submissive-seeking:

Placed up on my knees with two simple commands: “Place your hands just above my knees and do not let go. You may squeeze as hard as you need to. You will maintain eye contact at all times.”

He asks the question, “Do you know what I am going to do?” I answer, “Yes Sir. You are going to hurt me.” He asks “Why am I going to hurt you?” I answer, “Because you can Sir. I am yours to hurt.” He responds, “That’s right my little one. But you need me to hurt you. Don’t you little one?” I answer, “Yes Sir, I need. I need to hurt for you.”

Then He begins the nipple torture without another word. It can vary from His fingers to clothes pins slowly squeezed to clover clamps with the chain slowly pulled over time.

If He sees I need encouragement or to borrow His will, He gently talks me through it.

When He is satisfied with the “peak” of the torture, He tells me how well I’ve done, and how beautiful I am like this while backing off the pressure/force.

He then tells me, “It’s time. These need to come off. And you know will you will suffer. I am right here for you. Are you ready?” I answer, “Yes Sir. I am ready to suffer. Thank you Sir.”

Understand that this moment is different. There is no escape. Even a safeword only means releasing the clamps. The pain will occur. And it will be fucking insane pain for a few nanoseconds. But the die has been cast and safety demands release and the return of the bloodflow full force.

He describes my cries (screams?) as singing. He often tells me “That’s it, sing for me. I love your song.” And while this isn’t often the catharsis of sobs, there are tears gently streaming. And those tears running down onto to my now overly sensitive nipples are their own kind of pain often followed by the warmth of His mouth leading to yet another flood of brain chemistry from adrenaline, endorphins, and oxytocin.

If you ask Him, and I have, He’d tell you that this postion, hands just above his knees, close up, eyes locked gives him more of a feedback loop of my pain and endorphin rushes. The way I hold, squeeze, and release during allows Him to feel my experience as it happens, as well as see my soul.

And nipples have the bonus of releasing oxytocin, especially in the female. Oxytocin is the love and bonding hormone. It is so powerful when combined with eye contact that a newborn’s focal point is the average distance from nipple to eyes of their mother. There’s a reason we call it the love hormone or love drug. It’s designed to imprint the two onto each others brain and soul.

There is a unique intimacy and connection in so simple of an act.

You don’t need decades of skill, thousands of dollars of accumulated leather toys, or a dungeon.

All you need is trust in each other and the two dollar pack of clothes pins from Walmart or a cheap set of chained clover clamps.