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Describe your Bellybutton

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What's the most sensitive part of your navel?

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Any new navel torture ideas?

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I Am Navel Torturing Slave -

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5:00AM, 29 May 2009 PDT
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Here is a story i wrote called C-clamp.

Note: All characters are at least 18 years old.

She lay on a narrow table looking up at the dark ceiling. She was on her back and fully clothed, even her shoes and socks were still on. Her jeans dipped low at her waist and her white shirt was pulled up and folded back to cover nothing below her breasts. Her entire belly was exposed.

The table she lay on had dimensions like a patient’s bed in at a doctor’s office, wood and topped with a thin red Velour/Velvet/Vinyl/Leather cushion with a pattern. The room was dark all its light coming from a bright white source to her right, at least 10 feet way and 7 feet above the ground. Silhouetted by the light behind it a figure stood or rather sat next to her on a stool. The figure looked down at her for a moment before its gaze moved from her face up and over to a point above her belly. She followed the path of its view with hers and that’s when she saw it.

Whether it was bolted to the left side of the table or the wall it was against she couldn’t tell but that didn’t matter. It was metal, it rose up to her left before bending 90’ degrees leaving it arching over her arms and exposed tummy. Its end reminded her of the end of a c-clamp a threaded tube though which ran a very long screw, at its top was a handle, at its bottom was a metal pad on a swivel. As she began to realize what was going on the figure stood and leaned forward. Reaching Over top of her it took the handle. The screw spun rapidly and she watched anxiously as it spiraled down. She already knew where it was going; it was straight over her precious belly button.

Excitement spawned from anticipation in her mind as the end dropped closer and closer to her poor little innie. The figure stopped for a moment, the tip of the screw just high enough to give her an unobstructed view of her belly button. She looked up at this shadowed figure for a moment before taking in the last image of the slightly oval shape of her innie as her soft slim belly rose and fell with her breathing. A shock went through her as the screw spun down into her belly button, her innie accepting the tip which just barely fit inside. It wasn’t so much the chill or the slight pressure of the metal pad sitting in her navel as it was the built up anticipation snapping inside her, of what was happening and what was to come.

After this initial reaction the figure again began to turn the screw, but it was no longer spinning freely down through thin air and so instead proceeded in a series of half turns. As the cold tingle in her navel was soon joined by feelings of pleasure and pressure, both sparked and grew as the tip began to push down into her navel. She loved the feeling of having her belly button pushed and could feel the inner surfaces of her navel shift and stretch as the screw began to sink in. With a rhythmic progression the dying cold tingle in her belly button faded into the growing pressure as the shadowed hands of the figure worked to press the screw deeper into her navel.

Feelings of pleasure were radiating out from her pressed button, pulsing with the twisting of the screw and now her own quickening breath, who’s pulling at her soft belly gave her anchored navel a second rhythm of sensation to sing to. This was definitely getting to her. The rate of the twists dropped slightly and figure began to put more force behind each one. The pressure continued to build and spread, she began to feel things shift within her and pain mixing with her pleasure. Her belly was sinking in around her navel. By now she was sweating and her face neck and belly gleamed in the light, she was panting, and not just because it was getting harder to breath. She trembled and writhed as the figure played a chaotic song of sensation on her body which resonated in her mind as the tip sunk in towards her spine.

The figure suddenly stopped leaving her stalled in an almost suffocating state of ecstasy, she looked up to see the figure had turned and was now looking at her and not her belly, and although she could not see a face she somehow knew exactly this person was feeling and what they intended. The figure gave her two more quick twists, she gasped and endeavoring to find her breath reached out to the silhouette with open arms, the mysterious silhouette leaned down to complete the hug. They came closer and closer, they began to kiss…

Riiiiiiiing! Nickie moaned before sitting up in her desk. She had fallen asleep in class. As the chatter of the other students leaving registered in her head she looked down to see her notes covered in drool. She sighed as she gathered up her things to go to her next class. “I guess you really shouldn’t try to finish anything important during class.” She thought to herself.

