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Nipple Play

I was never really much into nipple play.  In fact, when I met Sir, I told him not to bother wasting time with my nipples as touching them didn’t do anything for me.  OMG how wrong I was!  I am not exactly sure what he did but he has transformed them into something they never were before; one twist and like a radio, they are tuned into the station he wants to hear.

I think part of the problem was that I didn’t much like my nipples.  They seemed too reactive although I never had the sensation to match.  If it was cold, they were out like a shot – I live in the north of Scotland so this was a frequent hazard.  People would comment, usually boys being immature, but as a teen I didn’t have the self confidence to rise above it.  And with just a comment, they would be out again so it was a sort of catch 22.  After the invention of the T shirt bra, things improved a bit but the scars were still there.

Don’t get me wrong, there was no body dysmorphia, I just wasn’t that keen on them. However, when I hit my 20s and became a mum, I developed a new respect.  I was pleased that I had a good pair of working breasts; the years of feeding left me with a pair of nipples that I felt I could easily hang a couple of coats from, but I didn’t really mind anymore.  It did come as a bit of a surprise, however, when Sir took an interest in them.  I think the first thing he did was start with some compliments.  I thought he was joking at first but as time wore on, I came to believe that he was genuine.  And with that came a bit of a change.  I actually started to feel something. It was only faint to being with but it was definitely there.

Sir built some nipple play into foreplay, and now that I was his submissive I just had to go with that. The old me would have told him not to bother, but as that wasn’t an option any longer, I just let it happen.  And low and behold, with the talking and the touching, not to mention some twisting and pinching, things really began to hot up.  I could actually feel the connection between my nipples and my clit and it was like there was a direct line running from one to another.  I expect that this is what lots of women feel all the time but it was a new thing for me, and as a woman in my 40s, that was a pretty rich discovery.  It became so easy for Sir to play me through them and he really started to have some fun. Which meant even more fun for me, as is the beauty of the circle of Domination and submission.

I’m pretty sure that he used clothes pegs on me before he invested in proper nipple clamps.  Well that took things up a notch for sure  – the sensations absorbed and confused me, leaving me with that constant edge I had come to crave.  It was quite a quick progression from there on and he began to use a little set of fishing weights on me and set up chains from my nipples to my ankle or thigh cuffs so that I couldn’t move without pulling them.  I don’t know why, but it still shocked me when we were on holiday this summer and he caned my breasts and nipples, and I almost climaxed.  I suppose I should have seen that coming but perhaps I was still underestimating the power that he holds over me.

I think my point in writing this is that I had limited myself sexually prior to our D/s relationship.  Being a submissive gives me nowhere to hide and that means that I am no longer held back by my own preconceived ideas.  As a teacher I realise the power of someone else believing in you – that becomes infectious and in the end you can believe in yourself.  Life knocks you all the time and if you are confident you may not let those things dent you, but more often than not they will come to shape your beliefs about who and what you are.  In time this may also have an impact on what you are capable of achieving which is even more concerning.

Being a submissive means that I have to leave a lot of those inhibitions and preconceptions behind.  I can voice them, and they will be listened to, but I am not in control of whether or not we do or don’t engage in certain things.  I have learnt that to trust in someone else can free your mind from itself.  Your boundaries are pushed and if you are willing to release yourself from your past thoughts, you can experience things anew.  I have no doubt that Sir thinks more of me than I do of myself – in fact no one has ever been into me like he is before – so if I can see through his eyes, the view is a whole lot better!  Whether someone enjoys nipple play or not is really neither here not there, but to be able to re-write what you took for being  a given, is really quite something.  It makes me excited and, rather than looking back at what could be seen as wasted years, I am thrilled at the thought of what new discoveries the future might bring.

 

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12 thoughts on “Nipple Play

  1. “left me with a pair of nipples that I felt I could easily hang a couple of coats from” to “I have no doubt that Sir thinks more of me than I do of myself”. A couple of thoughts, I know you are hanging around waiting. First of all, I’ve never been fond of nipples, so I can relate to the beginning more than the ending of play, however, when you talk about the power of someone believing in you, that resonates deeply. As a writer I never think my work is any good and it’s only through my readers’ eyes that I can see the quality. The power of positive thinking through nipple transformation. Perhaps you could teach a seminar.

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  2. I am glad you are becoming better at seeing yourself through his eyes. 😊
    Nipple play was confusing before and I could only take so much before I was slapping his hands away. With communication we have learned it must be firm. The light touch squigs me out.

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  3. More than anything else, I admire how you and countless other women embrace your sexuality. I know at times it takes courage, to do this for yourself, not living up to anyone else’s expectations, standards or ideas. Thanks for the post.

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  4. oh my … you are just the most awesome of creatures … I am craving a little quiet time so I can write to you …

    seriously … your words steal me of speach and fill my head with thoughts … thank you dear friend x

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  5. I couldn’t agree more with your post.

    From the outset of adult/sexual life, I think a lot of us women define our sexuality and desires by what our partners enjoy. As submissives, we always want to please, don’t we? It isn’t until we really gain experience, find the One who embraces us and exposes us to so much more, do we learn more about our bodies, desires, fantasies. It becomes, at least for me, like a spigot was turned on.

    I never enjoyed nipple play until I met Him. Sir loves mine, and engages in fervent play with them. Through his passion and innate ways of finding new ways to pleasure me, it is now a part of nearly every sexual (and physical) interaction between us.

    I realize it’s not necessarily for every one. With the right person and the right pressure, it can be a direct connection to certain erogenous zones, which at times becomes other-worldly.

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