4 comments/ 19321 views/ 9 favorites Subtle Dom or Sub Sex Object? By: Tdisk At age 25 Sally was settled in her teaching job and was generally content with her life as a single woman. She'd never describe herself or her life as average and sometimes didn't know if she was blessed or cursed by the body and mindset which set her apart. Most of the time she came down on the side of blessed as she was sure her sex life was better than that enjoyed by her peers. Her tits dominated her life. They seemed to be magnets to everyone she met and had certainly been at the heart of every dating scenario. In many ways Sally enjoyed being a sex object and viewed her breasts as her ticket to a bright future. Sally had a 5'7" slim and well toned body. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped. Her face and hair were on the attractive side of average. It was her D cup tits that defined her. They stood proudly on her chest and demanded attention from every man- and most women- that interacted with her. It had started when she was 13. She'd developed peach sized breasts over one summer while the other girls were still almost flat. On her thin frame her breasts looked even bigger than they were. Over the next few years her breasts continued to swell and maintained their status as the biggest in her high school class of over 100 girls. In college she was among the best endowed- at least among those without huge implants. As Sally's bust developed fully to a D cup her waist legs and ass achieved a more mature sexy look as well. The total package earned her more than her share of attention. Even though she was a modern woman who'd grown up expecting to be judged on her merits rather than her beauty Sally had grown comfortable with the role her tits played. She was proud of them. In her teen years the boys' comments had been crude and sometimes hurtful but she was beyond that now. She knew she had a hot body and could use it. She wasn't a feminist who wanted to be treated as a sexless human; her tits were assets. They hadn't helped her in her job as a third grade teacher but they might help her career at some future time. Men liked to be near her. That included management level men so her tits might well land her a job in the future. Given the opportunity she felt sure her merit would then be noticed and would advance her career. Socially, Sally's tits had given her the choice of any man she wanted. From her teen years on she'd had an endless stream of suitors. Sally's other remarkable attribute was in her mind. Sally loved sex but she wasn't an aggressor. She had a subtle sexual submissiveness. She liked it best when her lover took control and she was freed of all guilt or responsibility for what might follow. While most women would describe being a sex object as demeaning Sally viewed her passive sexual role as powerful and enjoyable. Any man having sex with Sally knew he was lucky. That gave her huge power. The fact that she chose not to exercise control during intimacy was her choice. While allowing the man to dictate the specifics of sex he'd be worshiping her body and would try very hard to please her. That resulted in her having better sex. She'd heard the phrase 'topping from below' and thought that pretty well summed up her approach to sex. It probably wasn't what others thought of with that phrase but it seemed descriptive of how she allowed a man to use her but overall felt her tits were in control. She hadn't met the man who'd do anything so selfish or offensive as to risk losing access to her body. Sally wasn't into being beaten or humiliated but was generally open to whatever her lover wanted. She needed a lover who treated her as an equal in all things but took control in most sexual situations. She knew that her tits and submissiveness made her an incredible catch. She'd spent years fending off most of the men who just wanted to suck on her tits and brag about it to their friends. The pool of potential mates was vast but few met her standards. Sally's current boyfriend, Bill, seemed to fit her needs quite well. They'd been together for six months and had gradually found what the other party wanted. He was obsessed with her tits, treated her as his equal and used his imagination to find new ways to enjoy her sexually for their mutual pleasure. She found his creativity in the sexual area very exciting. Sally was taking a graduate course one night per week and Bill travelled on business one or two nights per week. They didn't live together. Sex on weeknights was occasional and simple. Their interesting sex life was concentrated on weekends. They spent each weekend together using either of their apartments as their home from Friday evening through Monday morning. They'd developed somewhat of a routine. On Fridays Sally submitted completely to Bill's wishes. She might be treated as a slut one week and a princess the next. Whatever Bill directed was fine with her. They both enjoyed the stark contrast between Sally's persona as a conservative school teacher and whatever scenario Bill put her into just minutes or hours later. They'd experimented with light bondage, she'd worn a Victorian corset under evening wear at one of the best local restaurants and tried a number of other things she was sure would be scandalous to her peers. On Saturdays the decision making was slightly more democratic in that Sally might suggest her mood or float an idea for sex. Bill didn't always follow her lead but he generally considered her mood and responded accordingly. On some Saturdays the whole day was sexually oriented with her wearing special lingerie, shopping at a sex shop or some other activity that tied into sex. After hours of indirect foreplay they'd have intense sex. On other Saturdays they might spend the morning in bed with the latter part of the day being spent with friends or