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There was no avoiding seeing them and he knew I couldn't avoid seeing them. They were right there on the table when I walked in the front door after work. Each was four inches wide and 9 inches long and the hundreds of tiny tips sparkled in the lamplight. They glinted because he'd used the grinder on them while he waited for me. I almost went weak at the knees when I saw the big, blocky wire brushes. There was a hand lettered card next to them. It said : We've been waiting for the slut's tits.
My Darling had finally done it. We had graduated from clothespins and clover clamps and I'd begged him to be really rough with my tits and nipples. He promised me something special when I least expected it. The actual word he used was "Monstrous". His voice came from the bedroom:
"Read the back of the card".
My fingers were trembling as I turned it over. The message was just like him, clear, direct and unequivocal. It was no secret between us that breast and nipple discipline excited both of us. In fact, it had become our chief turnon.
It read simply: I am going to remove the outer skin from your breasts. Your nipples will come later. I am going to take all night to do it. You will sit with your arms behind you and allow me to flay them. We have agreed that there will be no safe-word tonight. Whether or not you will be allowed to cum is up to me. Expect nothing. Except repeated opportunities to suck me off. You may feel free to wail as you like. Your throat will be sore enough by morning from the fucking it will get from me.
I felt him move behind me, lifting my sweater and unhooking my demi cup bra. Then he tightened it's shoulder straps for the maximum uplift, giving me the cleavage he loves. My tits were almost on a plane with my collarbones by the time he was done and had refastened my bra strap. I looked like and felt like a street whore and I could tell he loved that. The slutty look gets him so hard and I love to be like this for him.
He told me he was going to work on the tops of my tits and what cleavage the brushes could reach, and that would be first. He told me I should share this love session with you here. By daybreak my juices had pooled beneath the slatted chair where I sat for hours. I was kind of a gibbering, mindless "thing", unfulfilled and almost insane with need and my tits were raw and on fire. And the intensity was about to increase.
It was six in the evening and I marveled at the endurance he would have to muster to spend at least the next 12 hours punishing me. It would be a full half-day or more. And he would spend it all disciplining my tits. It would be for his pleasure and my agony and pleasure too. He walked me to the garage. It was a better place than a bedroom to do what we had to do. All the way he was talking to me.
"You acted like a slut today, didn't you. Just the way you said you would this morning. You showed off your tits to those
men at the office. Jiggled them around. Unbuttoned too many buttons on your blouse. Made them get turned on by
you. You knew if you were a slut you'd have earned the right to have these tits punished. Didn't you!'
And i could only nod. YES! He told me how he would be my punisher. How I would be paid back for all the frustrations I caused those men. He kept on.
" You wanted to show those men tits like you're wearing right now, didn't you. Hoisted up like only a whore would do. Your bra so tight your tits are almost spilling out of it. Cleavage to make their mouths turn dry. You wanted them to run their hands over you like this. Don't try to lie to me."
He clawed his nails over the rock hard surfaces of my exposed tits. They were held together so tightly in the confines of the little demi bra they were like an offering to him. Their cleavage was compressed into a long, hard line. I shuddered at his touch. And he pressed me into the chair that would hold me for the next half day. It had a slatted, open bottom and no arms. It's back was straight and hard. I was naked except for the shred of a black bra.
He turned and was about to go back when he stopped.
"Tell me one more time. What is it you want more than anything else?"
The words came out of me in a gasp.
"Hurt them. Hurt them real bad. Punish my slut tits till they can't take it any more. Please"
"Alright then, " he told me. " Hold your hands together in front of you. Between your legs. Clasp your hands together. Hold those tits up higher between your elbows. I want to see you displaying them for me. Wait now."
When he came back he held a brush in each hand. He normally used them to remove paint. Now he would modify my tits with them. He was true to his word. He would remove all the outer skin from each globe. He would drive me wild with the painfull arousal. And I would not be able to orgasm for a long, long time.
I felt the stiff bristles lightly pass over the tops of my tits. How long could I last before I broke down? Before I fell apart and pulled away from him?
The bristles stung as he dragged them across and over my tits. His voice was very intense.
"I've hurt you before, more often than you can count. Your tits always recovered. I'm not so sure about now. I'm going to send you places you've never imagined. Your titmeat is about to put you in a world beyond belief. I'm going to savage these tits in ways you've never even read about."
I whimpered to him.
"Please Darling! Make me cry for you."
I could feel my juices start oozing onto the chair seat.
"Keep your eyes wide open slutty girl. I want you to see what every man you seduced today would want to be doing now."
He was going to keep taunting me while he worked on my tits.
