My nipples and I have a very strained relationship. I think they are still a little bitter with me over the whole breastfeeding thing. I was pumping so often they bled with my second child, so I think they hold a grudge. Nothing that can’t be overcome by threatening to pierce them, then they fall in line quickly. Though, to be honest, these days I’m not sure that would work anymore.
I’m weird about nipple play and sex. I love nipple play before sex. Or even during oral. I practically have to have it when I masturbate if I want to get anywhere. But during sex it’s just distracting. Almost to the point of painful. While having vaginal or anal sex my nipples are pretty much no fly zones. I think they just get too sensitive and stimulation can degrade quickly into laughter or outright thrashing; neither of which is good when Sir is trying to cum. But, while receiving clit attention, it’s almost a requirement.
Romance novels have taught me that most women’s nipples are hard-lined directly to their clit. I swear if I read comment one more time I’m to start researching it in medical journals. But, as laughable as it is to read sometimes, it’s accurate. At least for me. I mean, I can cum from oral alone, but if he is pinching and pulling at my nipples I can orgasm twice as hard. Which, most of the time, is the goal. Nipple play in the rubbing, sucking, lightly pinching variety is my kind of heaven.
But every sadist knows how to take a heaven and turn it into a hell. (I say that with all the love in the world…bastards). All that soft caressing and pulling made devilish by clothespins, vices, and chopsticks. And don’t get me wrong, the feeling of the clothespins isn’t so bad. All your nerves wake up and even breathing can shift them. It’s when everything comes off. After the orgasm, or even sometimes during, when you are already a ball of nerves. You’ve given all your energy to the moment, and when it passes you’ve forgotten about the ‘tear down’ process. Feeling returns when toy x, y, or z is removed and then it’s that lightening bolt of pain. Like when your leg wakes up after falling asleep and you get the pins and needles shooting up and down your muscles. Except in this case is all centered in one spot and it’s all at once. I think the first time we played with clothespins Sir had them on me for around fifteen minutes. When he took them off I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me. I may have cried. I know what you’re thinking, and, looking back, I’m calling myself a pussy too. But how do you describe that feeling to someone who has never experienced it. It’s nothing something you can really prepare for. I guess that is true for all pain, not just BDSM pain.
Nipple play was the first overwhelming sensation I remember having connected to D/s. I think when we were first talking about what we both could get from the lifestyle I remember Sir coming home with a large pack of clothespins from the hardware store. Now we have all sorts of things for him to torture my nipples with. And over time they have gotten more accustomed to the rougher play. As much as I was put off by the idea of piercing my nipples a year ago, it’s something I’m looking forward to now. I’m actually only put off of the idea by the fact that you have to be nice to them for a year (or so I’ve read). That and my body doesn’t generally do well with piercings (why I’ve joined the tattoo club). But even then I’m still looking for someone good in our area. Maybe then my abused nipples will forget that whole breastfeeding trauma and focus on the metal being shoved through it instead.