business associates. Sundays were usually more romantic and slower paced. They frequently had great memories from the prior nights that prompted discussion of future variations on the same theme or thoughts of contrasting scenarios. They would typically make love in the afternoon or evening in a simple manner with no special kink. This past Friday was a typical one although somewhat more hectic than average since it was a 'waxing day.' One of Bill's directives to Sally was that she have a Brazilian waxing every third Friday. She'd found a salon about 15 miles from her school which was the distance she felt was needed to minimize the chance of encountering a student or parent. As usual her appointment was set for 4:00 which gave her enough time to clean up her classroom at the 3PM dismissal and make the 25 minute drive. By the time she'd been waxed and made the drive home the afternoon was gone and it was time to get ready for the evening. Getting ready involved doing her hair and make-up in the style Bill liked and changing into an outfit he would select. He'd decide on their activities for the evening. On this particular Friday Bill was with her in the morning since he'd spent Thursday night at her apartment. He had teased her in the morning by telling her that she'd have a text waiting on her phone to be read immediately after her students were dismissed. She pressed for more information about the text and reminded him of her waxing appointment. He responded, "Do you actually think I could forget your waxing? Your pussy is always just a little sexier when I know it's been 'prepared' for me." He wouldn't say anything more about his plans for their evening. During her lunch break Sally powered up her phone to check for email. She had an unexpected text from Bill. It simply said, "I always love your newly waxed pussy; even so your nipples are my obsession today." Sally found the notion that Bill's focus would be her nipples very arousing. He was always obsessed with her tits and nipples. To expressly mention it hours before being with her suggested that tonight he planned to put nipple clamps on her or otherwise pay particular attention to her nipples. She was intrigued and wanted to know more. Sally waited for a follow-up text but none came during the lunch hour. She had to turn her phone off for the rest of the school day. She was sure the text he'd previously told her would be there at dismissal would give her more information and some instructions for the afternoon and evening. Sally knew that the text would be sexually explicit so she found the last hour of the school day to be a sexual tease. She kept thinking about the phone in her purse. She was a prim and proper teacher lecturing about geography to 20 young kids while her phone sat just a few feet away. It almost certainly contained a verbal direction that would result in her looking like a hooker, getting her nipples clamped or some other equally explicit kink that the parents and school board wouldn't want to see. The most arousing aspect was that she knew she'd follow the directive and was excited by thoughts of what might be demanded of her. Within a few minutes of the three o'clock dismissal bell Sally was in her deserted classroom with her phone in hand. As expected, there was a text from Bill. She opened it and read, "Relax. Take slow deep breaths. Surrender to me. Read my email." Sally closed her eyes and took several long deep breaths. It was amazing how that simple exercise relaxed her and moved her mentally out of the classroom and into her weekend persona. Sally scanned her email and opened the one from Bill. She read, "Before leaving school go to the ladies room. Inside your bra pinch and tease your left nipple for 60 seconds. When you're done text me how it looks & feels". Sally shuddered with a mix of nervous relief and arousal. She continued reading, "After your waxing use the salon's restroom. Tease your other nipple in the same manner. Do not orgasm. Text me how it looks & feels. Remove your bra for the drive home." Sally gasped softly at the last phrase. She hadn't anticipated any sexual challenges in public. She then read the last paragraph of Bill's email, "Here's something to think about as you go without a bra for the half hour drive. On Saturday you'll be going without a bra for many hours. You'll be wearing only a tight tee-style shirt over your luscious breasts. We'll be driving out into the country and having lunch at a lakeside restaurant where no one will know you. I can't wait. For today as you drive home caress your breasts through your dress and imagine I'm watching you. Do not orgasm." Sally shivered as she reflected on what she'd read. Going without a bra was going to be very difficult. With her breast size Sally always wore a substantial bra. She guessed she had not been out of the house without a bra since she was a 13 year old with perky A cup tits. Bill kept pushing her limits. She then re-read the email to commit the details of her instructions to memory and to for the arousal she felt from Bill's demands. Sally's scheduled waxing appointment didn't allow for dawdling. She promptly started down the hall to the faculty restroom where she knocked and was relieved that it was free. Locking the door to the single occupancy room gave Sally full privacy. She moved to stand before the vanity and mirror. Her high neck long sleeve dress was one of her typical every day outfits. It wasn't designed for what Bill had directed. As a result Sally reached behind her and lowered the long zipper. She shrugged the dress down her arms and off of her shoulders allowing it to catch on her hips and the vanity. Her 'school teacher bra' was also not intended for nipple play. Its plain white cotton cups fit her large breasts perfectly but also served as body armor against her fingers. She slid both