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Here is another story i wrote. I don't consider it to have any torture in it but its still a belly button story. It's called "Button me in." Enjoy.

“Button me in” she cooed as she turned back to face the mirror. He immediately got off the bed and walked up behind her.

Once he was there she inhaled deeply, her chest rose and her soft belly sunk in. His hands brushed past her slides at the bottom of her ribs and glided down her smooth stomach passing her navel on both sides before reaching her open pants. She closed her eyes and leaned back a little as he grasped the two halves and pulled them together, then buttoned them closed. “Mmmmm, they're tight” she said before continuing “but I know you love what they do to my tummy”. She opened her eyes and with a slow breathy sigh she exhaled pushing her belly into his hands.

For a moment he just stood there with his hands on the on the inviting flesh of her beautiful belly. Once he came back to reality he began to massage her belly, lightly at first but then with a progressively deeper pressure. “Oh-Mmmmmmmm.” She leaned back on him and he sat down on the foot of the bed, she sat down on his lap and became completely soft and limp against him, her eyes were closed and her breathing became slow.

His hands pressed deep into her belly, down and back, in and out. He then moved out left and right from the center until he was massaging the edges of her tummy, he then slipped his thumbs to her back while his fingers rested on her belly and tops of her hips as he slowly pressed in the sides of her waist 3 times, each time a little deeper then the last. After that his fingers traced the lower edge of her tummy, partially disappearing beneath the waistline of her jeans. Once his hands came together he cupped them under her belly, cradling it before sliding up to continue, a hand working each side of her belly. He kissed her and on the neck and whispered in her ear. “Is this good?” he asked. “Mmmhmm.” She moaned languidly. He brought his hands together, his fingers crossing over each other beginning just beneath her navel while his thumbs met above it, he began pressing in and up with his fingers then down with his palms and thumbs. After the third cycle her belly gurgled, she giggled a little before whispering “my belly is talking to you.”

Following a few more cycles he let his hands separate, his left hand lay gently on the left side of her belly while he slid his right index finger into her belly button. A long relaxed sigh escaped her lips as he moved his finger in little circles inside her belly button pressing against the sides of her navel. He began to push into her belly button, her belly was so relaxed her navel sunk far deeper into her belly then it normally would before his finger met any resistance. He stopped for a moment amazed at how soft and relaxed her belly had become. “Deeper” she whispered. He pressed harder then harder still, her belly gurgled and her he could feel her insides shift, she moaned as her button was pressed deeper and deeper. They finally reached the point where he could press no deeper; it felt like her belly button was nearly touching her spine. He could feel her pulse strongly through her navel. “Mmmmm that feels good” she said as he held her belly button pinned to her back.

After a few minutes he relieved the pressure, he took his finger out of her belly button and slid out from under her. He got up and turned around to see her limply laid out on the bed, her legs dangled off the end down to the floor, her beautiful belly slowly rose and fell with her breathing, her arms lay spread out, her head was turned to the side slightly but her eyes were looking into his. A warm smile was on each of their faces. “Ready to get up” he asked her. “Weeeeeell ok.” She said playfully. He leaned forward sliding his arms behind the small of her back and began to lift her up. She let her upper body dangle as she left the bed causing her to bend backwards at the waist, her belly stretching out and her navel being pulled into a vertical slit.

As she came to the top of her assent she straightened herself upright and wrapped her hands around him in a warm hug. They stood there in each others arms each ones head resting gently upon the others shoulder as they embraced simply enjoying the closeness, the comfort and warmth of the embrace.

Her smile retreated somewhat and she opened her eyes. “I need to finish getting dressed.” She said softly in his ear as she released him. As he released her they shared a kiss before she walked over to the closet to choose a top.

