Week of Nipple Training – Monday

I awoke with a raging hard-on. Rolling over, Beatrice was awake, eyes open, and smiling at me. I pulled her to me, kissed her, and mounted her.

I removed the loops from her nipples, pleased to see that they were still erect but not swollen. Bending my head, I suckled one side while pinching the other. She arched her back beneath me, allowing my cock to delve deeper.

Now, I used my teeth, latching on, and twisting the other. She cried out, lifted her hands to push me away, but instead clawed at the sheets.

Good girl!

She came, exploding around my cock. I switched sides, biting the twisted nipple and twisting

the freshly bitten one. She screamed and came again. I joined her, burying my cock deep inside of her.

I left for work, reattaching her necklace, and warning her to not take it off. She could slip on a dress if she liked, but nothing else. She nodded and kissed me good bye.

When I arrived home that evening, I was gratified to see that Beatrice had followed my directives. I asked  her how she felt and she admitted that her nipples were slightly tender, but she had stayed wet for most of the day.

I removed the necklace and showed her the next stage – tweezer clamps. She bit her lip, but stood still while I put them on her. Perfect.

“Bend over the back of the chair,” I told her. “Let your breasts dangle.”

She did as I ordered. God I love how submissive and obedient she had become. Obviously, she loved it as well judging by the wetness of her slit!

I knelt before her and licked. She jumped and murmured something and let loose of a gush of wetness which I promptly slurped up. I sucked her clit and fingered her puss until her body trembled and she came. Twice.

Satisfied, I helped her to stand, hugged her close, told her how proud I was of her, and then asked when dinner would be ready.

She blinked, confused, and my cock pressed painfully against my trousers.

“Dinner. You’ll wear those clamps throughout dinner. If there are no complaints, afterwards, I’ll take your puss. Remember, only after I have come do I remove the clamps.”

Trust me when I say I was quite uncomfortable during that dinner, but it was worth it when Beatrice screamed my name.

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