Nipple Torture Gif Novels & Stories

Most were shirtless or simply covered their nipples with X’s made of black tape. One woman wearing a purple bustier that brimmed with her large breasts, stroked the belly of another with a soft leather whip. She dragged the black leather ribbons across the woman’s skin then alternately flicked it. The recipient arched her back over a chair, and appeared to enormously enjoy the beating, though her flesh had turned bright red. The pair conjured images of the bondage websites I’d seen, and heat grew between my legs. I fingered the diamond collar around my neck.

My nipples were already tight and achy, needy for his touch. His hand wrapped around my neck and he pushed me down to the counter. I shivered my body made contact with the cold marble top. He fished out one of the ice blocks from the bottom of the cup and began to rub it around my nipples. "Argh," I gasped. He continued to torture me, sliding the ice to my other nipple, then down to my belly button. I shook with desire as he fished out another block of ice and began to run it down to the top of my mound and then over my clit.

“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.

"The challenge will be for you not to move, at least not while we're passing it around your body. If you do, you'll get a reward, otherwise, you'll be punished." With that alone, I knew things were going to be very difficult, and I took a deep breath. Will took some of the gel with the tip of his finger and made a straight line across my left breast, going vertically down to the tip of the nipple, which was already hard. The touch is a little chilly and the smell increases. Then he spreads a little more on the nipple and squeezes, twisting. I let out a loud moan, shuddering slightly, but I didn't really move.

I whispered, wrapping my hands around his neck. "All in due time, my sweet." He muttered. His hand rested on my right breast and I whimpered as he squeezed the soft mold, cupping the whole package in his large hands at once. I trashed on the bed, falling for his naughty tease while craving for more. He seemed to enjoy my torture because he moved his lips down to the breast and began to kiss the surrounding area while he omitted my nipple which I wanted his wetness to touch.

He mutters, they are larger in size than six years ago. He gropes her nîpple with her nîpple in his mouth and starts sucking it like a hungry child for milk, his hands transfers to her b**bs and he starts massaging it. "Hmm... "Fiorella moans, her grip becomes tighter on the sheets Tito lays bites on her nîpple making her yelp, his hand still fondling her other b**b till it turns red with his finger prints, it's likes he's torturing her but she loves this kind of torture.

he continued twisting my nipple while Darrel’s dick poked into my ass through his Jean from behind. Ah. My god, when will this torture be over and they’ll fuck me senseless? “But if you do not behave yourself,” he went on, his fingers trailing and tapping on my arm until he got to my hand and took a hold of it, pulling it towards his own big dick. “You won’t get to have a taste of this.” He finally finished, my throat immediately went dry and I felt like someone had knocked the air completely right out of my lungs. I didn’t want to jeopardize my chances of getting a real dick in me, didn't want to miss my chance of getting the same treatment as the girl in the video I was watching just a cou

I scrambled up, lying back and gripping my swollen puffy lips and pulling them apart. He stared, then fetched items from a locked drawer: metal nipple clamps with vicious teeth, a whip, a bottle of lube, and a monstrous dildo that made my stomach clench. First, the clamps. He pinched my left nipple until it throbbed, then snapped the clamp on. I screamed so hard it echoed “Quiet.” He slapped my breast. The second clamp followed. The chain between them dangled, and he tugged it sharply, sending pain through me. My nipples felt like they were being torn off.