Nipple Blades Meaning Novels & Stories

Her breasts spill free, and I can’t help but lean down to take her nipple into my mouth, my tongue teasing the sensitive skin. She stirs slightly, moaning softly in her sleep, but her eyes remain closed. Good. She needs to stay unaware, at least for now. I want her lost in sensation, unable to resist what’s coming. The mask stays off tonight—this is me, only me, claiming her. I run the blade down the curve of her body, a soft whimper escaping her lips. The blade’s tip scratches her lightly, leaving small specks of blood in its wake. A silent mark of my control.

"See, it's not tight. Just enough to give you a little pinching sensation." Wide awake now, Shasta nodded solemnly and watched as Blake fastened a clamp first to her left nipple, then to her right. Between the belt around her neck, the larger plug that was now in place, and the nipple clamps, she began to feel the stirrings of need in her nether regions.

My cheeks had turned red. And he didn’t stop there. The petal went inside my gown. I could feel it in the valley between my breasts, making my breasts feel tight and heavy as heat washed over my skin. He was crazy. What does he think he was doing in such a public place? But then again, nobody would think that Blade was pulling a stunt like this when he was just standing there so innocently with his hands on his back, several steps away from the podium. The persistent petal slipped inside my bra. I could feel it brushing against my nipple. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. My nipples hardened in an instant.

“Are you scared, doll?” The knife grazed my nipple, and while I comprehended the shock from the feeling, another one took its place. A hot tongue replaced the cold metal, and my bud was sucked into a mouth. I wanted to arch my back, but I could still feel the edge of the blade right under the peak of my boob. He moved it to the other side and repeated the motion. The blade slid down, and I felt it slicing just a bit of skin under my boob, enough to leave a wet trail down my body, but not enough to kill me. I gasped, and while I was scared of the pain, I was also getting aroused.

He also cutted their thumbs from the root making them fingerless. He didn't even hiss while tearing their chests with his blade and making them bleed severely as he inserted the sharp blade in between the valley of their chests. He dragged blade down through their skin trying to cut their bodies in two halves, Nandini's soul got scared by hearing their hurtful screams.

My stomach knotted. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely steady. Andre’s grin widened. “You’ll see.” He clapped his hands, and two warriors dragged out a crate from the armory. The sound of metal rattled inside. My chest tightened when I saw what they pulled free. Blades. Not training staff. Not wooden poles. Blades sharp enough to kill. Andre picked one up, running a finger along its edge before tossing it at my feet. The clang rang through the silence.

“Followed by this one and the rest like it.” She pointed to the rattan. The pen scratched against the paper in a quick scrawl that probably only he could read. She took a breath and looked up at the wall. “I-I don’t know what these are.” “Those are clamps. Those are called butterfly clamps and the others are alligator.” he said. What are they for?” She thought she knew, but she hoped she was wrong. “Nipples. But I have other kinds for labia.”

After putting the collar on me, she pushed one of the clamps through the D-Ring. "These are light weight clamps to get you started," she told me as she pinched my already hard right nipple and attached the clamp. I squirmed and she told me to relax. I was worried that these were "starter" clamps as it already hurt. My left nipple was similarly clamped and then she disappeared back into the playroom again. I was trying to focus on the full feeling in my ass instead of the sharp pain on my nipples. I wasn't worried about what else she might bring back. I thought maybe it would be a gag to keep me quiet, but instead she returned with a blindfold that quickly eliminated my sight.

He traces it up the curve of my breast while he fucks me, slow, cold steel circling my nipple without touching it. My whole body goes rigid because the blade is centimeters from my skin and his cock is deep inside me and I cannot move my hands. "Please," I whisper, tears already building in my eyes. "The knife, Romanov, please don't—" "I told you I won't cut you." He traces the blunt across my nipple and the cold steel on the hard peak makes me gasp. "But the way your pussy squeezes when the blade touches your skin is something I'm not giving up."

He settled back down and I could concentrate on what I was doing. I moved the blade over to Errol’s other nipple. I drew a near perfect circle with the tip of the knife around his nipple and slipped the blade under the skin, slowly slicing through the flesh. The nipple came away with a soft squelch that was lost in the human's high-pitched scream. The little bit of pink flesh landed on his knee, and stayed there, smiling up at the human. “Your balls are next,” I said, and stuck the tip of the blade in his crotch. “My favourite part is when they just pop out. Like eyeballs.”