Chasing Me Chasing You

An uncollared submissive struggling through depression, motherhood, and the constant craving of her next orgasm.

The Ordeal of the Nipple

Or probably more accurately titled: My ineptitude causes my own pain.

So for those not following along (no judgment, I can hardly keep this mess straight from day to day), I got my nipples pierced last year. This fall they had healed enough that I took out the barbells that were a bit too big and put in black rings. I wasn’t a huge fan of them when I bought them and they never really grew on me. While I got the piercings for my husband, I wanted them to at least look cute. And the black rings were way too drab for me. As often as I try to show off my breasts, I want them to look nice.

So as I embark on this new form of D/s with a new Sir, I wanted to try a fresh start. We aren’t at a place of collars just yet, but I really wanted his opinion on this new jewelry. During one of our conversations I sent him a few links to some designs and we both agreed that the heart keys were the cutest. My husband was on board and bought them last week. I was so excited when they arrived. I ended up getting pissy with the kids as they wouldn’t go to bed fast enough. Finally  they remained in their rooms long enough for me to call it a win; if they got up now it was their own therapy bill.

In my eagerness to get them switched I grabbed the ball on one of the rings and began to unscrew it. That was the easiest and last pain-free moment of the evening. With the ball released I attempted to pull the ring free from my nipple. It caught several times and pinched like a bitch before I got it out. I looked at my husband with the realization that this was not going to be the fun, quick process I had hoped for. It faded even more when I tried to put the new post in. I couldn’t get it to go in, not even a little bit. It was catching on something, and whatever that something was, it hurt a lot.

After struggling for a few minutes I had to stop. I was tearing up and it was getting too hard to see. My husband attempted to intervene at this point, which was sweet. It didn’t actually help and it hurt even worse, but I appreciated him rubbing my arm while he did it. After a bit more whimpering we stopped for a break.

He had a good idea to try and use lube to help, which turned out to be the answer. I got the first key in place and quickly twisted the end on. It pinched my already sore nipple, but I didn’t care. I was so worried that I wasn’t going to be able to get in place. With no where to turn at that time of night, I was worried that my piercing would close up. As panic set in and the pain of the first nipple worsened, I decided to forgo the second.

My husband brought up an ice pack for my sore nipple. He suggested I go to the tattoo parlor in town after work the next day to see if they could help me get the other post in place. And we were both concerned at the amount of pinching that the first was causing me. I was awake most of the night. The random pangs and pinches kept waking me up and keeping me from any kind of restful sleep.

Work the next day was torture. I was writing to my Sir how the pain would occasionally turn to arousal (not that that was a good thing at work), but it didn’t last long. The soreness in my right breast was intense. I was starting to worry that my ham-fisted actions the night before had left my piercing infected. I felt so stupid for buying jewelry online and worried that I had just wasted money (of our very tight budget) buying something that I couldn’t even use.

I tried not to look too defeated as I walked into the tattoo parlor after leaving the office. The woman who does their piercings there is super nice. I explained my predicament and she immediately waved me back to her station. With a simple, “We’ll get you fixed up”, she did. Apparently my bars were too short and that is what was causing the pinching. So she modified my pretty jewelry by simply switching out the bar with a longer one. Then she gave me tips on how to remove my jewelry more carefully and put it in without all the pain (lube was the key; my husband was on the right track).

It took less than ten minutes and my boobs looked amazing and the soreness was nearly gone. I wanted to give her a hug, but went for a big tip instead. Waking up this morning, after sleeping much better, the pain was completely gone.

Hopefully I will get a chance to take the Sinful Sunday photo that I want tonight and you will get to see my cuteness properly. If not, the quick shots I took for twitter will have to do for now. But as panicky and painful as the other night was, I did learn a lot.

  1. Lube is always the answer, for everything.
  2. I’ll get a million more tattoos before I get anything else pierced.
  3. Y’all are going to be seeing a lot of my boobs over the next few months, cause they look damn cute with these keys.