bra straps down her arms to loosen the bra and pushed the left cup down. Her breast was still partially hidden from view in the mirror but Sally could look down and see her erect nipple waiting. She glanced at her watch and reached into the bra with two fingers. She smiled at the realization that her nipple was already erect- visually and to her touch. She made a mental note to report that to Bill. As her fingers closed around her nipple her mind and pussy registered sharply increased arousal. Her nipples were always sensitive. Bill knew that having her play with them would get her very hot and horny. Sally toyed with the nub and looked at the woman in the mirror. Her nipple wasn't exposed to view but it was obvious that her fingers were teasing it. The woman looked disheveled in a sexy way. The kinky act she was performing was reflected in her hooded eyes and slight smile. School teachers weren't supposed to act this way in the faculty lavatory and certainly shouldn't be so aroused. He'd made her into a willing slut. Sally almost laughed as she thought she should write on the wall, 'For a good time call Sally' with her phone number. She'd never actually seen anything like that in a ladies' restroom but Bill had said such graffiti was common in men's rooms. Of course, the school setting made pinching her nipple even hotter than it would otherwise be. At any moment another teacher might knock on the door. Sally could imagine how frantically she'd be re-dressing herself while calling out 'Just a minute' in a sexually aroused voice. The 'Just a minute' phrase prompted a smile as she included a second phrase she hopefully wouldn't say out loud to the person outside, 'My boyfriend told me to tweak my nipple for a full minute and I've got 30 seconds left'. That thought also prompted a glance at her watch and Sally found she'd been playing with her nipple for over two full minutes. She really was a slut. Sally released her nipple and stared at it- making a mental note of its reddened color and angry look. It was fully erect and seemed to be demanding more attention. Sally composed a text in her head as she pulled up her bra straps and adjusted her left breast. Her sensitive nipple protested as the fabric rubbed on it. She put her dress back on and pulled out her phone. She texted Bill, "It was erect before my touch. Touching it sent pulses to my pussy. Looks red and raw now and is anxious for your tongue." Sally smiled as she pictured Bill reading her message. This was Sally's fourth Brazilian. The first had been very embarrassing and had hurt like Hell. With the second and third both the embarrassment and pain had lessened. Now the drive to the salon and the procedure itself seemed almost routine. Both Bill and Sally loved how her hairless pussy looked and felt. It seemed sexy that she was so exposed. She was also turned on by the submissive aspect of being waxed at Bill's direction. If she'd made the decision herself she would have felt like a slut. Following Bill's directive made it a loving act that pleased him. She didn't think of him as her 'master' or anything so extreme. She simply complied with his directions and they both enjoyed the results. As Sally lay with her legs spread and the salon attendant tweezing the last few hairs from her Venus Mound she started thinking about what she'd soon be doing with her nipple. The thought aroused her. Sally hoped the attendant would finish the final tweezing and move away before her arousal became evident. She was well on the way to her pussy getting noticeably wet and exuding the smell of arousal. She'd be mortified for the woman to think her actions had caused Sally's arousal. Trying to suppress her excitement under such intimate circumstances was a whole new experience. It was a little like trying not to sneeze- almost impossible and seemingly more difficult because of the effort. Fortunately the attendant announced she was done. Sally put her panties back on and lowered her dress. She asked for directions to the ladies room where she was soon dropping the top of her dress and bra as she'd done at school except that her target was now her right breast. A quick glance at her nipple showed it to be erect. She'd been thinking about this moment for the past hour. Her mind had undoubtedly sent signals to the nerves and blood vessels in her nipples. They were primed and had tightened her flesh to welcome her fingers. The last few minutes of the waxing had seemed like an hour. The combination of the physical attention to her genital area and her thoughts about her nipple play had gotten her very hot. Part of her arousal came from the bitter sweet realization that Bill had decreed there should be no orgasm. That was going to be frustrating. She really wanted her other hand to be in her panties touching her newly waxed pussy; instead she'd just be teasing herself so she could send Bill an obscene text and them rush home to him in a horny state. He really was devious but she loved how he aroused her in unusual ways and shaped their sex life. He delivered exactly the sexual atmosphere and control she needed. The first touch of her fingertips on her nipple was just as electric as she'd expected. Her nipple throbbed as her thumb and forefinger surrounded it and squeezed. She pinched hard. Her nipple seemed to deserve a firm touch after its long wait. Sally then lessened the pressure as she looked at the second hand of her watch. She had to restrain herself if she wasn't going to become desperate for an orgasm. She began to think of words to describe how her sensitive nipple felt. The word 'hungry' came to mind. It demanded attention. Bill would love that image since it was exactly the mood he wanted for her whole body. Almost without thinking Sally pressed her free hand against the front of her dress and rubbed her pubic bone. As she became