Something I've been working on, moved by what I've seen in this thread,
'The Bite of the Clip' is a good title:
concrete floor
rough grit, wet marks
bare feet
eyes lowered,
head moves back
lips little parted,
light switched on
arms trembling
fingers grip
copper cable
wrists tied tight
ankles too
legs wide
lips close
glance down
wires on the floor
He’s looking,
assessing
tensing arms
shrink back
look towards Him
feel my tits swell
wishing they wouldn’t
tug, take a deep breath
swing myself his way
offer my breasts
yet cringe as his fingers
approach
determined
I shall not feel them
shows me the toothed clip
draw back, instinctive
two fingers touch me
I twist as he grips flesh
squeezes
I shudder
grips tighter
my nipple’s forced out
look down
I see how
the aureole sinks in
he tugs
I grip tight
through tense lips
draw in a deep breath
my head drops
my lips part
he twists my poor nipple
but I don’t cry
the steel clip’s approaching
I’m watching
eyes pleading
but still I’m determined
it touches, I shudder
it pushes, bite my lip
it bites me
I pull back
I cry out
mouth wide now -
defeated -
He lets go
the clip drops
pain’s deeper
I struggle
thrust forward
then swing back
my tortured tit’s glistening
my breast’s pink
my eyes tight
lips closed again,
cope now, eulalia -
adjust to the agony
haul up my body
my head drops,
my tongue flicks -
don’t let me cry here
eyes open
look at Him
try to keep calm
as I follow His hand
with the next clip
He shows it –
I’m shivering,
I’m sweating,
I’m jerking with pain
look away, eyes shut,
mouth crying
lips purse
keep tense
and turn back
I’m watching my Torturer
He moves round
I sigh,
throw my head back,
teeth gritted
He pinches,
He squeezes,
my tit swells
I’m shaking
my eyes on the clip now
they close as it closes,
I’m sobbing
He lets go
my poor breasts are tugged down,
I cry out, much louder,
then grip tight,
my trunk tugged,
I’m struggling with pain
my body shifts
bite my lip
close eyes
absorb it...
I hear Him
preparing
the switch-box
I look at Him
silently, pleading
but hopeless
brace myself
now He’ll begin...
I'm honoured to have inspired you Eul, the bite of the clip indeed! So much struggle, so much pain, and yet only now will he begin the real thing. I really like it.
Of those pics in my last post, the most interesting one is possibly #6 - we see the power supply on the wall, the nipple clipped and ready, the arm stretched out and chained, and the touch that I like, the hand gripping that chain, desperate for anything to hold onto as she faces the ordeal to come. We see it time and again in bondage, the need to grasp the very thing which grasps us, to seek stability and comfort from the one thing which takes it away from us.