Nipple Play Returns

I messed up at work. It’s not the end of the world, but as I work in the legal field, there are a lot of negative ramifications if things are done wrong. So I had a not so pleasant email when I got into work yesterday morning. Talk about a quick way to ruin your day. Luckily, it’s fixable. I was able to sort it out before I left the office. And coming home to a cider and a plate of pork nachos can make any day seem easy.

So after I have vented about the day, and had maybe two sips of my cider Sir had an announcement. “Your putting clamps on your nipples tonight and you’re going to swing them around for my amusement”. You know, just in case there was any question about plans for the evening.

He hasn’t really pushed the nipple play too much. He bought me new rings last month, but that’s about it. We both have wanted them to heal fully before messing around clamps or weights. I was fine with his order that I was getting my nipples pierced, but my breasts are one of the few things I genuinely like about my body. I have taken every precaution to ensure that they aren’t damaged.

When I was out in California Jack ‘tested’ them a little bit. Mind you, he was very polite and asked nicely beforehand. By tested I mean that he sucked on each of my nipples until I was close to cumming just from that stimulation. It felt fantastic. But when I got home Sir realized that he could be a bit more forward with them.

The other night we played a bit of a ‘switch’ game (I’m working on telling you all about it, cause it was awesome). While he was giving me oral I let him (told him) to play with my nipples a bit. There was some pulling, some rubbing, and a lot of moaning. So now I think he’s decided that the training wheels are off. This has led me to believe that his ‘let’s switch’ idea was really just a ruse to get information out of me while making me think it was my idea. Though, at this point, I’m not sure why I should be surprised.

Clink Clink

I walked out of the bathroom after my shower. My workout was good, and I had sweat through my camisole during the run. Sir had said I looked sexy in my exercise clothes, but I fended him off long enough to get a shower. As soon as I walked through the kitchen naked, however, Sir grabbed my arm. He pulled me into the laundry room and closed the sliding door. He smashed me up against the clothes washer and ran his cock up and down. My clit to my asshole was slick in seconds. I groaned and pushed back against him.

Pulling my hips back he pushed into me slowly. I tried to grip the top of the washer for leverage, but with the lid down there was nothing to grab. I finally got my fingers to grip the edge of the lid with limited success. His pace was vigorous as our time alone was uncertain. He wasn’t going to let me cum, so rather than focus on myself, I just let him move me. Sometimes it’s nice to feel like a rag doll.

Finding a good position I arched my back to tilt my pelvis for him. By doing so my nipples shifted to a perfect position over the washer. With each thrust my nipple piercings brushed the top of the machine.

Clink! Clink!

“I love that sound.” He practically groaned it.

Knowing that he liked it made my arch my back even more.

Clink! Clink!

As he came he pressed my body into the washer and dug his fingers into my hip. I groaned at the lovely combination of feeling him cum and wanting to twist away from the pain. He pulled out, turned me to face him, and pushed on my shoulder. I knelt down. Without saying anything he pointed to the drop of cum about to fall from the tip of his cock. I quickly stuck out my tongue to catch it and cleaned him off. When I sat back on my heels he turned and left the room.

“You’re a good fuck, Rye. I’m getting in the shower.”

I stood as he left the room. Cum had dripped from my pussy onto the floor as I cleaned him off. I considered licking it up. If he was still in the room to see it, that’s what he would have me do. I should my head as a bad sub as I cleaned it up with a towel instead. But I bent over the washer one more time and smiled at being his fuck puppet.

Clink! Clink!

What did you do yesterday?

That’s not a sarcastic question. I am interested. But I also fulling intend to gush about what I did yesterday.

I’ll give you a hint. This is what my tits looked like yesterday morning:

Ryes breasts and nipples without piercings.

My classy DD’s. Now even classier:

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Aren’t I shiny now?

Ok, exclamations aside. I’m feeling good. It hurt quite a bit, I’ll be honest. And Ryes nipplesmasochist or not, I was not made gooey by the process. Sir, however, was practically giddy at my pain. All afternoon he kept talking about how much he wanted to touch them. Luckily for me it’s hands off for now; I know he’s counting the days though.

