4 comments/ 119619 views/ 12 favorites Punishing My Tits Ch. 01 By: RedHawke I found out pretty early on that I liked pressure—a lot of pressure—on my nipples. I would experiment at home with varying degrees of pinching and twisting. I could get myself fairly excited, although I didn't know about masturbation yet, so I couldn't bring things to their 'logical conclusion'. When I made out with boys, I would love the slavish attention they paid to my rapidly-developing rack, although they were usually too gentle. I still have the same problem now that I'm a grown woman! Most of my lovers don't want to hurt me, so even though I make it plain that my nipples "don't understand subtlety", the boys are still too scared to really go to town on me. I finally took matters into my own hands when I decided I was going to conduct some trials on myself to see just how much my tits could take. First, I went to the grocery store, buying lemon, ginger and jalapeno peppers; my second stop was the dollar store, where I found clothespins, hair clips, a choke chain, a bungee cord, nylon rope and bag clips; lastly I went to the office-supply store and purchased rubber bands of various sizes. I got home and put everything to the side except for the food. I sliced the lemon in half, peeled the ginger, and cut the tip off the jalapeno. I put these items, along with a bowl of ice cubes on a tray and took them into my bedroom. I put a couple of large towels on the bed to catch drips, then got naked. Lying comfortably on the bed, I started to fondle my oversized breasts, squeezing them and rolling my dusky pink nipples between thumb and forefinger to get them stiff. When they were nice and perky, I took half a lemon in each hand and began to rub them over my nipples. They felt interesting—cool, and kind of slimy—as they slipped over my nipples, and of course they smelled wonderful, but they didn't do a lot for me beyond aromatherapy. I put them aside and turned my attention to the ginger. I knew about the sexual technique known as "figging", whereby a piece of ginger was peeled and inserted into the anus to cause stimulation with a slight burning sensation, and I was curious to see how my nipples would react to the same stimulus. The citric acid of the lemon hadn't made much of an impression, but I figured the ginger was stronger. It was stronger. As I rubbed the ginger over my nipples, I could feel them start to warm up, then to burn and sting. I took the ginger away and concentrated on the burning, bearing it for a few moments while I analyzed the feeling. My nipples had reddened and were swelling a bit. While that looked attractive, it didn't feel very sexy, just uncomfortable, and I quickly took some ice from the bowl and started rubbing my stinging nipples with it. As I rubbed and the melting ice washed the ginger away, the burning sensation subsided and my nipples grew very stiff from the cold. The ice against my nipples stopped being a relief and started becoming another kind of torture. I rubbed the ice in wider circles, coating my tits in a thin wash, then homing back in on my nipples. I shivered and twitched, but continued to apply the ice to my stiffened aureolae, moving away to let the chilled tips recover, then returning to terrorize the nipple tips with the coldness. I kept this up until the two cubes I was holding melted away, then I cupped my hands over the skin of the nipples to warm them quickly and avoid damage. As my skin warmed up, I was aware that they were starting to burn a little again. As I looked closely at them, I saw that the skin was reddened and raised in a slight rashlike irritation. Ice had never caused any harm before, so I knew it was a reaction of my soft, sheltered skin to the ginger. Realizing that the fiery juice of the jalapeno would no doubt cause more damage, I decided not to bring it into play. Even though I was a little disappointed with the rash on my nipples, I had enjoyed the ice treatment, and I was sufficiently turned on by the whole scenario to take it all the way. I took another ice cube and used it to torture my throbbing clit; once I had melted the hard edges off of it, I slid it down and popped it into my asshole. Then, with my asshole clenched and throbbing around the frigid intruder and my nipples stinging from the ginger, I tickled myself off until the pulse of my clit exploded into thunder and my asshole twitched around the ice in rhythm to the waves of my orgasm. As my shudders subsided, I looked forward happily to opening the next bag... Punishing My Tits Ch. 02 ***NOTE: This is a continuation of Chapter One. It may seem to start a little abruptly if you have not read the first chapter.