THE MAMMARY PUNISHMENT PROJECT

James pulled into the long driveway entrance of the luxury Mission Viejo Tennis Club in his 600S Mercedes. His beautiful 24 year old wife attired in her classic Polo tennis attire was waiting curbside. As James came to a stop, Nikki opened the back passenger door, his lithesome but voluptuous brunette wife quickly entered the vehicle and before she could even close the door James smashed the accelerator and the 12 cylinders spinned the rear 20” tires in a squeal, exiting the exclusive and private grounds of the club.

“How was tennis, dear?”

“I double-faulted all morning.”

“That doesn't sound like my Ace wife. Are you preoccupied with something.”

“You know I am, James. Do we have to play these games?”

“Oh, Nikki. Shame on you. You know that type of attitude is on only going to make your MTTS (Monthly Tit Torture Session) even more severe, if that is possible.” James chuckled sadistically. He looked in the rear-view mirror and saw tears running down his wife's angelic face.

“Nikki, strip.” She was butt-ass naked in a New York minute, the black limousine tint and the purr of the ice-cold air-conditioning creating an atmosphere of privacy and intimacy. Thru the rear-view mirror James's eyes lasered in on Nikki's huge and flawless alabaster liquid tit-bags, the large sweat-crinkled glandular pink-brown aureoles and her rubbery and long finger-like dark brown nipples stimulated by the cold air. Her titties were so large they drooped and sagged with their hefty fleshy weight. James's cock turned rock hard and engorged.

James's, 51, was a top-flight OC (organized crime) defense attorney. He had one hobby and obsession: the criminal physical abuse and humiliation of women. Every attractive woman, from waitresses to secretaries to strangers was a target of his depravities, as long as they had natural large breasts. Nikki, his trophy wife of two years was the main object of his attention.

James's subjected Nikki to relentless daily beatings and whippings. He had inflicted the most extreme perversions, unimaginable and unspeakable scenarios involving the infliction of incredible pain and discipline on all intimate parts of her anatomy. James had his obsessions and then he had his singular fixation which was his imagination and creativity in the infliction of maximum pain and punishment on Nikki's huge and fatty sensitive tit meat. It was that time of the month, Nikki's premenstrual period when her breasts were most sensitive and tender. Nikki would shortly undergo one of James's MTTS. It would typically last approximately four hours and her tit meat would take two or three weeks to heal.

They were in the oversized library with the twenty four foot ceiling and the dark rich mahogany paneling. Nikki was naked except for the sheer black hose encasing her long shapely legs, matching garter belt and high heels. Her massive fatty tit-bags hanging down high off her proud chest, the areoles swollen and puffy, the thick dark teat meat almost two inches long. The temperature in the library felt like a meat locker, 59 degrees. Laid out with military precision across the massive oak conference table were the innumerable accoutrements of punishment. The sundry and myriad leather straps and whips, wooden paddles, dowels, bamboo canes, needles, clamps, etc., etc.

“Are you ready Nikki?”

“Yes, Sir.” Tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.

“Ok, baby, you know the drill. You want to make daddy happy, don't you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What is daddy going to do, Nikki?”

“You are going to punish my naughty titties, very very hard.”

“And very very long, right Nikki?”

“Yes, Sir”

“OK baby, I am so excited. I am sure you already know this but this is going to be the hardest I have ever tortured your titties. Enough, lie face down on the Punishment Table.”

The Punishment Table was a customized massage table with extra high legs, six feet off the ground and a large cut-out for Nikki's mammaries to hang down through. Nikki was never gagged as her primal screams pleasured James. Nikki climbed up the small ladder to the table, her erotic smooth white buttock flesh jiggling. She arranged herself properly face down and her huge titties hung down now below the table, swaying and dangling; the gravity pulling the flesh bags more than a foot, blood rushing to the nipples, engorging and elongating the teats James's cinched the leather restraints around her torso, for her safety and to restrain any involuntary movements to avoid the impending Session.