more aroused she jerked her hand away realizing that she'd just get more frustrated. A glance at her watch revealed there was another 15 seconds in her required minute of nipple play. Sally stared at her watch as a distraction. When the time was finally up she removed her fingers quickly as if her nipple was on fire. She cupped her breast to get a better look at her very hard nipple. She struggled with seeking the best words to describe how it looked and felt. It was red angry and very large- all as its twin had been at school. Overall, she was much more aroused than she'd been at school but her nipples had apparently maxed out earlier; they couldn't get any bigger or more erect. Still searching for the right wording for her text Sally remembered she was to now go bra-less. She removed her bra and stuffed it into her purse. She then pulled her dress back on and reached back to the long zipper. As she did the dress fabric pressed against her nipples giving her a dramatic reminder of their exposed state. The physical sensation coupled with the thought that she was in a retailer's restroom with a dozen people that she'd soon have to walk past was intimidating but also highly arousing. Sally looked at her reflection in the mirror and instinctively cupped her breasts through the dress- adjusting them as best she could so that the darts in the dress aligned with the soft bulges of her tits. She pulled her shoulders back to see how she looked and then slouched a little so as to downplay her chest. She felt very exposed and nervous. She pulled out her phone and typed her required text to Bill: "My nipple is hungry for your tongue and teeth abusing it. I need to cum but I'll wait." As she left the restroom she could feel her face blush. Her unfettered breasts swayed under the dress and her nipples were teased by the fabric. It was a sensation she'd never consciously experienced before. After walking past the several work stations Sally knew she'd have to stop and speak with the shop's owner to pay for her waxing and to make her next appointment. The owner was always seated which would put her face at the height of Sally's tits. She would undoubtedly be aware of Sally's bra-less state. That was both embarrassing and exciting. She'd spoken to the owner before. The woman knew she was an elementary school teacher who drove 30 minutes to get her pussy waxed. Now she'd probably think Sally was moonlighting as a hooker. Subtle Dom or Sub Sex Object? Sally reached the front desk and fidgeted as the shop owner concluded a phone call. As the woman's eyes rose they seemed to freeze at the level of Sally's chest and then slowly rise to meet Sally's eyes. The woman seemed to be smiling. Was it a smile indicating that she could see Sally's nipples or see her breasts swaying? Sally knew she might be misinterpreting the woman's behavior - perhaps her smile was her routine expression for a customer. In any case Sally was very aroused at the possibility that the woman was thinking about her uncovered breasts. She wondered if that meant she was an exhibitionist. Of course, she was far from nude. The dress covered her. Tomorrow she'd still be covered but her tits would be more blatantly displayed. That was going to be very difficult. Sally shifted her feet nervously as the owner accepted her payment and they agreed on her next appointment. Sally thought the woman's eyes had returned to her chest several times during the transaction but she couldn't be sure. Finally, an incoming call saved Sally from having an extended conversation and she was able to leave the shop. As Sally walked quickly down the sidewalk toward her car she was constantly aware of her shifting breasts. The sidewalk was deserted so she continued at a fast pace but knew if anyone had been nearby she would have had to slow down to preserve her decency. She'd never felt her breasts bouncing and swaying so much. It was oddly erotic. Reaching her car Sally collapsed into the driver's seat and sat for a long moment to regain her composure. She felt winded from the excitement of the past fifteen minutes. She remembered Bill's note regarding her outfit for Saturday and shook her head wondering how she'd get through several hours in a tight top with no bra. Her dress had given her significant coverage. It was a fitted style in the bust area but far from tight. The top Bill had in mind for Saturday was undoubtedly much tighter and the fabric would be thinner. It would be a top like those she'd seen on countless women with smaller breasts which they wore to show off their tits. Her D cup tits would be much more dramatic. Her nipples would probably also be very prominent. That was a look she'd never even considered. Sally's hands unconsciously came up to caress her left breast. She felt her big soft breast with pride and said to herself, 'well, if you've got them flaunt them'. Sally fondled both breasts through her dress and decided she'd do alright on Saturday so long as they didn't bump into anyone she knew. Sally then started the car and drove home. As Bill had instructed her hands periodically caressed her breasts and she visualized how much Bill would love watching what she was doing. By the end of the drive Sally was just as sexually excited as she'd been when pinching her exposed nipple but her overall feeling was much hornier. She'd endured a very long period of teasing. Bill was an expert at teasing her. On arriving home Sally refreshed her make-up and hair. She wouldn't know what she was wearing for the evening until she opened the sealed flat box Bill had given her Thursday night. It had a message written on the outside, "Clothing for Friday. Do not open until you're ready to get dressed." He didn't do this every Friday but she'd received a similar package on two other occasions. The last one had contained a slutty outfit including 