*** For the next couple of days, I gave my poor titties a break while the irritation cleared up. Every brush of my nipples against my clothing or the bedsheets was a torment there for a while, though. It wasn’t the normal kind of clamping or twisting pain that I prefer, but it was still a turn-on by the very nature of its being a kind of sexual torture, and an unrelenting one, at that. Nevertheless, I was really not into actually damaging my skin, so I dispensed with the groceries and prepared for my next adventure… When all was clear again, I got my bag from the dollar store, extracting the rope, chain, bungee cord, and varying clips. Once again nude and comfortable on my bed, I first experimented with binding my breasts. I attempted to constrict my boobs by tying the rope around them, but the nylon slid against my smooth skin and wouldn’t squeeze like I wanted. As an alternative, I tied the rope tightly around my chest and ribcage above and below my tits, which made them pop out nicely. With them thus exposed, I started experimenting with the clips and clothespins. The hair clips were hinged, with plastic ‘teeth’ that met in a sharklike smile. They looked wicked, but trying them in various locations on my breasts, including directly on my nipples, informed me that their bark was worse than their bite, which wasn’t very biting. I then opened the bag of clothespins. I started by applying a pin not directly on my nipple, but off a little to the side, on the aureola. The clothespin took a little nibble and stayed on well. I added another, then another, and soon the soft flesh of my breasts was bristling with rows of little wooden soldiers. I ran my hands along the ends of the clothespins, sending a wave of sensation across each breast. It felt wonderful, and the ritual aspect of adding each clothespin would be an incredibly exciting buildup as foreplay for a lover to do to me, especially if I were blindfolded and didn’t know where the next one would be placed. I delightedly filed this away for my next playdate. I had left my nipples for last. Reaching down through the forest of clothespins dotting the slopes of my breasts, I attached the last two clothespins to my waiting pink tips. They held fast, although they did not feel as tight as I would have thought. I figured that it would certainly feel more insistent with a little time, and I once again brushed all the clothespins with my hands. The effect was very pleasing. I was growing wet with anticipation of my pleasure to come, and my hands went to work once more on my hungry clit. After I brought myself to a delicious climax, I began to remove the clothespins, one by one. Once again, I would leave my nipples until last. The clips left small welts all over my tender skin. I moved slowly, replacing each clip in the bag as I removed it, allowing the remaining clips to continue their small pinches for as long as they could. The ones on my nipples, which hadn’t seemed particularly tight at first, were beginning to make their presence more felt, especially since I had had my orgasm and the blood had returned to them. The longer I took to remove their companions, the more they began to throb. I continued to move slowly, savoring the torture. Finally, they were the only clips remaining, but instead of removing them, I took up the next item from my shopping excursion: the stainless steel choke chain. I clipped the chain around my neck. It was going to serve as an anchoring spot for my next set of toys. I opened the package of bag clips. These were small, plastic spring-loaded clips designed to hold snack bags tightly closed to preserve freshness, with textured pincers to prevent their slipping on the slick plastic of a potato-chip bag. I wondered how the texture would feel against my sin. I finally took the clothespins from my nipples, rubbing and squeezing them to diffuse the pain and to keep the blood circulating. I toyed with them fairly gently for a while, but I couldn’t wait for further punishment, so I took up the bag clips and applied them. The bag clips worked liked a charm! Unlike the hair clips and the clothespins, the bag clips were wide and mashed my nipples nice and flat. As I tugged on them, I observed that the texture kept them effectively in place. I had hoped that would be the case, and I gleefully reached for the last implement of punishment from the dollar store: the bungee cord. I hooked one end of the short, stretchy cord through the clip on my left nipple, ran the cord through the choke chain around my neck, and stretched the cord down to hook through the clip on my right. My breasts were pulled up tightly by the bungee cord—it stretched a little, but so did my nipples. The tension was perfect, and the pain was exquisite. I could imagine being bound this way as a lover fucked me vigorously from behind, making my heavy breasts jerk down on my tortured nipples with each pounding thrust. The thought made me so wet, I knew it was time to have another go at myself. I simulated my fantasy by getting on my hands and knees—and oh, my nipples burned like fire when my giant breasts pulled down against those tight clips!