James, naked except for his black leather hood and crotchless black leather shorts, his prick also blood engorged and pulsating, walked over to the oak table and picked up two small pairs of Stanley vice grips. He walked under the table and proceeded to encase one of Nikki's very thick, long and extremely sensitive meaty nipples in the jaws of one of the vice grips and began to apply pressure, soon compressing and then ultimately mashing the end of her nipple meat. The vice grip “took” and he let go; and Nikki began to scream, endlessly. James did the same with the other nipple. The weight of the vice grips pulled on Nikki's mammaries even more, stretching the spongy titty flesh further down. James's began to pull down with each hand on a vice grip and then twisting the grips 360 degrees. Nikki's screaming increased several decibels. James pulled and twisted for several minutes as Nikki's voice went hoarse. James retrieved a heavy eight inch wide leather strap and started to whip poor little Nikki's resilient but malleable mammary glands. Very very hard and very very long. The white titties were soon thoroughly red welted. James would swing the strap way back and then bring the well oiled leather as hard as he could into Nikki's massive tit flesh bags. The leather would appear to almost vanish into the flesh and then it would spring back and Nikki's tits would fly up in the opposite direction, hitting the underside of the table. Unfortunately for Nikki the underside had razor sharp little tacks imbedded and protruding about 1/64 th of an inch. The leather would explode with a loud “SPLAT” with every hit and Nikki's titties were turning a very dark red with wide raised parallel welts. James would alternate hands for the whipping but finally tired after twenty minutes He retrieved the 3” wide leather strap that was soaking in the bleach-salt solution. A very heavy instrument that would deeply welt and indent Nikki's spongy malleable tit flesh. That had more of a “THWAT” sound. About 100 “THWATS” later James's placed the thin leather strap back into the solution (for later use on Nikki's asshole meat).

Back several years ago when Nikki was Miss Indiana and a naïve virgin, she couldn't have even conceived of her current state of life. Back then she was on her way to Hollywood for a screen test and had dreams of a movie-star career. But a lack of talent and luck soon landed her a job as a cocktail waitress and eventually a fortuitous encounter with the famous criminal attorney James Monroe. A whirlwind romance with the caring and sensitive attorney showering her with love and diamonds and then, inevitably, a walk up the marriage aisle. When they entered the Honeymoon Suite at the Ritz Carlton in Laguna Nigel, Nikki's life changed then and there. James ripped and shredded her wedding gown and lingerie and proceeded to hogtie her with a hundred feet of nylon clothes line. He positioned her on the king size bed facing the rear backboard and draped Nikki's massive virgin titties over the backboard, the sharp edges of the backboard cutting into the base of her alabaster titty flesh as the rest of her mammary meat overhung and sagged over the outer side of the back board. James slid his belt through the loops of his trousers and then commenced a merciless and vicious whip-beating of Nikki's tittie meat, paying particular attention concentrating whipping her areoles and nipples for an uninterrupted hour, slowly but surely stripping her skin. When he was done those areas of her exquisite breasts were blood-raw welted. That evening she learned in thorough and painful detail the nuances of oral and anal sodomy. That evening she learned what the rest of her life would b married to a psychopathic sadist.

“OK Nikki, I think we got your titties warmed up for that cute little Malaysian cane. Ask me to cane your breasts, Nikki. Ask me real nice?”

“Please James, cane my titties.” His beautiful little cunt-bitch wife was sniffling and moaning.

“OK baby, we just got to stretch out your tittie meat nice and taught. Daddy needs to do some work on your areoles and nipples and then your mammaries will receive the hard caning they deserve.”

Nikki's red-whipped tittie meat had become increasing swollen due to the extended beating and gravity blood flow, particularly the areoles and nipples. James carefully removed the vice-grips from each nipple; the rubbery teat meat had been deeply bruised by the extreme compression of the grips. James now retrieved the old hickory wood paddle with a rough sand-paper surface and for a steady fifteen minutes began , with viciously applied upswings, to brutally beat Nikki's nipples and areoles, smashing and bruising the elongated and fat nipples. His little Nikki was writhing and twisting and crying. Pulling down and stretching each nipple with thumb and forefinger, James carefully took sharp thin shirt pins and pressed them horizontally through the rubbery flesh of her long fat nipples at the base of the areoles. He could hear Nikki whimpering and thrashing above him. He entwined around each needle a slip knot of fishing line and tied off each line piano-wire tight diagonally at the feet of each of the front legs of the table. Now each of Nikki's welt-bloated breast-meat orbs was tightly stretched and separated, having the effect of delineating clearly the hundreds of red strap marks and welts.

James walked over to the ivory inlaid Philippine mahogany case and opened the lid. Resting inside the soft felt insert was the 12” Malaysian Cane. Honed and machined to almost razor sharpness along one edge yet with the slightest flexibility this dreaded instrument of punishment was James favorite, as it produced pain extremis in the proper hands. When he first procured the cane, he was an amateur and he had experimented using it on his big buxom-bitch Mexican secretary. It had taken him months to properly apply the instrument so as to not cut too deeply into breast meat tissue. Unfortunately, his secretary's huge tits were now a mass of permanent scars from his experimentation and learning. As they say, practice makes perfect. One wanted to apply just enough force to cut the surface skin but not into the subcutaneous tissue as that would produce the bleeding and scarring. James was now the Artiste and he knew the proper limits when caning Nikki's beatific tit meat. He would cut just enough to evince the maximum pain and paint even parallel red lines all up and down Nikki's mammarries. He particularly was proud of the art work he could and would create on Nikki's erotic large swollen areoles and also her meaty tootsie-roll sized meaty nipples. (James would also regularly apply the cane on Nikki's white-white smooth alabaster inner buttock-crack meat and, of course, directly on her precious tender pink asshole meat; as a prelude to a Sodomy Rape Punishment Session.)

