I bet you Shitty goes to every Harvard hockey game and cheers super loud, but the team quickly realize he went to Samwell, was instrumental in kicking their asses for four years running, and is actually chirping them nonstop.
Of course, when Samwell comes to town to play Shitty brings out his YO MARRY ME JACK ZIMMERMANN sign, which makes Holster bellow, “He doesn’t even gohere!”
Samples of Shitty cheering at Harvard games:
(when Harvard gets possession of the puck) “That way! You wanna go that way!”
“Good job goalie. You collected WAY more pucks than the other guy!
“A PASS! YOU GUYS COMPLETED A FUCKING PASS! I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU!“
Hey, the link to the extra above with the Knight and don’t touch me bit doesn’t work. It looks early from the art and I went through the oldest 6 pages of extras but still couldn’t find it. Anyone know where it’s at?
Thank you all you awesome people who responded to me! For some reason I was sure it was an extra and not part of the main fic so I totally didn’t find it. Yay “cheering” for the other (Harvard) team! http://checkpleasecomic.com/comic/hockey-shit-chirp-1
Well i asked and you answered! Our inbox has been flooded with questions about Master’s nipple training! So, without further delay i will do my best to answer all of your questions.
When the training began my nipples were quite small. In retrospect i would compare them to a pencil eraser in size (approx. 0.5cm). Since Master forbids all cosmetic surgery training was in order to improve their aesthetic and function. He started with small silver rings (lever back earrings that you can find in jewelry making supplies). They fit snug to the base of the nipple and restricted blood flow keeping me aroused when in place. i wore them around the clock. Next, He added weights to the rings. When one weight became too comfortable He would add another. Again, i wore these around the clock.
As i learned to tolerate a technique He would change His approach. At night they would be pulled until i would whimper and then wrapped so that they maintained that pull. As i slept the sheets rubbed and my body weight pressed them into the mattress. Some nights the sensation was so intense that i would wake up on the verge of orgasm. Every morning i woke up dripping wet and needing release. Holes were cut in my bras and nipples were pulled through leaving them constantly exposed to stimuli. my clothing rubbing against them left me perpetually aroused and craving more.
Next came latex baby bottle nipples. With the tips cut off they were pressed to the base of the nipple and released. As they sprung back into their pre-molded shape they pulled my flesh with it leaving them with the sensation of being pulled on. Once you walk around with the feeling that your nipples are being yanked to the farthest point you can tolerate you realize just how much you enjoy physical discomfort. When not wearing the bottle nipples they would be pinched between chopsticks, wrapped in twine, weighted, and toyed with. All the while never covered keeping them sensitive and ensuring that i remained aroused.
When He began using the cylinders i was shocked at the level of pain that i felt as they pulled my flesh inside. my skin burned and it felt as if electrical shocks were being shot from my nipples to my armpits. my breath would catch and i couldn’t hold back the tears. As i would sit with these tubes dangling from my chest waves of humiliation would wash over me. i knew that i looked like a cow being milked. i knew that my face showed the discomfort that i felt. How could something so degrading and painful make me so wet? He began to increase the frequency and i was expected to wear them tighter with each sitting. It didn’t matter what i had planned for the day, i had to take time out to be pumped. Again, i was humiliated that not only did i do as i was told but that i was increasingly enjoying the experience.
Fast forward 3 months and now i pump every 2 hours and tugging at His cylinders to simulate sucking for 30 minutes or better. The humiliation is gone. i have accepted that i crave it now. When work gets too hectic and i miss a pump i physically ache. His tits feel heavy and i have difficulty focusing. When the cylinders are finally attached i feel a physical release fall over me and my mind is quieted. He has succeeded in making me need it. i continue to wear modified bras when His tits aren’t tied. His nipples are never not stimulated. It continues to make me wet and constantly day dream about being used. His nipples have permanently changed in appearance (2cm without pumping) and their sensitivity has increased tenfold. After an intense day of edging and pumping a t-shirt brushing against them can make me cum.
i am hoping to earn proper breast pumps and i know that eventually i will produce milk. Lactation is inevitable but with it come fuller and firmer tits and that will make me more appealing. Slowly i am becoming His physical ideal and it feels good. The men staring at me like i am a piece of meat as i walk through a store still embarrasses me but i understand that it is good for me to be viewed as i really am. The women glaring and mumbling derogatory comments as i walk by still humiliates me but i understand that it is good for me to be viewed as i really am. i am grateful that He has allowed me the opportunity to look like the whore that i really am.
i hope this answers your questions but i am certain that it will also generate more!
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Next up in discussion of Master’s techniques will be how He took a girl that hated and feared anal and molded her into an anal whore!