"Sit up straighter and lean forward, girl. Show me how badly you want it."
He was holding a wire brush in each hand just above my captive tits. He wanted me to push my breasts into the wires and move my chest around on them. I was supposed to torture my own breasts. And I was crazy for it. I took a breath and leaned into his hands. I couldn't hold in my emotions any longer.
"Ahhhhhhhh. Oh GOD. Yessssssss......"
I writhed against him. I rolled my shoulders side to side. The delicious warmth of the scraping wires sent tingles to my brain and back to my pussy. My clit was begging to be rubbed.
"Don't you cum. DON'T you dare fucking cum. You teasing slut. You wanted this like the little whore you are."
He started at my chest wall and rubbed the brushes down to where my bra barely covered my aureolae. He was methodical. I tried to count but it was too much. Thirty.... forty strokes? Maybe it was fifty. I couldn't take my eyes off his as he worked me. It was facinating to watch his eyes and the thin sheen of sweat on his upper lip. And then I looked down.
"Ohhhhhh. What you've DONE to me. My POOR tits!!!"
The portions of my tits that he'd jerked upward in my bra were etched with hundreds of tiny red lines. Some were white. Most of the terrible scratch marks were in multiples so the skin of my tits was slightly shredded. Not very deep. Yet.
"You were made to look like this, slutty girl. And I'm just beginning".
It was hard concentrating now. I realized what the sharpened wires were doing to my tit flesh when I saw the edges of my bra cups. They had sunk into my skin when he yanked the bra so tight. But the pressure he was putting on the brushes had frayed the black cloth. The satin was in tatters.
He began again with lateral strokes. The nerve endings on my titskin screamed. I cried out. I HAD to.
"Oh Baby. You hurt me so GOOD. Make your slut suffer. Ohhh god. ohhhhhh I've been so bad. My tits have been so bad. Do.... do... oh please... pleasepleasepleeeeeeeease... do EVERYTHING to them".
Time stopped for me. Nothing mattered. Nothing except that his hands and those wicked brushes never seemed to stop moving. They stroked and caressed. They tore and gouged at my titskin. The harsh wires gave me painful kisses. They took me to a slut's heaven. Oh my god, how I needed to cum.
"Pleeeeeeease Darling, let me cum. Let me. lemmmme cum. It's been so long now. You've put my tits through so much. Isn't it enough you can let me cum now. Pleeeeease? Just let me get off for a little relief before you go on. Won't you?"
He gave me no quarter. No simple mercy. Not even ONE mercy cum. He explained to me.
"What about those men at work? Did you think they might've wanted to cum when you displayed your tits to them? Did you think about THEIR needs? No. We have to strip away the skin on the sides and underneath these slut tits. Then, there're the nipples to consider. No cumming for you, sluttygirl"
I must have slid into subspace because he slapped me. Told me it was midnight. He'd cut away my bra straps, shoulders and back, and I was holding my juggs up by the nipples. I started to focus on the unreal. Until I realized he'd moved a full-length mirror a few feet away so I could see ...myself? By my nipples alone, I was holding up two large bags of breast meat. That's all I can call it. Meat! He'd called them "Fuckbags". It was so swollen from the chest I knew, I didn't recognize myself. I was like a sadistic cartoon, two cups larger than a few hours before. Maybe three sizes. Red, slippery from fluids and completely without skin. There was no protective layer and every inch of them burned like...like FIRE. My tits wept a clear liquid that was trying to bathe them with something soothing. It didn't work. I was sobbing in agony.. But it was pleasure too. Lord, it was pleasure. And i could hear him.
"Don't cum. Don't you cum you Fucking Slut. You don't deserve it. I'm gonna make em another cup size bigger. GOT THAT? Bigger. Show me you love me before we work on your nipples." And I could see what he was going to scrape them with. The edge of the Exacto knife on the table. His fingernails dug into my earlobes as he guided my open mouth to his cock. No finesse. Nothing gentle. He just stuffed half it's length into the back of my throat.
I tried to scream when the hair on his thighs rubbed my naked tits. All I could get out was a gurgle. Anyone nearby would have heard warbling wails when he pulled out long enough for me to breathe.
The way he savaged my face with his cock, I could barely tell it was good for him. He was planning something:
"Oh, I almost forgot. It wasn't just men you teased with your slutty tits today. Remember how you introduced me to Ann from H and R at the company party? Turns out she's very taken with you. I had a little phone chat with her this evening when you were drifting in your world of pleasure-pain. It seems she likes what I like. And sometimes what YOU like. She'll be over at 4 a.m. She's bringing two kinds of saw blades. We'll have to leave your nipple "work" unfinished til then. Ann says she's very 'interested' in helping us accomplish our goal."