Ryes NipplesThe next nine months are going to be stimulation free for my nipples though. I’m a little bummed about it. Nothing makes oral sex better for me than when he pulls and tugs on them. They’ll be lonely for a bit, but Sir already is stockpiling plans for things to attach to them. Lucky me.

 

What shall we do today?

So, do you want to get your nipples pierced today?

Yes!

Oh wait, we can’t. Your MRI is on Monday and you would have to take them out. No metal, remember.

Crap.

It is amazing to me sometimes how quickly one’s mood can rise and fall. Honestly, I was surprised how on board I was. I was genuinely excited. Excited about the entire process. Thinking about what pretty jewelry I was going to get. How sensitive my nipples would become. Stupid MRI magnet.

I even have to take my collar off. That will feel even weirder. Maybe I’ll see if Sir will write on me with marker or something so I won’t feel so naked for the day. The MRI is of my foot and ankle, so some marker on my ass should go unnoticed.

However, today is tattoo day! If it’s not one form of body modification it’s another. All the cameo pieces of the sleeve are done, so now we are starting the lace. She’ll do the lower band today. If there’s time and my body holds up, I am also hoping to add my BDSM knod in the piece. I am getting ‘good girl’ in cursive on the underside of my arm. Probably my most overt D/s tattoo to date. I am hopeful to get time for it, but we’ll see. I won’t get back to her until early April, so I really try to take as much ink as my body will allow at each appointment. And apparently I hadn’t mentioned this addition to Sir. We talked on the way home yesterday and he was only upset that he would miss the pain that tattooing my armpit would likely cause. He’s often jealous of missing my pain faces; I don’t tell him that I tend to take that pain very well.

So, hopefully, after the MRI next week Sir will still be in the mood for my piercings. It is something we’ve discussed on and off for awhile, and each time, I get a little more interested. The healing time is a drawback, but I think it’s worth it. And the sooner I get them done, the sooner they will heal. And the sooner I can start decorating them with pretty jewelry…and the sooner Sir can start clipping things to them to turn them into horrible torture devices.

Still totally worth it.

Rye's breasts with vices on her nipples
Pretty un-pierced nipples, hopefully not for much longer.

 

 

Piercings – KOTW

Sir’s birthday is at the end of the month. I will get him a ‘real’ gift and a kinky gift, as per usual. But he also has decided that the time has come for my nipples to be pierced. He is taking care of all of it. He found a place he really likes and is going to make the appointment himself. I am hoping for some choice in the ring vs. barbell debate, but other than that I am going with the flow.

I’ll be honest, I’m not really a piercing fan. I’m more a tattoo girl. I got my ears pierced when I was thirteen and I’m not sure I ever wore earrings regularly. I got my upper cartiledge pierced when I was a senior in college. I’m not sure why, but it never healed right. Whenever I would get sick it would get infected, like reallocating my white blood cells to fight an infection elsewhere reopened the wound or something. Then, when I had my gallbladder removed, I remember a conversation with one of the nurses as I was being prepped for surgery. She said I would have to remove it, but I had had the ring in since I got it and hadn’t been able to get it out. Out of nowhere, Sir pipes up and says, “cut it out, it’s always infected, just get rid of it”. He was pretty freaked out about me having surgery, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue with him (this was before we started D/s, but when he gets really concerned or upset, it’s always better to pick your battles). So, right before they moved me into surgery they cut it off, and that’s been it for me and piercings.

So I was a little surprised, three years later, that Sir has now begun championing the idea of new metal. He mentioned it when I was still breastfeeding Baby 2.0, but that, obviously, wasn’t going to happen. So after the new year it came up again as a birthday gift. Not that I really mind. I’m a little concerned about sensitivity, but we’ll see what happens.

I just hope they heal quickly. Nipple play is really big for me. I’ve been surprised how much it has changed my orgasms, especially during oral. I’m know it will take time. But a strong mixture of excitement and horror will be staying with me until Sir’s birthday.

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