Nipple Blades Meaning Novels & Stories

I dropped my eyes back to the floor, and the blade returned, so cold I knew it had to be another one. Just how many more did he have? And how much longer did he plan for this to continue because he was sweeping the blade upwards towards my breasts, shredding the beautiful robe off my body, teasing my nipples with the point end of the blade. I'd stop breathing again, certain there would be an accident this time. Because, despite my fear and rioting emotions, my clit was beginning to swell with need.

She bit her lower lip, contemplated and finally replied, “Uhm… Nipple clamps?” “I see that you’ve done all your research,” I praised. “That was the surprise?” Judy asked enthusiastically. “You are going to love these, kitten.” I leaned down, my lips closing around one nipple, teasing it with my tongue before releasing it with a soft pop. I moved to the other, repeating the motion, feeling it stiffen further under my touch. Both were now standing at firm peaks, making it easier to proceed. Carefully, I hovered over the first, taking a moment to ensure it was aligned exactly where it needed to be.

his hands were making me go crazy. "my little kitten not taking care of her pretty breasts... don't worry... from now on... I will..." Then he grabbed my nipples and put a clip on them and I gasped at the feeling... "Nipple clamps... it can be really pleasurable... trust me..." he said and I nodded. Then he came with something black with golden stripes... it had a flat small square head of leather I guess... and then right on my nipple he hit me and I almost raised from the bed with the sensation... too intense... I tried to move but he grabbed me and sat down right over me still careful not to crush me.

The surrogate mask is heavy, but it's the only armor I have left. My fingers graze the back of my neck—the thin, raised line of scar tissue across my throat, and just above it, tucked into the coil of my hair, the Phantom Blade. A titanium needle, no thicker than a wire, its tip ground to a point that could part skin before a man could register the cold. As long as it's there, I am not a victim. I am a weapon with the safety still on. "Ms. Moore? This way."

"What? Don't give me that look! Do you think I haven't gotten myself captured before? Behold, a Steppe classic—the Sunblade! Doesn't actually contain the sun… I think. Don't hold me to that; I have no idea!" I eyed the sword warily, "What does it do, Niko? It's not going to explode, is it?" "Not that I'm aware of.... No, stop with the looks. Look, it burns things. As in, it'll get through a pair of handcuffs or these chains in a matter of minutes as opposed to… more than that. Now hold still."

By instinct she shuddered backward, but he quickly grabbed the bound wrists. “Shhh,” he soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just need it to get that pesky bra off of you.” Her shoulders relaxed slightly. Troy flicked the blade out. He grabbed the bottom of her bra and carefully pulled the blade up between her breasts, cutting away the navy, lacey fabric. Her soaked brown breasts bobbed out. Her nipples were already hard from the wet and cold.

BLADE 2. He forced his tongue into my mouth and pinned my two hands roughly on the bed. He doesn't allow me move. I wiggled my body but he ended up hitting my boobs with his palm. The pain sent the wrong sensation down my pussy. It throbbed shamelessly. He stopped kissing me and before I knew it, I landed a slap on his cheek which I regret doing. His demeanor changed instantly. I presume it didn't sit well with him.

Especially now, as she wasn't currently working at the hospital. She reached out to touch the matte-finished blade. It was a set of surgical tools, precious because of their unique blades. The blades were as thin as a cicada's wings, yet incredibly hard and stable. They were razor-sharp, so much so that it was said a cut from these blades wouldn't be felt for the first few seconds due to their sharpness. Wayne had certainly chosen well, knowing her interests. But she couldn't accept such an expensive gift without feeling she had earned it.

My blender has seven. After climaxing at LIQUEFY—followed by a little heavy breathing, and a quick adjustment of my skirt and nylons—I opened the blender and poured out my milkshake (something no vibrator can offer). “Tell me, baby,” Simon demanded. I described using our rolling pin, impaling myself on our cool, marble roller, thrusting over and over until the tool had been completely drenched with my own personal blend of honey. I told him about finding a pair of towel clamps that hadn’t been attached to the wall yet. The clamps were coated with a smooth and sleek metallic paint, and I immediately placed one on each of my nipples. They pinched deliciously.

Her breasts were full, more than a handful that would spill over in my hand, but her nipples were high and proud and I moved the tip of the knife to the rosy bumps, down her flat belly, and pressed it at the edge of her cli “You will apologize,” I told her again, letting my voice drop to a low octave that had grown men pissing on themselves. “Now I could see how she wanted to defy me, but I was the one holding a knife to a very vulnerable part of her body right now, and she didn’t know what I would d