4" heels, a push up bra and a skimpy blouse and skirt. Panties had been noticeably absent. She assumed the new box might well present her with a similar outfit. Sally retrieved the box and struggled to get the tape off. It felt light suggesting there weren't any shoes. Pulling back the tissue paper revealed another note sitting atop a filmy ivory nightgown. Sally lifted the nightgown and held it up. It was a diaphanous baby doll style that surely wouldn't leave much to the imagination. It had a scooped neckline and appeared barely long enough to cover her ass. There was a small matching pair of panties. She immediately concluded they'd be staying at home for the evening. Opening the hand written note from Bill Sally read,"By my estimation it should be about 5PM when you read this." Sally checked her alarm clock and found it was 5:10. She then continued reading, "I'm expecting to be home at 5:45. Apply the regular sized Supple Nipps at 5:30." Sally recognized that name. They were small nipple suction cups that they'd experimented with once. They'd bought a second set in a larger size but hadn't tried them yet. She continued reading, "At 5:40 substitute the larger ones. Before 5:45, put on the nightgown and 4" high heels. Leave your nipples in the suction cups. By the time I 'm ready you should have had 20 to 30 minutes of suction. I'm looking forward to playing with the biggest nipples you've ever had." Sally shivered with a rush of arousal as she saw four small suction cups in a plastic bag at the bottom of the nightgown's box. They were individual silicone suction cups sold expressly to produce temporary nipple enlargement. The regular size ones measured about 1" tall and a half inch in diameter. Pinching the cup while holding it firmly over the nipple and gently releasing the pinch was all that was needed. The suction wasn't overly strong but it was just firm enough to hold the small device in place with the nipple gradually expanding into the cup over several minutes. Since the cup was transparent the stretched nipple was visible. It looked obscenely big in its vacuum chamber. When the cup was removed after perhaps ten minutes the nipple was swollen well beyond its normal size and was highly sensitive to any contact from one's lover. The effect was temporary- probably less than 30 minutes. Actually, Sally didn't know how long the effect lasted since Bill's mouth had been assaulting her nipples after the cups came off. Bill had been really turned on by her enlarged nipples. They'd had an intense sexual encounter and she was about to have the same or perhaps an even better experience. The larger cups were a little broader and about a half inch taller- allowing extra expansion space. Sally hadn't experienced these but since her nipples had eventually filled the regular cups she had to assume they would grow even bigger when extra suction, air space and time was provided. The image was hot and the thought of Bill's reaction to her even bigger nipples was very exciting. He was making her into a pervert; that was exciting, too. Sally checked the clock. She held up the nightgown again to get a sense of whether she'd be able to reach her nipples and decided that it would be easier to remain topless. She put on the panties. She had fifteen minutes to kill before putting the cups on and then more time wearing them. She wasn't used to sitting around her bedroom almost naked. It would be another new experience. Sally remembered that the Supple Nipp instructions had said that an application of lip balm to the base could improve the seal between the cup and the skin. She retrieved a tube of the balm from her bathroom and dutifully prepared all four cups. This also gave her the opportunity to better compare the sizes of the cups. They were distinctly different sizes and she imagined the larger ones would pull harder. The words 'amateur' and 'professional' came to mind as she examined the cups. Today her nipples would be graduating to 'professional'. She'd felt that her nipples had fit into the regular size cups perfectly. In their stretched state they'd filled each cup to the degree that they'd looked like custom covers for her enlarged nipples. It was hard to imagine her nipples in the larger cups for an extra 10 or more minutes after being pre-stretched by the smaller cups. Would her nipples actually keep expanding until they filled the larger cups? They'd be huge. That thought was both frightening and arousing but Sally thought it was unlikely. They'd stop growing well short of filling the big cups. She was pretty sure of that but also knew that she couldn't really know what would happen. That was exciting. At 5:30 Sally applied the smaller Supple Nipps. As expected the initial pull of the suction was arousing but it was soon just a subtle discomfort. The suction was just strong enough to gradually work its magic. The more arousing element was in the mind. The thought that your nipples were being stretched for your lover's pleasure was a definite turn-on. It wasn't permanent like a piercing would be but for a modest school teacher it was very kinky. Sally sometimes wondered about the other teachers. She guessed some of them had sexual secrets. At one lunch period she'd scanned the assembled teachers and tried to guess if any of them had shaved or waxed pussies. Only one or two made her list. She also wondered about whether any of the women ever wore a garter belt for her lover. A quick review of the 30 women in the room turned up only three candidates. She now had 'nipple suction' as another private test for her peers. Without giving it too much thought she guessed she was the only woman in her school to make her nipples bigger for her man. That pleased her. With the cups in place Sally tried to ignore her nipples. She wanted to wait and be shocked by their size after 10 minutes