—and fucked myself with a long, thick dildo. I worked myself up to the point that I had a thundering orgasm without even having to touch my throbbing clit. I released my screaming nipples from the clips and sank down in satisfied exhaustion. One more bag of tricks still to open! Punishing My Tits Ch. 03 *NOTE* For maximum enjoyment, read chapters 1 and 2 first! All through the next day, I pretty much stayed wet, remembering the varied pleasures of the night before. I had a hard time paying attention to anything in front of me, remembering instead the pretty pink welts left by the clothespins on the soft, pale skin of my large tits, and the sensation of my nipples being jerked up repeatedly by the bungee cord as I shoved the dildo into my tight, wet cunt. I looked forward to opening my third bag of purchases, from the office-supply store. That night, I readied myself once again, lying naked on my bed with my bag of supplies next to me. I spent the first few minutes caressing my boobs, rubbing and squeezing my nipples until they were standing at stiff attention, ready for the evening's experimentation. When I couldn't wait any longer to get started, I reached into the shopping bag and took out a small plastic bag that contained extra large rubber bands. They were stretchy, but strong, and very thick. I pulled a couple of these bands over each breast until they rested tightly at the base. Unlike the smooth nylon rope from the night before, the rubber stayed snugly against my skin, and the tension of the bands squeezed the hell out of my fat tits. It set the stage nicely for the next item—medium-sized rubber bands. I used these to snap against my boobs and nipples, over and over. I stretched a band taught between my finger and thumb, which I placed on either side of my nipple, then I plucked the band like a guitar string, letting it snap smartly against my defenseless bud. When my breasts were red and stinging from this abuse, I set the medium-sized bands aside and brought out the smallest ones. These I twisted about my nipple tips, doubling and tripling them until they were sufficiently tight. Just like the larger bands, they gripped nicely, and the tips of my nipples squeezed out of the cruel constraints. I then resumed the snapping torture with the medium-sized bands until my red-hot nipples were throbbing and begging for mercy and my pussy was awash with urgent need. Once again, having sufficiently primed myself, I went to work on my engorged clit. The pressure built up in my constricted tits and nipples, and the throbbing was almost unbearable as I stroked my slippery clit. I soon felt the throbbing pressure build to a crescendo in my cunt, and I drove myself over the brink into orgasm, shuddering at the strength of the pulsations that rocked through me. After my climax, I quickly removed the smallest, tightest bands from my nipples—cutting off the blood flow to a body part is not something to be fooled around with—and rubbed them vigorously. They had swollen by that point to an angry purple, but they quickly came down to a healthy dark pink, still smarting deliciously from the abuse. I removed the larger bands, then, and gently massaged the skin where they'd left reddened furrows. My pussy still twitched and throbbed slightly from my intense orgasm. My mind was full of plans for putting my new tools of breast bondage and punishment to work, both solo and with my lovers. I know some men who would probably enjoy some of this treatment as well as I do, and I thought of the different configurations of clips and bands that could be used—maybe we could both wear clips that are each attached to the other person's pair, so that when we fuck, there is a constant, jerking pressure on both of us. Maybe we can squeeze my tits with the bigger rubber bands while the smaller bands constrict his nipples and the medium-sized bands encircle the base of his shaved cock and balls, holding back his ejaculation until he's ready to explode. Just like I had considered being blindfolded while a lover slowly placed clothespins all over my breasts, I also think I'd like to be blindfolded while he snaps my defenseless boobs randomly with the rubber bands, as well. One of the best things about all these new toys was how they were all normal, easy-to-find, inexpensive items. I looked forward to sharing my ideas with like-minded people who would appreciate the creative ways a person might use groceries, housewares and office supplies, and I enjoyed the thought that I certainly would never look at bag clips and rubber bands the same way again! Full of delicious ideas and plans, I put my innocent-looking toys away and snuggled under the covers, savoring the residual throbbing of my tit torture and climax, satisfied with my three days of experimentation and looking forward to many future occasions of punishment—and pleasure.