Nipples put on display in a window
Found on Tumblr blog: ExpansiveLust
What made it throb? Do you love the pain of the clamps on your nipples? The idea that the window they’re attached to faces outside and people can see your exposure and humiliation? Or do you just love the idea someone controls you enough to force you to do painful and degrading things?
I choose D, all of the above.
She was placed in bondage that left her without any leverage to move, except, perhaps, rock her position a bit. But the ties were so stringent that such efforts quickly subsided, particularly once she was blindfolded. Her shoulders arms were bound up and entirely out of the way, rendered completely useless; her hands could open and close; that was about it. She lay flat on her back, her head turning to and fro restlessly, jerking a bit when the nipple nooses were slid on and tightened, which made her nipples puffy and aching.
Then she was turned over, and even the ability to turn her head was removed. Without her arms to rest on, her body became a tripod, braced upon her knees, breasts, and half her lower face. She cried out sharply and loudly — though it was a bit muffled from the way her mouth was half pressed into the bed — when her weight drove her pinched nipples into the mattress, further crushing the poor buds.
She was as firmly planted on the bed as the marble sculpture decorating the corner of the room. Titillating to behold, drawing the eyes of anyone who walked in, an object, a thing, waiting. No one asked a thing if it felt discomfort or if it wanted to be used. It was simply there for use.
She felt behind her a depression in the mattress as someone came down on the end of the bed. Hard hands gripped her upper thighs and tugged her backwards; she slid backwards easily on her sore nipples and half her face. With her arms pinioned to her body, she could do nothing except let her body be so handled.
An open hand spanked her exposed rump, hard; her body could not move, barely twitch, it could only receive. Something small and flat and hard flicked up between her legs in a slap. She squealed, struggled uselessly in her bonds. Her open pussy was spanked again, then again; the squeal became a wail.
At last it stopped when her cunt was throbbing and yes, wet, dripping surely. She felt someone else’s heat warming her thighs, then hands grabbing her upturned feet like they were there, handholds for him to use. The cockhead that prodded her moistened, swollen opening was blunt and broad, it pushed inside in one unchecked thrust, filling her.
She was fucked soundly, forcefully. She could not move. Could only rest where she had been placed, straining ineffectually in her ropes. The cock that possessed her in and out did not stop until it reached its completion, but she was left unfulfilled. Then left alone, until her next fucking.