Giggling, she ignored the excruciating pain and drew the blade backward. The jagged edge tugged the captured nipple sideways. Just as she began to feel the tell-tale sting that signaled the pending onset of bleeding, she held still, looking at her nipple’s reflection in the knife’s mirror-clear blade until Marc had taken a half a dozen shots.
By the time that was done, the bulge in his pants was so pronounced she could see the outline of his cock. He licked his lips. “You’re too good, love. Now, lie down and pull ‘em tight.” He then set the timer and took the carving set from her.
Jeri snuck another quick feel as she lay spread-eagle on the table and stretched her arms back above her head. She pulled on the edge of the dinette and thrust her breasts up, elongating her breasts and pulling her nipples taut. Once the timer began, Marc positioned himself so that only his hands were in view and then jabbed the fork down next to her nipple. She winced at the sharp pain that the pointed tines sent coursing through her tit, but had little time to react before the knife blade slid down the fork and pressed directly onto the tip of her engorged nipple.
With less than two seconds to go before the shutter fell, he pressed harder, using just enough pressure to make it look and feel as if the rigid bud would split. Marc seemed to know exactly how much pressure her tender flesh could bear, however. When the flash went off, Marc jumped slightly, and Jeri responded by doing the same. Both the fork and the knife bit harder as her chest bounced. Though the fork didn’t quite puncture, the knife slid just enough to give Jeri a razor cut, eliciting a clipped scream of pain and then a gasp of surprise when she felt her pussy clench.
Marc started to stop, but she shook her head. “No! I’m fine…” She hadn’t intended on sounding so eager.
Several shots later, a few razor thin lines of red decorated both her buds and the upper ridges of her crinkled areolas. They stung, but it was a wonderfully erotic feeling that translated to a slow boil building in her lower belly and clit.
Almost reluctantly, Marc set the carving set aside and grabbed a paring knife. “OK, this will be it for the knives. Sit up again, hon’.”
Jeri heaved herself back up. If her nipples could talk, they’d have told her to take the job and shove it. Her pussy, on the other hand, would have told them to shut up. Regardless of which body parts wanted what, their owner was almost ready to rape her husband. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the constant ache, and interlaced her fingers behind her head to lift and stretch her tits.
Though the added pull on her knifed areolas sent a renewed rush of pain jetting through her breasts, she smiled stoically and thrust her chest out while Marc set the camera angle. Once her tits were adequately displayed, he ducked behind her then reached around and trapped her right nipple between the blade and his thumb. He pressed as if he meant to pare the small nub completely from her body. For a moment, Jeri feared he wouldn’t stop, particularly as a lancing pain which more than rivaled the earlier two shot through the pinched nipple. But, once the flash went off, he stood back up and pulled the knife away.
He then ordered her to lay her tit on the table. Once it lay like a loaf of bread on the tabletop, he pressed the blade solidly across the top of her areola, pinching it against the hard oak surface. By the time he’d finished with those shots, a couple more traces of red decorated her breasts and she was ready for a break.
Five minutes later, after an all too brief respite that included a lot of alcohol, even more stinging, and nothing to satisfy her growing desire, Jeri laid atop the little table with her arms tucked behind her head. She watched tentatively as Marc moved a flickering red taper candle over her left breast and slowly tipped it sideways. She had no idea Kitchen Delights sold candles, or she may not have offered her services. They’d tried the wax thing once before, and her delicate skin had not been happy. Gritting her teeth, she arched her back up, pushed her chest forward and closed her eyes. A deal was a deal, and he’d said this was the last set.
It took only a matter of moments for the first droplet of red wax to drop. His aim was unerring as the hot scented wax struck beside her nipple. Since he’d been holding the candle fairly high, Jeri had steeled herself for what she had expected was a light stinging, however she now recalled the marked difference between the unscented clear waxes they used in their other “play” and the heavily scented and dyed wax that was now trying to melt its way into her screaming nipple.
It was all she could do to resist brushing desperately at the burning mass of wax, and, when the next drop struck just above the first she yelped between clenched teeth. Mark paid no attention when she pulled her legs together. Keeping her breasts stretched, she rubbed her thighs together. She hissed when the next drop burned into her rose-colored flesh.
Each drop struck with the same molten burning, with no respite unless the wax either cooled or landed atop an earlier red drop. But the burning didn’t seem to be as bad now that she’d started building a head of steam inside herself. When a drop hit dead center on her nipple, she cried out, tossing her self-imposed silence out the window. She thought about brushing at the burning wax, but let the action translate to her crushing thighs.
Still, her husband stopped and let her catch her breath.
She smiled up at him bravely. “I didn’t know they even sold candles, hon’. I’m sorry I couldn’t handle that.”
Mark kissed her lightly on the cheek and grabbed the lighter. “They don’t, sweetheart. They sell the lighters.”
She glanced down as his pants fell to his feet, his raging hard-on reaching for the roof. She’d thought the candles had been the last prop left, now it dawned on her that he was only prepping for something else.
While Jeri looked on with obvious concern, Mark set the automatic timer and moved her way.
“Stand up.”
She slid quickly off the table and watched as he reclined across it with his head toward the camera. His penis stood straight up, ready for a ride. He took her hand and pulled her around the side of the table.
“Face the camera.”
Jeri needed no more prompting. Taking a deep breath, she climbed onto her knees over the top of him, straddling his hips as she centered her glistening pussy over his bouncing cock. His hands closed around her hips as he gently pulled her down until his thick, purple cock head split her labia.
“Now, close your eyes and fuck me, slowly, keeping your tits as still as you can.”
