Addicted

Last night we had a session.

I dressed in this slutty nightie that he loves because it's slutty. It's pale pink, too short, too tight, too sheer, too low cut.

He had me get my collar and put my clover clamps in my mouth.

Then he toyed with me, playing the Dom/sub version of cat and mouse. It's pretty clear to me who the cat is.

He speculated out loud about whether he'd put the clamps on my naked nipples or clamp me through the thin fabric of the nightie or just leave them in my mouth, leaving me wondering.

I tried to seduce him into clamping my naked tits by letting the straps fall, one by one. I didn't really want the clamps, I wanted to cuddle. But I damn sure didn't want them clipped on through that nightie. We've tried that before. They hurt like fuck. Hence the attempted seduction. I wanted him to want to see my tits naked and work from there. And I didn't really think it was a possibility that he wouldn't clamp me at all.

But then he moved slowly. I must have held the chain from the clamps dangling from my teeth for 10 minutes at least. Long enough to wonder if maybe he wouldn't. Long enough to suck back the spit that threatened several times. Long enough to wonder if maybe he was right and I did want the clamps.

And then he told me to put them on, over the nightie.

I can't do justice to how much that hurts. The fabric is smooth, nylon I guess, but the clamps push it into my nipples. It's intensely painful.

I felt like I was dizzy with the pain, almost in shock. And for the next while I just survived it. He moved me this way and that, admiring me, posing me, hurting me. I felt like I was swaying, barely keeping on my feet. It hurt so much. I was whispering to myself "please stop Sir, please stop". But I didn't say the words out loud, not wanting to interfere with what he chose for me.

Eventually, after days, years, he took one off. And then messed with me. The tension at that point was overwhelming. I couldn't believe he had stopped and not removed the other one. I was dying. Crying. Desperate.

At last he took the other one off. I felt overwhelming relief. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to cry. I did cry.

He watched me, drinking it all in. Drinking me up.

He said to me, at the end, "I needed that. I don't get enough of that these days and I miss it."

And I must have smiled at that, despite all that went before. Because suddenly he was telling me how he loves my smile. I think I smiled at knowing I had pleased him. And perhaps at knowing that he's as addicted to us as I am.

Edit:  Oh, and I came. Really, really hard. It took the Hitachi and a long time. It hurt so much I kept getting close but couldn't quite get myself over the top. And then at last I did cum, so damn hard. How did I forget to put that in the first version?