but she couldn't help but check them out every few minutes. They were definitely growing into the vacuum and she felt proud of her new enhanced look. Bill would love it. She wondered if repeated suction might make the enlargement permanent. This warranted some research on the Internet. It certainly would be a great birthday gift for Bill. At 5:40 Sally replaced the cups with the larger ones. She felt mildly disappointed that the suction in the new cups wasn't stronger. She'd assumed the larger vacuum space would create a more forceful tug on her sensitive nubs but it seemed the same as produced by the smaller cups. The experience of attaching the larger cups was nonetheless exciting. Her nipples were very sensitive from the 10 minute workout they'd just had. They looked much bigger than usual. They were sticking out well over a half inch and seemed to be about a half inch in diameter. She'd never touched them in this enlarged state. They felt as huge as they looked. Sally felt exhilarated by the notion that her nipples had outgrown the regular size suction cups. It was exciting to know she was moving into new territory. Her nipples hadn't received this double treatment before. She was preparing herself for her lover who would undoubtedly love her new look. She shivered at the thought of his mouth on her nipples and realized that the feel of her swollen nipples in his mouth was probably more important to Bill than how they looked. The tongue is very sensitive to small changes. He was going to go crazy tonguing her enhanced nipples. Whether the size difference was substantial or not they both would know she'd been stretched more than ever before. She was definitely going to be at her biggest for him and he'd love tonguing and biting her. Sally donned the nightgown which wasn't much more than two layers of a polyester-like veil for her nakedness. It was loose fitting and gossamer thin. Her covered nipples were visible through the thin fabric. Smoothing the nightgown down over her body caused her breasts and their big nipple covers to be better defined both visually through the fabric and by the bulges they made. There were the large swells of her breasts and the pointed peaks of her nipples. Bill would love both. She'd have to remember to draw the gown down with her hands when Bill arrived and was getting his first look at her. Sally decided to open the bed- removing the decorative pillows and coverlet. She lit several candles and turned off the brightest light but left one floor lamp lit. She assumed that would give Bill enough light to fully enjoy the big titted doll with giant nipples he'd created. She smiled at the self image. Was she now officially a 'bimbo' or was it a 'slut' or 'love slave'? Whatever labels might apply she was horny and couldn't wait to offer her nipples to Bill. When Sally heard Bill's car entering the garage she walked to the doorway of the bedroom and struck a pose with her one leg pointed and turned slightly and one hand extended up to the doorframe slightly above the level of her head. Her other hand subtly pressed the nightgown against her hip so that her chest was hugged by the gown. She felt this was a classic pose for a seductress but then had second thoughts. It seemed too artificial. Sally dropped her raised arm. Intuitively she knew the pose Bill would like better. She drew both hands behind her back and grasped her wrists. She adjusted her arms to subtly snug the nightgown against the front of her body. In this position her chest was pushed out- the perfect way to offer her nipples to her horny husband. She tensed her chest muscles to push out her tits even more. She then spread her feet apart and stared at a point on the floor about 15 feet in front of her seeking to look like she was obediently presenting herself for her lover's inspection. As Bill entered the living room he could see his wife at the end of the short bedroom hallway. She looked great. Even at a distance of some 20 feet he could see the points of her nipples tenting the nightgown and the large swell of her breasts. The high heels and short gown accentuated her legs which looked fantastic but, of course, his eyes kept returning to her chest. She looked even more delicious than he'd envisioned. Bill walked over and embraced his wife - kissing her passionately. When he broke off the kiss he said, "You look fantastic. Your legs look beautiful with the soft light behind you. I can't wait to see and taste your nipples. They were boldly inviting from across the room. While we kissed I could feel your encased nipples poking me." He kissed her and by his soft moan Sally guessed that he was again enjoying the feel of her nipple covers against his chest. Bill's hands came up to the sides of Sally's bulging breasts and he caressed her through the thin nightgown. The double layers of slippery fabric allowed his hands to slide over her with virtually no friction. One hand moved to her back to hold her body close to him. It explored downward and cupped the cheek of her ass. Again the satiny fabric encouraged his hand to move around and explore her body which he did. After a minute or two of kissing and fondling her in the doorway Bill guided his wife into the bedroom. He stripped to his boxers as he went. He'd planned the evening earlier and walked her confidently to the straight backed chair in the corner of the room. As she sat down he lifted the hem of the gown to her waist so she wouldn't be sitting on it. He knelt in front of Sally and moved her feet apart so he could move closer to her. He again caressed her tits through the gown and said, "I've been thinking about your tits all day- looking forward to the moment I'd get to fondle them. Obviously, I've been looking forward to enjoying your nipples but I certainly don't want to take these spectacular tits for granted. They're