Novel & Cerita Extreme Clit Torture

“Take it. This is mine, too. This little bud that makes you scream. I’m going to fuck it with my cock before I fuck it with my tongue again.” He increased the pressure, ground the rigid length against my clit in a slow, brutal rhythm. The friction was almost too much, a sharp, bright torture that wound a new, impossible coil of tension in my gut. My hands clawed at the sheets. A choked sob escapes me. “Please… Dante… it’s too much…”

He would attach small, weighted chains to them, the constant, pulling pressure a delicious torment that had me begging for release. One night, he tied me to the bed, spread-eagled and helpless. He then attached a small, vibrating clamp to each barbell. The vibrations were a low, steady hum that seemed to travel directly to my clit. I was writhing on the bed, a sobbing, desperate mess, my body a taut, quivering string of need. “Please, sir,” I begged. “Please, I need to come.”

“Look at how fucking pathetic you are. Ass red. Wrists tied. Getting railed by the girl you’ve been torturing for months. And you’re dripping like a faucet.” She sobbed. Tears streaming. Eyes locked on her own wrecked reflection. Mouth open in constant moans. “Yes—yes—fuck—own me—” I reached around, pinched her clit hard between my fingers, twisted it while I pounded deeper. “Come, slut. Come while I choke the attitude out of you.” I wrapped my hand around her throat from behind. Squeezed. Hard. Controlled her air until her face flushed dark, until her pussy spasmed violently.

Holy hell, heat burned her up and her heart rate increased. Eric cupped both sides of her buttocks, bringing her back to the counter and holding her still as he lipped and pulled at her clitoris. Running his tongue from the top of her hood to the centre of her core, Cat bucked and cried out. Eric held her firm, not letting her escape his sweet torture.

Once I’m satisfied with the welts on his back, I make my way back to the cupboard, humming to myself just the way he used to do as I pick out the nipple clamps before turning around and snapping them down…hard. “Arrrrr” The last two I snap onto his testicles….I've felt the pain on my clitoris enough. I smile as I listen to the shock in the room, which gives me an idea. I hold the electric prod up…before touching the metal clamps on his nipples before heading further down...Dimitri screams. “Owww Fuck stop, please.”

“Please, Master, clamp my nipples, my clit! Hurt me, make me scream for your cock!” He obliged mid-strike, pausing to retrieve the clover clamps from the drawer, vicious metal jaws connected by a heavy chain. He rolled her onto her back roughly, ignoring her whimpers as the welts ground into the sheets. Pinching her hardened nipples, he snapped the clamps on, the bite exquisite torture. Jenna screamed, back bowing off the bed. He tugged the chain, watching her tits bounce. “Eight! Nine!” The final strike was a brutal full-force smack across both cheeks, leaving her ass throbbing purple.

He presses the vibrator into my hand. “Use it on your clit. Do not cum until I say. Disobey and the crop comes back out.” I nod, and place the vibrator on my clit. The triple stimulation is overwhelming — his thick cock filling me from below, the vibrator buzzing relentlessly on my swollen clit, and the clamps still biting my nipples. I’m shaking, grinding desperately on his cock, fighting the orgasm with everything I have. His strong hand wraps around my throat from behind and squeezes. “Who owns this cunt now?”

and I almost felt ashamed as I visibly relaxed. When he returned, I could feel the flogger trail over my skin once more but this time I felt a bit more confident that he was not going to use it harshly against me. I began to relax beneath his tutelage and was on the verge of a heated moan when I felt him lightly strike my throbbing clit with the tails. I almost came unglued but knew he was smiling at my responses. I wanted to beg him to end this delicious torture and go ahead and fuck me because this was driving me insane. I had never wanted someone so much in my life and my whole body was aching to feel him plunge deep into me over and over again, harder than I had ever been fucked before.

Then, her pussy—light taps at first, building to full slaps that made her buck against the restraints. “You like that? Your cunt’s begging for more punishment.” I pinched her clit between my fingers, twisting viciously. She thrashed, the gag muffling her howls, tears streaming. I attached a clamp there too—a small one, right on her clit hood—making her body seize in shock. “Fuck, look at you. Clamped like a proper pain slut.” I stroked myself, watching her writhe, then thrust into her without warning. She screamed around the gag, her walls clenching in protest and pleasure.

Mark moves on, his tone still conversational as he takes my swollen nub between his fingers and squeezes it. "Sir..." I let out a scream. "Please, I have to come..." "That's unfortunate. Such a sloppy little sub, but I suppose if you really can't help yourself..." He increases the pressure, tugging and twisting my engorged clit as I writhe on the bench, helpless to withstand any more of this torture. My climax grips and overwhelms me, the delicious shudders and ephemeral bliss of release momentarily over-riding all other considerations. Mark continues to rub and roll my clit between his finger and thumb until the tremors recede and I return to this moment, with them, to face the consequences