#nipple clamps

secretfuckmeat:

Sir here.

Fuckmeat is currently in a web meeting for work. Prior to starting the call, I put nipple clamps on her already sore tits (last night was fun). She is so strong. Watching her maintain composure while being my professional little slut is intoxicating. Seconds before the call, her eyes were closed, her face stoic, she was controlling her breathing, silently accepting that the next hour was going to be spent in constant pain. When the call went live, a bright smile swept across her face and her animated, bubbly personality came out for the benefit of her clients. She impresses me more and more every day.

Edit from fuckmeat: that was the longest hour of my entire life. RIP my nipples

Reblogging Sir to share some more of my own thoughts on “work from home Wednesday”. 

I can honestly say, I have never voluntarily experienced so much pain in my life as I did today during that meeting. I don’t know if my nipples are particularly sensitive, if my clamps are particularly cruel, or both… but I was suffering. 

The first half hour of the meeting was painful, but not so much that I would call it unbearable. I was very conscious of my movements and careful to keep as still as possible so my shirt wouldn’t rub across my nipples. Every smile and nod for the camera was purposeful – please let this woman believe that I’m totally fine and not suffering under the watchful eye of my Sir. 

Around 40 minutes into the meeting, my experience took a turn. I could feel my concentration slipping away and the pain became overwhelming. I started to worry little because I knew I couldn’t take the clamps off while on camera, but I also couldn’t leave my meeting. I didn’t know how I was going to hold it together for twenty more minutes. 

The last ten minutes were bad. I don’t remember what was said in the meeting. My body started to sweat, I felt dizzy, I felt weak, I was holding back tears. I absolutely panicked. I thought I was going to scream. The moment my meeting was done, Sir took the clamps off and stayed close to me as I cried through the pain. 

It might have been too much, especially for a meeting. I take work seriously, and I wasn’t able to be fully present today. That being said, A) Sir had no idea I was going to be in that much pain and B) I had no idea I was going to be in that much pain and C) we both learned together. Learning and growing with him is one my favorite things about our relationship. Maybe one day, after some pain endurance training, we can try again and it’ll be a completely different experience. Or maybe next time, he’ll save the clamps for a half hour meeting. Who knows.

At the end of the day, I feel safe with my Sir. I know he will challenge me, but he will also always take care of me and cherish me. I do not feel afraid to give him my body or mind, and I never will.

bdsmandpussy:

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