Nipple Rings Black Novels & Stories

"My tongue." While they washed the areas to receive the piercings, Monique made me use the Listerine mouthwash once more. My slave's nipples were naturally erect and pouty, but they were still teased to tautness and blood infused fullness as the contraption was adjusted for her breasts and nipples. After washing them again, it was locked into place and I began giving my slave an orgasm. She couldn't wriggle and squirm, being bound so tightly to the chair, but her moans were music as her release grew closer. At the first sign of her orgasm, Monique pulled the trigger and both nipples were perforated with a wide gauge needle. The device was removed, both breasts washed again and her two jewele

"So they are, but they aren't unattractive or anything..." "No, I know, but see on top of their awesome size and shape her nipples are now permanently erect because of the nipple rings." Kelly was shaking her head. "My nipples have always been like that. It wasn't the rings that did that. In fact, my nipples sticking out like this are the reason that Cooper wanted me to get them in the first place. He said that they'd look outstanding with rings." "Well he was right," Duncan said, with Marie nodding in agreement.

"So they are, but they aren't unattractive or anything..." "No, I know, but see on top of their awesome size and shape her nipples are now permanently erect because of the nipple rings." Kelly was shaking her head. "My nipples have always been like that. It wasn't the rings that did that. In fact, my nipples sticking out like this are the reason that Cooper wanted me to get them in the first place. He said that they'd look outstanding with rings." "Well he was right," Duncan said, with Marie nodding in agreement.

The thin material of her beige bra can't hide her dark areolas or the outline of her protruding nipples pushing against it. "Be my guest," she smiles. I make a production out of removing her bra. Using two hands to unfasten the clasp, I slowly pull the material away, revealing her magnificent breasts little by little. I gasp when I see her nipples and her silver dollar size areolas. "What's the matter?" Barbara asks. "My God, they are so black!" I am astounded at how dark her nipples and areolas are. Whatever the darkest black color is, maybe midnight black, that's the color.

I went through the jewellery until I found one I liked. “I think I will take this.” It was a black titanium circular barbell. “Is it safe?” “Of course.” She grabbed two before asking. “Are you having two piercings or one?” “Well, it depends.” I stared at the ring, wondering if it was painful. It had to be. That thing didn't look like a child's play to me. “On what?” “Will it hurt? I mean, isn't that too big for my nipples?” “Isn't your cock awfully big for your omega?” She blurted out, eyes wide when she realized she had spoken her words out loud.

“Give me your hand.” She was beginning to understand this was going to be a slow torture session. Instinct made her keep her newly polished fingers flat on the ground, even though she desperately wanted to curl them, or use them to shield her breasts. Her nipples were stiff with tension, desperately hoping for his attention. It was all she could do to keep her hips still. He glanced at them and smiled. “Ready for a little nipple rouge? It will stain them a deep red to match your lips for several days. Hold still, we don’t want to stain your pretty white skin.” Over her uncertain murmurings, he painted her nipples, taking his time.

Perfect. Raphe grabbed the nipple clamps; this particular set had a chain that connected them to a small clamp for her clit. Leaning down he took her left nipple in his mouth, lashing at it with his tongue while she writhed and moaned under him. When he was certain her nipple could take it, he let go with a pop! and attached the clamp before moving to her other side. She was nearly screaming by the time he had both nipples connected with their light golden chain, small jewels winking from the metal clamps. He kissed his way down her quivering stomach, lightly pulling the chain with him, making her gasp and cry out with each tug.

Then I stood in front of the mirror. My reflection looked like someone I didn’t know. My eyes were too dark, my skin was too pale. I unscrewed the rings from my nipples, one by one. Rings that I had gotten used to and never took them off because Mike loved them. He loves to suck my nipples with them on. But now… Because Dave was the mastermind, so I have no right to keep them on. I looked at them one last time… then opened the window and threw them outside, anyone who loved them could pick it up.

“Just one more thing.” I was lost to sensation and no longer even capable of wondering what could possibly be next. He went away again and returned, laying beside me as his hands caressed my body firmly, then my breasts, kneading at them and pulling on the nipples until they were hard and so sensitive, it was then he revealed a beautiful silver chain, that had a clamp on each end. He held it high enough that I could see, before slowly applying a clamp to each nipple. I bit back the cry that wanted to escape desperately trying to keep my promise to be quiet. Tears streamed from my eyes and my back arched violently.

"Don't miss any of the action here." "I'm not." She focused on the platform. From a table at the side that contained a number of items Drake selected a box that he opened. Walking around the platform he displayed its contents to the crowd, a pair of nipple rings studded with some kind of stones. Taking the first one, he pulled hard on one of Sara's taut buds before threading a thin bar through spots that had obviously been pierced. Biting the tips again, he repeated the performance with the other one. Bree wondered if she wore them regularly and whose idea had it been to do the piercing - hers or Drake's.