Nipple Rings Black Novels & Stories

"We're still learning how your body works and it's up to you to set the limits." Nick lowered his gaze and analyzed the marks on my breasts and I looked too, the nipples were really red, the tips had marks from the teeth of the clips and there was a redness of almost breaking the skin. "I can't believe you wanted them to look like that," Nick said seriously and then he put his hand out to the side and I followed the movement, seeing the driver there, handing him some ointment. I swallowed. "No... I just didn't feel it was that bad..." I spoke the truth, I hadn't really felt that much pain, but apparently I had.

“It seems you really are naughty, aren’t you? Daring to remove the nipple rings your Master left behind.” My heart slammed to a stop.

Being tied like this – open, unable to cover myself – makes everything feel more intense. “Too tight?” he asks, checking the fit. “No, Sir. It’s… okay.” He nods, then reaches into the cabinet and returns with two small black nipple clamps connected by a delicate silver chain. He holds them up so I can see. “These are beginner clamps,” he explains, rolling one of my already hard nipples between his fingers until I gasp. “They have adjustable pressure. We’ll start very light. If it becomes too much, you tell me, you say Yellow or Red. Ready?”

"Nipples next. Uncle's doing them himself." My tits heaved, nipples perked from the cool air. He clamped the first, cold metal pinching. "Breathe, slut." The needle pierced sharp, fire through my breast. I cried out, tears pricking. He threaded the ring quick, silver hoop with a tiny lock charm. "Fuck... burns." He tugged it light, sting shooting to my pussy. "Looks good. One more." Second nipple same—clamp, pierce, ring. I whimpered, but heat built low again. The fresh piercings throbbed, sensitive.

I let drips fall, one at a time over her skin, then run the ice around the areola of the nearer nipple, making it pucker and crinkle. She yells and struggles, her eyes squeezed closed and I sneak the moment to look back at James. His already dark eyes are black, and he holds up his wine-glass in a toast, then nods me back to her. And now her nipples project clear of the rest of the breast.... .... Perfect.... "That's better," I comment. Her eyes open, then follow my fingers as I pick up one of the clamps, holding it close so she can see it properly before I use it. Her breath catches as I snap it open and closed a couple of times.

My cheeks burned the second I saw what was inside. A cream card sat on top in his bold handwriting: My beautiful red-haired doll. I believe I will see you wearing this. Underneath lay three sets of the most sinful lingerie I’d ever seen—white, black, and deep red. His favorite colors, I guessed. My stomach flipped in the best way. But there was more. A small velvet pouch spilled open, and two delicate silver nipple rings caught the dying light, each one crowned with a tiny diamond that sparkled like it had secrets.

His were dark with a hungry and wild gleam. My nipples were swollen, and I felt even more exposed with my arms restrained. After discarding the gloves, he used one hand to glide his fingertips over one of my nipples. I closed my eyes, biting my lip to endure the sensation that the simple touch caused me, but it quickly faded. Moving away again, he returned seconds later with what I identified as nipple clamps in his hands. I already knew the sensation they provoked, and it made my body tingle with anticipation. Approaching me, he attached the small metal chain from the clamps to the ring on my collar.

I was making it obvious. "Why I'm so nervous? It's just Rafe." I whisper to my reflection. I see the ring sparkling in my finger. It makes me blush again. I smile in bliss. It feels like a dream, having Rafe's ring in my finger. I put my hand down and focus on the present moment. Opening up the faucet, I wash away the blush on my face and do the inhale/exhale exercise a few times. I close the faucet and inspect my appearance afterwards.

I want the thing in the window. I sort through the hangers until I find it near the back. It’s black leather, with a thick collar that connects down the center of the chest to a heavy waist belt. Secondary straps branch off, designed to cage the ribs and wrap around the upper thighs. A leather strap runs from the middle of the back downwards, where it would go through the crack of my ass, connecting to a cock ring in the front. The cock ring is removable, so we’d be able to take it off and replace it with a different one, or leave it off entirely, depending on what Kir wants to do to me.

Andy picked up a small chrome circle with four tiny screws. He leaned over and sucked on my left nipple until it hardened. I had to stifle a groan of pleasure as his tongue lapped at my throbbing titty. Abruptly he pulled away, and slipped the ring on, tightening it. I opened my mouth to cry out in pain, and a large hand clamped over my lips. "Don't do it," a rough voice ordered, "or you'll get the ball gag back again."