Again, Jeri needed no prompting. She closed her eyes and lowered herself onto him, moaning quietly to herself as she felt every bulge and vein slide into her. Once her labia crushed against him, she started a slow grind, clenching him as tight as she could.
She heard the quick snap and the quiet hiss of gas as he ignited the long, chrome-colored lighter. Unable to keep her eyes closed, she watched through half-lidded eyes as he adjusted the flame until it was a two-inch blaze dancing at the end of the elongated barrel.
As full comprehension struck her, she started grinding harder against him, her sopping pussy lips parting over his balls. He brought the dancing flame closer and closer to her nipple, apparently counting to himself. She heard him say “nine,” just as he brought the flickering flame to bear beneath the right of her two sore, throbbing and lightly cut nipples. Just as the heat began to register and another scream built in her throat, the timer went off. Her clit was tingling even more as he started counting backward again.
This time, he brought the tip of the lighter beneath her other nipple. Once the eighth second passed, he closed his finger on the trigger. The flame lapped up and all but seared her nipple and the surrounding agonized flesh. Her lower belly clenched and the beginnings of an orgasm accompanied her groan as the camera flashed.
As quickly as it had been there, the fire was gone. She held her intertwined fingers tight against the back of her head, shoving her breasts out. By the time he got to “three,” she was anticipating the burn through the haze of a simmering climax. At “one” the flame enveloped the tip
of her breast. The flash went off, and her orgasm exploded.
A couple minutes later, Jeri lay face down on the table, her abused breasts crushed flat against the cool, soothing wood, the light breeze from the overhead fan cooling the dripping folds between her open legs. Marc had somehow managed not to come himself and had gently extricated himself from beneath her a couple minutes after she was done.
He looked down at her, smiling. His voice was husky and happy. “Nice work, love. A couple more gadgets and it’s a wrap.”
Jeri rolled onto her side and grabbed his slippery, and still quite rigid, penis. She quickly performed a wrap of her own, sucking him voraciously as she dropped to her knees and backed him up against the nearby wall. After he let out a few loud moans, she stopped and shuffled backward to the dinette. Leaning back until she was lying face up over it, she pulled her arms up over her head, shook her wonderfully sore breasts, and spread her legs wide.
“Don’t you think it’s time for one of their chrome-handled spoons?”
The look on his face told her he’d love to do nothing else, but he shook his head even as he moved toward her. “Have to save that until later, Jer. Can’t have more bruises than I can Photoshop out.”
She feigned a disappointed sigh and grabbed him by the wrists. “Then just fuck me screaming, Marc Eddington!”
Marc wasted no time acceding to her demand. He slipped his raging cock into her dripping warmth. Once inside her, he drove hard, shoving her further back onto the table while closing his right hand carelessly around her left tit. He squeezed the white flesh between his fingers and crimped her stinging areola. Pounding her now, he pinched both nipples and sucked one hard between his lips. His warm lips and tongue soothed the tender flesh while his teeth sent sharp waves of near-agony coursing through it.
The pain left over from the shoot added to the animal eroticism that defined their world at that moment. He shifted his manic attentions to the other nipple. She thrust her breasts into his mouth, encouraging him to suck and bite. Her nipples felt as if they were the main course in a smorgasbord, but she eagerly accepted the agony with the ecstasy.
It took no more than a dozen more hard thrusts for Marc’s climax to start. His enthusiastic abuse combined with the reflex grinding of his hips against her, caused her to respond in kind.
Short minutes later, Jeri gently caressed the back of her husband’s head as he suckled reflexively in post-coital slumber. She looked down at her free nipple and the decorative red teeth marks, scratches and welts, smiling slightly despite the constant stinging throb that beat inside it. She began gently massaging, tweaking, and rolling the tender flesh until it peaked again.
She’d give him a few minutes before she woke him up for round two. There were several spoons and spatulas in the box. Though her tits needed a break before she took him home to indulge in marinara sauce, her bottom was as pristine as when they’d started. Smiling to herself, she imagined him spanking her to a fiery red with Kitchen Delight’s finest, maybe even taking some action to her swollen pussy for good measure.
It made perfect sense, after all, and a little variety certainly couldn’t hurt the campaign. Besides—once this one took off—there was no telling which other companies might consider a similar marketing strategy. She closed her eyes and kissed his hair. What better time than now to practice?
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Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and the Publisher of Darker Pleasures. Throughout the first decade of the 21st century, he published, edited and wrote stories for the erotic adult webzine of the same name. A fan of breasts and breast-oriented BDSM, he has written and edited hundreds of short stories ranging from R-rated erotica to hard-edge bondage and BDSM fiction. Matt is perhaps best known in certain circles for The Breast Punishment Primer, a non-fiction reference for all things having to do with tit torture. He is in the process of writing his first full-length novel, Families, expanding on a series of vampire-centric BDSM erotica stories featuring characters and concepts touched on in the short stories The Alcove and Becoming Eternal. For those of you intrigued by such things, Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM features thirteen of his best-selling stories.
You can find other e-books written by Matt Nicholson at Darker Pleasures (www.darkerpleasures.com)
Darker Pleasures began as an adult web magazine in 1999. It featured original text and photo-illustrated stories, images, video, art and articles specializing in erotic breast-oriented bondage and BDSM. Darker Pleasures featured stories written by dozens of erotica authors including Matt Nicholson, Elizabeth Faraday, Lee Ash, Jude Mason, Adrian Hunter, Cherry Lee, Leo Bulero and others. The webzine ended its run in January 2010. In August 2011, Darker Pleasures began publishing revised and edited releases of the BDSM erotica originally featured in the pages of its e-magazine. Darker Pleasures’ stories and books can be found through Smashwords and other e-book outlets.
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