Feeling the Pinch

When I first saw this weeks theme of ‘pinching’ I had no idea where to start. After discussing it with Sir he made me realise we use pinching all the time I just hadn’t thought of it that way.

He loves pinching my nipples, in fact, if I’m busy overthinking things and my mind isn’t taking anything in he’ll pinch and twist my nipples to make sure he has my full attention. He also has a superb pinch and roll technique that he uses on my clit and he knows every time he uses it I’m putty in his hands.

But by far my favourite and my worst pinching feeling are my clover clamps. Even though I know I crave them so much, every time he gets them out and dangles them in front of me with that evil glint in his eye that gets me so wet, they scare me, though I can never understand why. I think the anticipation is far worse than the reality. The way he teases my nipples by scraping the cold metal against them, alternating the touches from side to side so I never know which side is going to be trapped first. He makes sure my nipples are rock hard before gently closing each clamp, letting me get used to them before pulling each one, making them bite into my flesh sending shivers down my spine.

Sometimes he leaves them there, knowing I want to feel that delicious pull but denying me, sometimes he toys with them making me so tender I know I’m going to feel it the following day, making my mind wander while I’m sat at my desk, making me so wet as my mind is drawn back to the previous night.

And then when he releases me, sometimes so gently, caressing each breast as the blood rushes back in, taking each one into his mouth kissing the pain away. Sometimes he’ll give them one last tug before snapping one open and watching as I suck the air between my teeth trying so hard not to cry out and just as I’m dealing with the pain he’ll snap open the other and I can’t stop myself moaning out loud.