One of J's favorite things is to put me into predicaments and watch me struggle to meet Her expectations. Whether it's a mean game of Twister, an onion gag or keeping me beneath Her all day i am constantly amazed at J's ability to dream up new challenges. And i adore (adore!) the wry little smile She gets on Her face while testing me and watching me struggle. That look, combined with Her bubbling, yet still a little evil laugh, always makes me immensely happy.
And She shows no signs of letting up. One night last week we were lying in bed, kissing and touching and working each other up. J clamped my nipples and had me bring Her to orgasm with my tongue, which i did eagerly, making Her scream with delight twice (hooray!). Afterwards She ordered me to sit up with my back against the wall and knees bent in front.
J got that smile on Her face again...
"So...I have a challenge for You, dear. You ready for a challenge?"
Seeing that smile i could not respond quickly enough, "Yes, my Lady."
"Good."
J leaned over and reached into our toy bag and pulled out a short length of string. She had used this to tie my cock up a couple of times but it was not something we used all that often. She tied a knot around the chain between my nipple clamps and then with a wicked grin slid down and tied the other end around my big toe.
i felt the chain pulling away, pinching my nipples tighter as the clover clamps did their work.
"Now stand up, slave," J ordered.
i tried to stand and immediately figured out Her evil plan. With my clamps tied to my toe i actually couldn't stand straight at all...not even close. i was forced into an awkward, hunched over position, and even then the clamps were digging mercilessly into my nipples, which were screaming with agony.
J smiled. "Now go and fetch me a coke, slave."
i did the best i could to hobble out of our bedroom and to the kitchen, Each time i faltered or took a bad step the clamps made me gasp and howl.
"Faster, slave!" J barked from the bedroom.
i hustled as best i could and returned with the soda. J looked at me and gave me a small laugh, the one She uses when Her imagination is really in overdrive.
"Hmmm....no ice?"
"i...no my Lady. i am sorry, my Lady," i breathed, my heart racing and cheeks flushed as i stodd bent over before Her.
"Well, that won't do. Go and bring me a glass of ice, slave."
As i started to hobble again to the kitchen i heard J get up and follow me.
"I actually want to watch this," She smiled.
i had to lift my foot high just to be able to reach high enough to get a glass out of cabinet. The freezer was just as high. i placed the glass down and then started to lift myself into the awkward and humiliating position, my ears ringing with J's laughter when She stopped me.
"I think this is to easy, dear...don't you agree?"
"Yes my Lady," was my reply. The only proper reply, even if i did not agree.
J moved the cup to the other side of the kitchen.
"Now...one ice cube at a time. And I want six in my glass."
i immediately lifted my foot, shaking as i got a single ice cube out of the freezer. i brought it over to the glass, then returned to do the second. By the time i did six my legs were in agony, nipples screaming and my whole body was shaking and even a little sweaty. J had had a good laugh at my expense, and looked at me as i put the last cube in the glass.
"Good boy," She cooed. My heart melted.
J reached down and removed the nipple clamps. The blood rushing back made me scream as the clamps came off. i screamed even louder when J gave each nipple a cruel twist, and gasped, gazing at Her.
J pointed to the ground. "Now what do you say?"
i knelt, lowered my head and kissed Her foot. "Thank You, my Lady," i breathed. i did the same for the second foot, then returned to a kneeling position. J caressed my cheek with Her hand and i gazed up at Her, transfixed.
J had me remove the string from my toe and then crawl behind Her back to the bedroom. She threw me down on the bed on my back and climbed on top, sliding Her wet sex over me. i gasped in joy and adoration, then screamed as J again twisted my nipples. her face was flushed as She rode me, twisting my nipples off and on just to watch me scream and squirm. After She came again She allowed me to come as well, and i exploded almost instantly.
J said that had i dropped any ice cubes i would not have been allowed to release, but because She was impressed i was able to focus She decided i deserved that reward.
i whispered "thank You, Mistress," as we lied in each other's arms, my heart filled with joy and wonder at this amazing Wife of mine, and how much i belong to Her.
Most excellent!