so big and soft- incredibly well shaped and beautiful to look at and touch." He pressed his face into the nightgown between her breasts and sighed as he felt her breasts press against his face. His hands ran from her tits down the sides of her body and up to her upper back- ultimately returning to caress her tits again. Backing his face a few inches away he said, "You've got a killer body. Your trim shape makes your tits look even bigger and sexier. You could be a centerfold model in a men's magazine. Maybe I could take some amateur photos of you and we could make a private portfolio of sexy photos." Sally cooed at his words and touch which made her feel wonderfully sexy. She said, "I'd be very embarrassed. I don't know if I could do that. I'll try but I might look more nervous than sexy. If you promise the pictures would be just for us I could try to pose for you. I'd like to have the pictures but I'm worried they could wind up in somebody else's hands." "You don't need to worry about that. I'm very selfish. The photos would be just for us. In any case, photos are a subject for another day. Let me enjoy you in the flesh." Bill found the hem of the gown and lifted it. He was careful to pull it forward to avoid catching on Sally's nipples saying, "I don't want to accidently knock off your suction cups. I want to take them off very deliberately when my face is only inches away and my eyes and mouth can devour you." "I'm yours," said Sally. As the gown was lifted past her shoulders she pushed her chest out in an offering gesture. With the gown discarded Bill caressed Sally's breasts again- lifting them slightly to better appreciate their feel and weight. "Beautiful," he said. He moved his face in closer and brought his left hand near to her right nipple. Before touching her he examined her stretched nipple through the transparent cup and said, "Fantastic. You didn't fill up these bigger cups but you're definitely bigger than the small cups would have accommodated. Needless to say, your nipples have never been this big. I hope they feel okay. They don't hurt, do they?" "No. They feel very sensitive and I feel very horny. It's good they've been covered up because I've wanted to touch them- even rub them against furniture or the wall to get myself off. You've been teasing me for hours. I think I'm ready to explode." "Okay. I'm going to be gentle in getting the cups off and then I'll enjoy triggering your explosion. I'm not going to want to stop when you orgasm so brace yourself and resist the urge to push me away cause I'm not going anywhere. In other words, I expect you'll explode more than once." Bill moved a fingertip to the edge of the cup and broke the seal. He then gently removed the cup as Sally gasped. He promptly repeated his actions at her other nipple- again causing Sally to take a sharp breath of mixed excitement and pain as the cup was removed from her overly sensitive nub. Sally barely got a look at her nipples before they were obscured by Bill's head. What she saw were two very big, very red nubs. They seemed bigger than she'd ever seen but they weren't grotesquely large- something she'd half anticipated with mixed feelings. In a few seconds she silently concluded, 'I could do this every week if that's what Bill wants.' She'd tell him later. The cups were dropped to the floor and Bill studied the big red nipples he'd created. "Wow. They're huge," he said. "They look very red and very big. I'm sorry if I hurt you but they look absolutely delicious." With that his mouth enveloped her left nipple. Sally moaned loudly and grabbed the edges of the chair seat as her body was overwhelmed by nerve impulses. They were an indescribable mix of pleasure and pain but they all seemed to run directly from her nipple to her pussy. Within 30 seconds she could feel her body involuntarily rising off the chair as a huge orgasm began to take control of her body. At the same instant she started to orgasm Bill moved his mouth from the left nipple to the right and Sally felt a new wave of pleasure and pain as that nub reacted to its first contact after being in the suction cups for about 30 minutes. The power of her climax seemed to double and it was all she could do not to scream. A muffled shout gave her tensed body some expression as her muscles were at first so tensed they were almost cramping and then totally spent. Her hips settled back onto the chair as their power to hold her up evaporated. Sally's breathing seemed to pause and her whole torso shivered as she surrendered to the draining climax. Sally was almost unaware of Bill. He continued to assault each of her nipples in turn as his hands held her breasts and presented each captive to his mouth after he'd temporarily finished with the other. In one or two of the few seconds that his mouth was between breasts Sally heard him mumble something to the effect that her nipples were spectacular. He was clearly enjoying himself and she was thrilled that she'd pleased him well. Subtle Dom or Sub Sex Object? Slowly Sally realized that she would like her nipples left alone. Sexually, she was done. As her mind cleared she remembered Bill's warning her that he'd want more of her nipples long after she'd orgasmed. He'd said not to try to push him away. She resisted the urge as he'd directed. Her body experienced strong shocks running through her overloaded nervous system but she didn't push her lover away. Bill's attention gradually became tolerable and then started to please her again. She was exhausted but having your lover worshipping your tits was nice. In fact, it was more than nice. She was becoming aroused again. Her hands went to Bill's head and she grasped it lovingly with both hands. She wasn't pushing him away. It was a confirmation that he was welcome. Bill understood. He could sense that she was enjoying renewed passion. While