“Go and get your pegs girl”
How those words make me shiver & squirm with anticipation. Knowing how my nipples will swell & harden at just the thought of the pegs tightening on them. That initial bite of pain, that makes me suck in my breath, and bite down on my lip.
Then the waiting game begins.
He’ll just carry on the conversation, the fact that my nipples are pegged tight is ignored. Though of course both of us are conscious of the fact. How long will I last before I start to whine at the pain? How long can I take it for him? I kneel there at his feet, shifting my weight from side to side, starting to fidget as the throbbing increases. The delicious burning making me wet for him, until I want to squeeze my thighs together.
I’m sure he loves the game that’s playing out. He knows I’ll eventually give in, the pain will start to cross that ever-moving line. The line he helped me find, and now helps me move. Little by little. Tiny increments. Every time just a few minutes longer. For him. Helping me find pleasure in the pain. For him.
Finally I hit that point. I give in & reluctantly tell him: “They are really hurting now Sir.” He’ll stroke my hair & tell me: “One more minute for me”. I kneel there, biting on my lip, eyes closed as I concentrate on my breathing. Slow, deep breaths. I grit my teeth, determined to do it for him. To give him what he asks, to please him.
At last I hear “time is up, you can remove them now”. I grip them both, trying to release them simultaneously. Holding my breath now because I know the pain is about to be so much worse. As they come off the blood rushes back to my nipples and I gasp… moaning in pain. God that hurts. I want to touch them, to soothe them, but that will hurt even more.
Right at that moment I crave his mouth on them. Surrounding the poor, tortured peaks. Laving them with his wet tongue, soothing the ache as they throb between his lips. My back arches, wanting to bring them closer to him. To run my hands through his hair as he sucks on them hard. Pain and pleasure endlessly entwined in my head. Until nothing exists but his mouth on me, and his pleasure & pride in his submissive.