Infused and supercharged with lust, this was James' favorite and most taxing part of Nikki's MTTS. He was Micalangelo painting the Sistine Chapel. James poured a large splash of 18 year-old Glenlivet in a Waterford cut-glass tumbler and swigged it down. It was time for the artist to paint his masterpiece. Nikki's red-welted mammaries were stretched down as tight as possible short of ripping any tissue. The taughtness of her tittie flesh would mean more pain as the wicked cane cut across and into Nikki's precious breast flesh. He would start caning horizontally at the top base of the titties and slowly work down, and all around, to the ultra sensitive areole meat and then the fat and long nips. The pain for Nikki was about to go off the Richter Scale.

“THWIK, THWIK, THWIK”. A quick triple application at the top or base of Nikki's right titty; perfect even parallel red lines, one half inch apart; the last line cut in a tiny too deep at the end, a droplet of blood forming. Nikki screaming in silence as she had lost her voice, the table creaking as Nikki hopelessly attempts to break the leather cinches. James rigid meatus involuntary leaking smelly pre-ejaculate. James also smells the rut- sex smell wafting from Nikki's fat cunt genitilia. James methodically picks up the cadence, three at a time; he now has covered the entire right side of Nikki's right mammary tit flesh but stops short of the areole. James changes position and begins to paint the front side of both of her taughtly stretched but red-bloated titty spheres. Red lines all up and down the mass of her breast meat. James will now work the cane on the back or undersides of Nikki's titties, so sensitive and tender there. A miniscule cut here and there that evinces tiny droplets of blood. James licks and cauterizes with his lapping tongue, salty but sweet. Nikki sobbing silently. The Library is totally silent except for the interminable “THWIK, THWIK, THWIK” James has now covered all the titty meat, both pain-wracked orbs, a perfect geometric pattern of thin red cane cuts all up and down her massive throbbing and glowing sweaty breast flesh. James takes a razor-knife and cuts the fish line, Nikki's boobies released and dangling straight down again, the damaged red mass of tit meat pulsating and just slightly swaying together as if choreographed to some perverse ballet. Nikki's large sweaty areoles and fat turgid nipples are now exposed for James to apply one of his Cuban Cohiba's. James withdraws an eight inch Churchill from the sterling-silver humidor and lights the one hundred dollar stogie. Drawing deeply and creating a white hot coal on the end of the rare cigar, he slowly brings the glowing scalding coal up to, but not quit touching, one of Nikki's large red-welted spongy areoles. James could see a symmetric circle burn welt begin to rise on the tender pain-wracked flesh; above, Nikki‘s violent movements trying to wrench and levitate off the torture table. James using the exact same procedure all around both of Nikki's areoles and nipple teats, with the resulting circular burn welts; James rigid cock, the semen emissions sliding out the urethral slit down his long swollen slimy fuck gland. James glanced at his 18k Rolex President. He had been brutalizing his beautiful wife's titties for over three hours. Time to face-fuck the bitch. He un-cinched his sobbing Pain Toy.

James poured himself another scotch, picked up a pair of needle-nose pliers and strolled over to the oversized soft leather Victorian chair and flopped down. He signaled with his finger for Nikki to come over. He watched her walk to him, her red, strapped and burn- welted mammaries swaying back and forth, contrasting with her otherwise smooth alabaster skin. She got down on her knees and immediately began to mouth-fuck James wide and long pulsating prick shaft. With her plump red lips and white teeth she started to milk the rigid slimy gland. James rolled and squeezed Nikki's burn-welted nipples with thumbs and forefingers, pressing and compressing the rubbery teats and digging his finger nails deep into the pain-wracked teats. He then picked up the needle-nosed pliers and opened the jaws wide, wrapped it around the end of her left areole and compressed down, pinching the tender flesh until he had mashed it flat. More tears flowing down her flushed face, Nikki began to deep throat-fuck her husband's long cock, buring the prick into the deep recess of her tiny and tight throat. James began to slowly but voluminously ejaculate his acrid and viscous jism down Nikki's esophagus. James released the pliers momentarily and then mashed the end of her left teat, compressing the tenderized meat to almost total flatness. Nikki began to furiously move her head up and down James massive cock gland, milking the ever increasing volumes of his smelly spunk. Ribbons of saliva and semen leaked out around Nikki's vacuum suctioned mouth, James started his climax with his cock now spraying, an endless voluminous ejaculation of his thick foul semen, discharging it straight down Nikki's white slender throat.

Tomorrow, he would viciously groove-whip and cane her tender alabaster inner buttock flesh and her precious anal ring meat…………………………