So I'm hanging out at a BDSM play party in the early 1990s when I notice this interesting woman -- 40-something, long brunette hair, nude from the waist up save for a leather breast harness, and with really attractive nipples...long, brick red, and somewhat erect looking.
We chat for a bit, I compliment her on her getup, she seems both reserved and exhibitionistic at the same time...then I spring the question on her:
"How would you feel about a little directed nipple play?"
"How do you mean, 'directed'?"
I smile. "I tell you what to do, and you proceed to do it."
We negotiate a bit -- no permanent marks, no breaking the skin, no me touching her, the usual caveats. Then she says OK. A small crowd begins to gather.
I have a kind of fetish for nipple play -- whether it's me doing the playing or 'forcing' somebody else to self-serve the minor pain. Part of the dominant/submissive dynamic.
"Ok, take two fingers of each hand and stroke those babies until they are nice and erect...slow and easy" I command. She complies. Soon her nips are puffed up and easily an inch long. The onlookers make appreciative comments.
"Now pinch. Hard!" The woman makes crab-claws out of her thumbs and forefingers and does as I say. Her eyes squinch tight and her face reflects the rising pleasure/pain.
Pinch, release. Pinch, release. Her body tenses and her thighs begin to rub together.
"Now twist!" I bark. "Pinch and twist like you are tuning an old fashioned radio!" The woman does as I order, her hands savage on her distended buds, her mouth set in a line, beads of sweat starting on her brow.
"Now!" I demand. " pull! Pull on those nipples like you are trying to.rip them right off! I want to see cone-shaped breasts! Hurt yourself! "
The woman groans low in her throat.
She throws her head back and flutters her eyes. Someone in the audience breathes "Oh my God!"
After a suspenseful moment I say "That's enough. Relax. Let go. You did great, wonderful, beautiful..." She drops her hands to her lap and sort of slumps, with a half smile playing on her lips. I lean in and place a kiss of benediction on her flushed forehead.
The onlookers break into applause. I bow and smile. Another perverted performance...
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