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ReplyDeleteAh! i am sososososososo sorry Lady Grey! i accidentally deleted this comment..hopefully i can get it back! Please don't take it personally, it was an honest mistake!
DeleteAccidents can happen, but when a sub has an accident that concerns his Dom, there is usually hell to pay. Since much of my comment was directed toward your wife, and since your wife is your Dom, it would be up to her to decide how to deal with this matter. Did she get a chance to read what I wrote? Did you?
DeleteIt says under my name that "This comment has been removed by a blog administrator". Are you the "administrator" to whom this refers? Altogether, a rather disconcerting situation, I'm sorry to say. I've received hundreds of comments on my blog, and I've never accidentally erased one. Just how did you manage it?
It was an accident, but it was also one of inattention and there is no excuse. And because it does affect my Domme, J has promised there will indeed be hell to pay.
DeleteEspecially because it was from You, whose comments we always value. And no, neither of us got to read it...i am sorry again. i am the 'administrator' and i was going over the comments in my blogger dashboard and there was a spam comment right above Yours and i thought i checked the box next to that comment to delete it, but it must have been Yours instead.
J is still considering how best to punish me, and thus far has only promised that it will be very harsh, as i deserve. She also ordered me to ask You if there is any punishment You feel would be appropriate, as You were also wronged by my failure. J has said She will administer a punishment from Her due to my failings, and She has also said that should You deem any punishment necessary She will also carry that out in Your name as well. i find myself trembling (the anticipation is killling me...) but also know that i will richly deserve any and all punishment, regardless of how harsh or difficult.
i am truly sorry, and i promise it will not happen again. And J stands ready to administer any punishment You deem fit if it will help right things even a little in Your eyes.
Well, I had written rather extensively about one of my own nipple clamp "methods" (with a large nod of appreciation for J's delightful toe-to-clamp fun and games), so I would think it appropriate that your nipples get a bit of extra attention in my choice of punishment. Plus, as it takes a lot of time and effort to send you a reply, and since you blithely erased my last one, I feel we should combine the nipple attention with some writing attention. The key word here is "attention", something you were clearly lacking when you pressed that delete button.
DeleteTherefore, my suggestion to J is that she seat you at a writing table, and attach the clover clamps to your nipples. Using her favorite string, J would then tie one end to the chain between the clamps and the other end to your wrists so that the tension on the string is taut and your body bent a bit forward when you're writing. Once that position is reached, I would ask J to move the papers you're going to write on another few inches away from your hands, with instructions that your body should not move forward any farther. That should supply a considerable amount of tension between your hands and the clamps, with adjustments that I'm sure J can make.
Now the writing. I'd suggest that you fill one page with about 25 lines of the following:
"I will never again accidentally erase comments to my blog". After a page is complete, J should kindly remove your clamps, check for accuracy and neatness, and then replace the clamps in either the same or a slightly different spot (my personal preference) on your nipples. I would think that four pages of this assignment, with the clamps going off and on with each page, would be sufficient, but J certainly has the option of increasing that amount if she's unhappy with the look of your writing. No doubt you will be somewhat amazed at the increased level of discomfort with each "off and on". Should be great fun, don't you think, and a reminder to be more careful in the future.
I might add, as I did in the "lost" comment, that my husband has been trained not to make a sound when clamps go on and off. Not a yell, not even a gasp. It took awhile for him to achieve this, but I certainly enjoyed the training sessions and the punishments for any failures on his part. Now, he is quite good about the lack of "noise" I desire. Just a thought:)
Wow...my nipples are already screaming just from reading this. i figured You would come up with something harsh and devious, and it is exactly what i deserve.
Deletethank You Lady Grey, J was delighted at Your suggestion and has promised to implement this punishment in Your name (with perhaps some additions of Her own). We have been busy and J says She is still thinking about how best to properly punish me, but i think She may at least implement Your punishment for me this weekend. i will be sure to let You know how it went.
And J loooooved Your idea about no sound when clamps come on and off - i whimper and moan like crazy when those are removed and J has said that those days are over...though i think it will take extensive training for that to happen, which J seems like She is already looking forward to...
I look forward to hearing how it works out. Have a fun weekend.
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