his one hand continued to grasp her breast his other dropped to fondle her hip. He started to think about how sexy her hips felt when he was pounding into her pussy. It was time to move to the bed where he could fondle and enjoy her whole body and get ready to bury his cock in her. Before doing that, however, he had a new concept to introduce and a simple test to perform. He released her breasts from his hands and mouth and started to stand. "Stay seated but move forward on the chair," he said. "In the very near future I want to fuck your tits. For today I just want to see if this chair puts you at the right height or if we need to investigate alternatives." He dropped his shorts and his cock sprang free- pointing upward at a 45 degree angle. Bill moved to stand as close to Sally's body as possible and slapped his erect cock between her tits. Sally sat still- not sure what he wanted her to do. She asked, "So you're proposing to slide your cock between my tits? Do I assume that means you'd ejaculate all over my virginal breasts or would this just be foreplay?" Bill replied, "It could be either but I suspect you'll feel so good I won't be able to leave. Use your hands...".His hands reached out to her arms and he guided her hands to the outer sides of her breasts. She understood and pressed her tits together enveloping Bill's cock in her soft flesh. He groaned as he watched his cock disappear and felt her tits pressed around him. Sally smiled as she said, "Oh now I understand. I'll bet that feels very good. I'll bet you'll be erupting in just a few strokes. You've probably been fantasizing about cumming on my big tits since we first met." Bill said, "That feels absolutely great but for tonight we need to stop before I lose control. This will be for tomorrow after you've drained me once or twice so I can enjoy you for more than a few seconds." With that he stepped back pulling his cock from its soft place. The act of rubbing his cock against Sally's great tits caused him to groan with arousal but he soon recovered. "I think a flat pillow of an inch or two would put you at the perfect height. For now it's time to adjourn to the bed." Bill reached out and helped Sally stand. He guided her to the bed. He pulled the sheets back and placed her on her side. He then climbed onto the bed next to her. His hands roamed all over her body. They kissed and each partner made soft sounds of approval and pleasure. While not forgotten, her tits were no longer the sole focus of Bill's lust. He again told Sally how great her body felt and how sexy she was. After some prolonged kissing Bill slid down a little on the bed telling Sally he wanted to enjoy her enhanced nipples again before they shrank back to just 'everyday great'. Sally loved his phrasing and replied, "I do think they're pretty nice on an everyday basis. I'll indulge your fetish with 'bigger' whenever you want to use suction on them but don't forget how nicely plump they are all of the time. I've seen enough other women in the locker room to know you're a lucky guy. My nipples are definitely bigger than average and very sensitive. They're always eager to have you play." "I know how lucky I am." Bill then decided that he'd had enough teasing and rolled Sally onto her back. He moved to climb between her legs and she spread her legs to welcome him. Bill knelt above her and felt her Mound and pussy area saying, "I love waxing day. You look and feel absolutely exposed and there's not a single hair anywhere. I also love the symbolism of telling you to get waxed and you doing it. I remember your modestly trimmed pussy from when we first dated. I'm sure you wouldn't ever have gone hairless if I hadn't said it." "Yes, I'm all naked and ready. Are you just going to look or are you going to ravish this pussy that's been prepared so lovingly for you?" Bill didn't respond verbally. His body descended on hers and he slid his hard cock into her with surprising ease. Sally moaned at his penetration. Even though she'd enjoyed a huge orgasm from his play with her tits there was nothing to equal the feel of his cock buried deep inside her. Bill was thrilled by the wet sleeve of her pussy engulfing his cock. His cock ached from the self imposed teasing of the past few hours. He had literally spent the afternoon dreaming of Sally's nipples and had just enjoyed the foreplay of having them in his mouth. He was more than ready to ravish his sexy wife and relieve the sexual tension her body had created in him. He thrust deeply and forcefully into her. In the hope that he could prolong their joining he tried to control the pace of his thrusts and not let his lust run away. Sally's welcoming hips were making it difficult to control his passion. She was simply too good and he told her so as his pace quickened and he pounded into her. Sally lifted her legs higher and he helped push them up to her shoulders. They both knew this would allow him the deepest penetration possible. Her gesture or the extra few millimeters of pussy was all that it took to push Bill over the edge within a few more strokes. He thrust into her and held still at the deepest point as he could feel his cum exploding. He stayed planted in her as several lesser contractions ran through his cock and pushed the last of his cum into her. Bill's muscles lost all strength as his cock emptied. His body needed hers for support but he feared hurting her. She assured him that he could stay when she sensed him struggling to rise. He struck a compromise by shifting his legs a little to carry a part of his weight. His body spasmed with several aftershocks and Sally teased him by saying, "It was good, wasn't it? Will I be stretching my nipples every Friday?" "I love you," he said. "When we're back in bed after dinner and playing with some new suction cups I bought we can discuss your nipples further."