Sir woke me up with sex this morning, followed by an order to wear my ben wa balls, followed by a a few hours out doing whatever, followed by coming home to more sex. I was told to wear something more "appropriate" for a night of sexy time, so I put on one of my fancy nightgowns...and no underwear. Sir made me wear my collar for a few hours and tried putting the nipple clamps on my lady bits...which was disturbingly nice. I don't like the pinching feeling I got when he pulled them off, rather than unclamping them, but it was nice. I'm not going to lie.
This evening's activities include a bottle of wine and a movie...and probably some back door fun, if Sir gets his way and things cooperate.
I'm looking forward to it.
Always his,
HLA
Showing posts with label nipple clamps. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nipple clamps. Show all posts
Saturday, June 21, 2014
Wednesday, October 9, 2013
Too Long
It has been too long since my last post. Quick update: I love nipple clamps.
Sir bought me a nipple clamping collar several days ago, and I effing love it. Last weekend, he told me that I needed to make breakfast, but I needed to wear the clamps while doing so. He slid the collar on, attached the clamps, and slipped my sleep shirt back on, since it was nice out and we had the windows open. Besides the fact that I like wearing the clamps/collar, it was a thrill to wear them in the house with the shades up and the windows open. Breakfast was good too. The sex after breakfast was lovely as well.
Since then, it has been slightly more normal. We are gearing up for a vacation in a few weeks, so things are getting hectic--today's mission from Sir is to find a new swimsuit. The one I have is from high school and the elastic has completely broken down. That is code for "I might as well just swim naked since it will fall off anyway" and that isn't an appropriate look for vacationing with the inlaws.
I've started a new schedule at work that lets me have one day off during the week, plus weekends. It means longer hours, but that extra day is going to help immensely. I can go shopping for groceries, clean up around the house, and generally get things back in order so that Sir and I have the weekend for fun things. Like nipple clamps and sex.
The house is kind of a disaster since neither of us has really been keeping up on it. I have my work cut out for me today.
Always His,
HLA
Sir bought me a nipple clamping collar several days ago, and I effing love it. Last weekend, he told me that I needed to make breakfast, but I needed to wear the clamps while doing so. He slid the collar on, attached the clamps, and slipped my sleep shirt back on, since it was nice out and we had the windows open. Besides the fact that I like wearing the clamps/collar, it was a thrill to wear them in the house with the shades up and the windows open. Breakfast was good too. The sex after breakfast was lovely as well.
Since then, it has been slightly more normal. We are gearing up for a vacation in a few weeks, so things are getting hectic--today's mission from Sir is to find a new swimsuit. The one I have is from high school and the elastic has completely broken down. That is code for "I might as well just swim naked since it will fall off anyway" and that isn't an appropriate look for vacationing with the inlaws.
I've started a new schedule at work that lets me have one day off during the week, plus weekends. It means longer hours, but that extra day is going to help immensely. I can go shopping for groceries, clean up around the house, and generally get things back in order so that Sir and I have the weekend for fun things. Like nipple clamps and sex.
The house is kind of a disaster since neither of us has really been keeping up on it. I have my work cut out for me today.
Always His,
HLA
Thursday, October 3, 2013
Possession
After two days of epic bitchiness on my part, lots of crying (also on my part), and some new-ish rules on Sir's part for me, he gave me the mystery item he had ordered online last week. He laid out an outfit for me to put on, watched as I changed, and then told me to stand in front of the mirror and close my eyes. I felt something being wrapped around my neck, and then felt pinching at my nipples.
I opened my eyes. It was a leather collar that wrapped around my neck, making it hard to tilt my head. It fastened like a belt buckle in the back, and then a metal loop holds two chains, at the end of which are two adjustable nipple clamps.
I was very pleasantly shocked, excited, and very aroused. Sir fastened the clamps on, which I was initally worried about. What if they were too tight? They are amazing. I love them. And then he bent me over, shoved a butt plug in, gave me three clit-Os with the pink vibrator, and made me ask him if I could orgasm while using his title. "Can I please come, Sir??!!"
Then, when I was a numb body on the bed, he began taking my ass. He gripped my throat, whispering filthy things. He told me I was a dirty whore, a slut, his property, his possession, that I was his to do whatever he wanted with. I was too far gone to finish with him, but he seemed to enjoy himself immensely.
I am not allowed to wear the collar unless he is there. I was distracted all day today by it, and then realized about fifteen minutes before I left work that I had a giant shadowy bruise on my hand from his hand gripping mine as I climaxed. Oh well.
This weekend promises to be full of more clampy goodness. Plus he has some kind of date planned.
Always his,
HLA
I opened my eyes. It was a leather collar that wrapped around my neck, making it hard to tilt my head. It fastened like a belt buckle in the back, and then a metal loop holds two chains, at the end of which are two adjustable nipple clamps.
I was very pleasantly shocked, excited, and very aroused. Sir fastened the clamps on, which I was initally worried about. What if they were too tight? They are amazing. I love them. And then he bent me over, shoved a butt plug in, gave me three clit-Os with the pink vibrator, and made me ask him if I could orgasm while using his title. "Can I please come, Sir??!!"
Then, when I was a numb body on the bed, he began taking my ass. He gripped my throat, whispering filthy things. He told me I was a dirty whore, a slut, his property, his possession, that I was his to do whatever he wanted with. I was too far gone to finish with him, but he seemed to enjoy himself immensely.
I am not allowed to wear the collar unless he is there. I was distracted all day today by it, and then realized about fifteen minutes before I left work that I had a giant shadowy bruise on my hand from his hand gripping mine as I climaxed. Oh well.
This weekend promises to be full of more clampy goodness. Plus he has some kind of date planned.
Always his,
HLA
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