Nipple Slut Peggy Sanford
As I stand contemplating the toys arrayed there, I have another thought. “Well, Peggy, I might just have you get dressed and take you for a walk in the mall” I say, and her eyes pop open wide with fear. I chuckle under my breath as I imagine her walking down the halls in the mall, those cunt-clamps pinching with every step, and those nipple chains attached to her earrings and disappearing into her blouse visible to all who choose to look. Peggy would be unable to turn her head without causing herself wonderfully hurtful sensations on those sooooo sensitive nipples, and the moans, groans, and sobs would draw states from all around her. I smile as I picture Mrs. Sanford, prim, proper housewife, writhing in orgasm as I pinch those nipples in front of the jewelry store, or shuddering in release and falling to her knees at the window display of shoes.
I shake my head to clear those images as I look into her eyes. The fear there is mixed with anticipation and lust, and, just for a moment, I consider doing what she so obviously needs. I decide to keep her with me, though, and move on to the next step.
She gasps as she sees what I have picked up from the table. Just a simple toothbrush, how bad can it be? “I think I’ll introduce you to some new exercises” I whisper in her ear, “and I want you to do these every night when I am not with you”. She watches in fascination as the toothbrush descends onto the very tip of her clamped, distended, sore nipple. “One, two, three, four” I count, as I stroke ever so lightly with those soft bristles, just touching the tip, causing that nipple to extend even more, expanding in the clamp, eliciting gasps, moans and groans of pleasure. Then, the other one. “One, two, three, four”, I count again, and watch Peggys face as her eyes roll back into her head and she approaches another nipple orgasm.
A harsh slap on her open pussy brings her back from the edge. “No, no, not yet” I sneer, and she slumps in frustration. “You have a lot more exercises to do” With that, I lower the brush to her twat, and tell her that she must take 24 strokes with it on her clit and NOT come. I delight in watching her face as I begin. The determination she displays during the first few strokes is soon replaced by a fear that she will not be able to hold back. As I reach 15 (counting in her ear) Peggy starts to shudder. At 20, her wanton hips are bucking, thrusting, striving to get just that little bit more pressure that will send her into that place she so avidly seeks. “Control, little slut, control” I whisper, as the last four strokes bring her again almost, but not quite, over the edge. As I remove the brush, my fingers slam into her gushing cunt twice, just to soothe the ache there. “You’ve almost earned it, bitch, just a little more”. Peggy sighs in frustration, and stamps her foot angrily. That makes my next step easy to choose.
“Forgot your place, did you? Well, I have just the thing to remind you”. I grab the tit chains and pull her over to the table, then shove her face down onto it. Peggy wonders what I am doing as I release the alligator clips holding the cunt chains to her belt so they dangle freely. She gets a glimmer of an idea as I kick her legs apart, so they are spread about 18 inches. She gets an inkling as I stretch the chains down and tape them to her thighs. When I yank her legs apart 36” and attach the spreader bar, she knows what I have in mind, as the pussy clamps pull painfully, and she must stay very still to ease that hurt.
“Remember, performance, obedience, access” I tell her. “And no resistance”. With that, the first blow of the 2” wide, 12:” long leather strap descends on her pulled apart ass cheeks, and she howls at the feeling. Peggy starts to move her head, but the “reminder” chains do their job, and she strains to hold her head still. As the strap continues its work, she is unable to hold still, and the cunt clamps pinch, pull and press into those lips as her hips sway back and forth in a vain attempt to escape the blows. I stop for a moment, put my hand on her hot, red ass cheeks to squeeze them, and whisper in her ear “How many is that?” Her startled response tells me that she has no idea. I shake my head in disgust with this slut, and tell her that she must take 24, and to count each one, thank me, and ask for another. Sobbing, Mrs. Sanford nods her head in agreement, of course causing those clamps to pull those oh-so-hurting nipples yet again.
Smack! “One, thank you, may I please have another?” Smack! “Two, thank you, may I please have another?” Smack! “Three, thank you, may I please have another?” We go on this way for a dozen, and I pause. Peggy starts to turn her head to look at me, but those damnable chains remind her to hold position. Quietly, tears running down her face, she swears that she has learned her lesson, that she will never show defiance like that again, and asks if there is anything she can do to forgo the other 12 strokes.
I ask her what she is offering, and Peggy says: “I’ll suck your cock. I’ll lick the shaft, mouth your balls, take you deep into my throat and suckle you. I’ll hold my head still while you skull-fuck me, and I’ll swallow every drop, and lick all around begging for more”. Well, since I was planning that anyway, that is no incentive to stop. Then Peggy tries something else. “You can have my ass any way you want. I’ll bend over and spread myself for you. I’ll hold my asshole splayed wide opened for your approval. I’ll stretch my cheeks wide so you can do whatever you want. . You can spank me, strap my asshole, shove your fingers in there, rape me with a dildo, slam your beautiful cock in and out, come all over my cheeks, or in me if you want to, and I’ll love the feel of your come dripping out of my well-used ass. Or, you can finish in my mouth and I’ll lick you clean”. Since that was also in the game plan, again, no sale.
Finally, Peggy offers to put on a show for me, any show of my choosing, and I think for a moment and ask her to verify that she will do anything I want in this show. She agrees to anything, just please, no more strapping. Since she begged so nicely, and her ass IS very red, I agree. I tell her to stand still while I un-tape the chains, and I help her to stand upright, cunt chains dangling. When I bend to release the spreader bar, I am almost overcome by the smell of her pussy juices running down her legs. Sweet nectar, indeed. I run my fingers in those rivulets, and again tell her to lick me clean. Peggy tastes herself willingly, showing her not-inconsiderable oral skill, and I smile as I consider what I will have her do next.
In preparation to be entertained, I move to remove the cunt clamps. I look into Peggys eyes as I grasp each clamp, ask her if she is ready, and slowly count to three. On three, I rip the clamps off suddenly, drawing out a howl from her lips. Her hips flail as she tries to find relief from the blood rushing back into those lips, and she tries to rub them, but I grab her hands and tell her to ride it out. Mrs. Sanford nods her head and tears fall like rain as she does, indeed, ride it out. I wait for her to relax, then tell her that the nipple clamps will be removed as part of her show. She starts to nod her understanding, then stops, cognizant of what the reminder chains will do.
I move to my chair and sit, then gesture to her to begin. Her look of confusion amuses me, and I tell her that she must decide what to do. If it pleases me, then she will not have to get the remaining 12 strokes with the strap. If she does NOT please me, I will add another dozen! “Begin” I shout, and the sound startles her out of her confusion, and her hips start to grind.
Ah yes, the classic “bump and grind”. Interesting for a few moments, but soon boring. I reach for the strap, and she shakes her head no (causing a delightful little gasp as the chains pull tight). Then she turns to display her ass to me. I watch, now interested, as she slaps that ass left, right, left, right, until the cheeks are a nice pink color. I feel the first stirrings in my prick.
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