember that the insides of the breasts have a lot going on that can be damaged by blunt force.  Also, breast tissue tends to be extra sensitive and will lacerate much quicker than, say, the cheeks of her ass.  So beat with care my little darlings, get those breasts a nice, glowing, candy apple red, but if she starts getting welts, I’d recommend slowing down a bit…

    English: Chained nipple clamps on female breas...

    English: Chained nipple clamps on female breasts. Deutsch: Durch eine Kette verbundene Brustwarzenklemmen, angebracht an den Brustwarzen einer Frau; schwarz-weiß Foto (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  • Clamps:  First, some general information on clamps.  I love my nipple clamps.  I truly do.  I’d wear them all the time if I could figure out a way to get away with it.  The bit of extra weight, the cold metal against my skin, the chain bouncing against my breasts.  Fuck, I’m getting myself distracted here.  Ok, *clears throat*, back to nipple clamps.  There are all sorts of clamps out there, and they all serve different purposes.  Some work better on little nipples, some on big nipples.  Some are good for beginners, but the seasoned expert with scoff at them.  Look around, see what works best for you (I’m thinking, as my clamp collection grows, I will do a specific post on the different types, but for now, my knowledge is too limited to go into detail on types).  And don’t think they need to be something fancy from a kink speciality shop, because as some of you know, clothes pins can become fantastic nipple clamps, as can mini C-clapms from your local hardware store.  Get creative and look around, you may be suprised with what you come up with!  The first time you use clamps, be prepared.  It’s most likely going to hurt way worse than you anticipated.  I like to use a set of clamps that are adjustable, that way, as you progress into your play, the pressure can be manually increased or decreased, depending on what you are feeling, or how cruel you man is (M…  well, let me just tell you that the first time I had a pair of clamps on, by the time we were done, they were as tight as they could go).  It will hurt bad when the clamp is first placed on the nipple (and take some care here, as when they pull off unexpectedly, it can be rather painful).  I like to have my clamps placed as close to the base of my nipple as possible, that way, the whole of the nipple is being pinched, and it lessens the chance of the clamp working its way to the end of my nipple and popping off.  Once the clamps are in place, the pain will dull.  But don’t leave them on too long, especially for the novice.  As the real pain, and I mean the REAL pain with nipple clamps is when they come off, as there isa rush of blood back into the surface of the skin, and boy, one or two experiences and you will know if you are into it or not, it can be that intense (the closest explanation I can think of is when you were a kid and outside in the cold, playing in the snow with your gloves off.  Your hands get cold and you don’t really even notice.  But once you come in, and they begin to warm up, you get an almost burning sensation…  Yep, it’s like that).  While intense, it is relatively short-lived, and, I suggest, when you remove the clamps, to put a bit of pressure on the nipple itself, to relieve a bit of the pain.

    English: Breasts covered in hot wax and nipple...

    English: Breasts covered in hot wax and nipples squeezed between clothespins. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  • Ice and Wax:  Sensation play is a rough one for me to talk about, as it seems one is either really into it, or really not.  As with anything else (I’m sure you are getting tired of hearing me say this) take it slow.  particularly with the wax, as the skin of the nipple is slightly different from skin elsewhere on the body, so start easy and progress slowly; just because it doesn’t burn on your forearm does not mean it’s not going to burn on her nipple.  First degree burns happen way easier than people realize, and man, would that fucking suck having burns on your nipples!  But play around with the hot and cold and see what gets her rocks off, you may be surprised.  And another fun trick, although somewhat vanilla, is to not only use wax and ice, but hot coffee and ice water in your mouth before taking her nipple between your lips.  Rotate back and forth between the liquids and watch for her responses as first she feels a very warm, steamy mouth, then an ice-cold chilly tongue flicking across her nipples.
  • Electrocution:  Ok, so straight up, I’ve never played with electrocution on my nipples, so I’m probably not the best to be giving advice, but I’m going to tell you what I know.  The safest shock toys are a TENS unit (I have one and they can be a bit of fun) or a Violet Wand (never played with one of these, but have read reviews on them).  These are both relatively safe, but I, personally, would not let anyone use much of anything else on me in this department, unless I researched it throughly.  Things such as batteries and wall currents, these can cause damaging burns and even, given the right circumstances, cardiac arrest.  So, if you are playing this way, stick to the safe stuff, which are designed to be used on human skin.


So there you have it folks, the fundamentals of nipple torture.  I, myself, have always been a fan of rough nipple play.  especially after having breastfed three children.  Most of the time, my nipples are damn near numb, with little to no feeling about them.  They can be squeezed and pinched, and I will barely bat an eye.  But, christ, get me on top of M’s cock, and have him start pulling on them, I’ll be cuming like a mad woman, soaking him in juices.  Or, even better, attach some nipple clamps, and with M behind me doggy style, the feel of the chains will put me over the edge.  Then when he reaches around and lightly tugs on the metal, fuck, I’m a goner!  I normally don’t post pics of myself, especially of my breasts (never been done before on LSAM), but I thought the occasion might justify it, with all this talk of nipples and clamps and cumming, I had to put on my newest set…  And, well, having M take pictures of me in my collar and clamps, that led to this…Which in turn led to this… (christ, I may be in a bit of trouble after he sees this post tomorrow!  hehe)…And, well, this led to me face down on the bed, with one hand wrapped in my hair and the other pressed down between my shoulder blades as I had the shit fucked out of me, but, my dears, those pictures are for me…

And, as M put it in a text to me earlier today, in response to my typical *hugs and kisses*, he, like a gentleman said *titty smacks and nipple clamps*


And the song of the day, just because, after a good fucking, I am Smiling…