I was immediately attentive and breathing hard. ANN!!! "Ohhhh Ann".
I was the office Hottie. She was the classy one. Cool, witty, Miss Universe legs. Beautiful in a slightly overdone way. Her lips were a little too full, Her tits too big but she always encased them in bras that kept them from jiggling. I was in awe of her and so were most of the others. Now she was coming here, To help him. To hurt me. His voice brought me around.
"We've still got a couple of hours and I'm not wasting them. Look over those clips you bought at the hardware store."
He'd sent me out weeks before to find alligator clips to use on me. I was supposed to find eight that I could 'manage". And another eight that were too rough for me. It was up to me to figure out which was which.
I put on a top with a wide elastic, scoop neck and drove to the old fashioned hardware store. I told the clerk what I wanted and he took me to the aisle. I tested some on my fingers but it wasn't right. Finally I just asked him if there was some place I could "try them on". He didn't understand, of course. I had to tell him they were for my "chest" and it was a kind of game I played. He still didn't get it but left me alone in the office. I pulled my blouse down. I knew right away which were right and which were wrong. I bought the sixteen. Now I'm here in the garage, my tits with all their skin removed, oozing fluids that make them slick and they're burning from the salty mancum on them.
"These are the one's I won't be able to stand." I pointed. And he told me.
"Take the easy one's and thrown them in that wastebasket. We'll use the hard ones on your nipples." I almost screamed. I knew how they felt. The "wrong" ones were bigger than the others, had a stronger spring and sharper teeth. They were long and skinny too so they could hold a lot of nipple meat in their jaws.
"You Cant." I said.
" I can and I WILL. Stick your tits out for me. Hold them up. Wait! Dip your hands in this brine solution first."
I cried out but I did it. The pain turned me on so much. It was just .....Incredible. He called me a sick bitch and I knew I was. My hands were shaking as he fastened two clips on the tip of each nipple. Just on the very tips. They barely connected, only taking in the tiniest bit of flesh. He watched me squirm, Then heard me squeal as he ripped them off. All four at once, two gathered in each hand. It was just a test to see how resilient my nipples were. Now he put four on each and ripped them off again. I started to sob. He ignored me, except to say.
"Like it, don't you slut. These nipples will take a lot. They're more rubbery than I thought. You must be really turned on by now. They're getting bigger too. Look how they expand as we torture them."
And they were. Through my hazy eyes I could see they were a half inch longer and wider too. My God, how they responded to him.
AHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh
He'd torn the clips off again. He could see me trying to rub my highs together on my clit.
" You whore ! If i catch you trying to cum again I'll take you out on the street and leave you there. You'll get no more pleasure from me tonight."
All I could do was whimper as he applied, then wrenched the cruel clips from the ends of my nipples. He must have done it a hundred times or more. And OH how I wanted it to continue. To never stop. If only he'd let me cum.
There must be a limit to how much a girl's tits and nipples can endure. He was going to find it. I... I wanted him to. I know that makes me some kind of painslut and I know I am.
It went on and on and ON. He was tearing tiny bits of girl meat from my nipple ends The brutal sensations were transporting me in a whirlwind of sensation. There was a hot fire burning all across my breasts. It lanced inward from my nipple ends. My pussy was dripping and I could tell the fluids were running through the slats in the chair seat. It gathered in a pan on the floor.I could tell my nipples still had sensation in them when a burst of pain-energy lit them on fire. It forced me to screech out wordless sounds. I was like an animal. Like a sex animal being hurt in deviant love-play.
Someone else had come into the room. I heard his voice.
"Hello Ann. Have you ever seen tits like these?"
There was a metallic clank as something was set on the floor. Then a woman's voice, silky, smoky.
" She really is a slut, isn't she. I knew she was begging for something like this, the way she acted today. I've brought everything we talked about. Let's use them on her. The stationary blades with the bigger teeth will fit perfectly at the backs of her nipples. You haven't let her cum yet, have you? No, of course not. You've done beautiful work here, from what I can see left of her bra. Did you know you missed a spot? Right here. Down in her cleavage. I'll take care of it."
This beautiful woman lowered two of the loveliest long nails I've ever seen deep into the cleft between my tits.I felt a stabbing piercing. When they emerged they were gripping a piece of me. It might have been the cruelest, sexiest thing I've ever seen. She was twisting it around into almost a complete rotation. There was a moan to her voice as she talked to him.
" Keep working her nipples while I attend to this. I've never seen a woman so totally turned on without orgasming. She's amazing. We can't finish this in just a few hours. Is the rest of your weekend free?"
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