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um, hi. I am new here. I really dont know how to do things here. But i saw here that you people are posting experiences and stories. Well, i have stories yea, but i also have a few small, mild experiences, with my boyfriend. So, i think i will just post it here, then? Just let me know if i do it wrong! My english is terrible, coz this isnt my first language.
Well, this one time, by boyfriend and i were studying at my place. In my room... And, well, we started talking and that lead to kissing... You get the idea. After some time he told me he wanted to try something. We were lying on my bed and he was on top of me and was kissing me...And...well, he put his hand underneath my shirt and was stroking my tummy. It was giving me quite a shiver but i wont say i wasnt enjoying it. So, yeah, he suddenly put his finger inside my bellybutton. Its an innie. and its pretty deep. I had never actually had been played there so i didnt know i liked it. It was my first. And then when after poking around for sometime he found the nerve centre and pressed his finger there making me gasp. And guess what, he did that so that he could smooch me. huh. Anyway, so, He was pressing it deeper right there and he didnt stop. He kept pushing and i felt something shift inside my belly, and soon he reached all the way to my spinal cord. I could feel my pulse there. It felt quite nice then, until he started moving his finger in a circular motion, and i felt as if he was crushing everything inside me! i tried to stop him without disappointing him, but he was far stronger than me. I could actually feel stuff shifting inside me!
After a few minutes he stopped and slowly pulled his finger out and pressed his palm on it applying extreme pressure, and moving his hand a bit this way and that, as if massaging. Then he pulled back.
For sometime i felt nothing down there as he kissed my neck and throat. Then suddenly i felt something sharp going inside my button. I looked over his shoulder and saw a pencil! Well, i was enjoying his finger in there, but the pencil worried me a bit. But of course, would he hurt me? He pressed the tip of it in the centre searching for the right spot and soon finding it. The pressure increased there, on the centre of my navel where all those nerve ends met, and it was pretty sharp as he pushed so hard into my tummy til i thought he was going to stab me. After sometime i was literally asking him to stop. He obliged, pulling out the object and then gently putting his finger in. He asked me whether he was allowed to continue this way and i responded by kissing him. He pushing his finger in and poked around for a while, kissing me. Then suddenly he pulled back and lifted my shirt all the way up,exposing my entire tummy, and he started kissing from the top, from the stomach. He first licked with his tongue, kissing just below the ribs and slowly made his way down. I felt his grip tighten around my waist as he neared the lower part of my tummy. Suddenly i felt his tongue over my navel and i grasped his hair and pressed his head, trying to guide his way. He first kissed me there, small kissed with no tongue. Then his tongue slithered in and out and again, at first slowly then rapidly. He pushed his tongue all the way in, till it reached the back of my spine, and my pulse in between. He moved his tongue around, feeling all the bumps and corners inside. This continued for a long while, perhaps an hour, till we were both exhausted.

95 months ago
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Yes I do

55 months ago
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Neville's navel

It's about my friend Neville. He is 18 years old and lives with his single mom. He has a deep innie and has a belly button just too sensitive. The problem is he is crazy for his mom who ignores him as he isn't upto the way she expects him to be.

He has a good body and a deep navel. But all he wants is to be touched and caressed there inside his soft trembling navel by none other than his mom.

His skin is light brown and his mom has the same color. His mom is well built with round fingers which he craves to pull inside his deep navel. He loves being shirtless in home around his mom and helps her in kitchen. Sometimes his young mom teases him as he keeps brushing against her. She knows his weakness and likes to poke him there with a fork or spoon. Neville loves to hold her from back and play with her hair as it touches his belly and tickles the inside of his navel.

55 months ago
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Could really do with a belly button buddy to help me torture myself

51 months ago
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Lucy777xx I would love to help you out with that!

50 months ago
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Read my story

I am living with my mom. the problem is she hates me and I love her, madly. she knows i am crazy for her touch on my belly and around and inside my belly button. as it remains warm throughout in orlando she tells me to go shirtless inside home and hell yes i love doing it. being shirtless around her makes me feel naughty and crazy. i leave no chance to brush against her and get her touch anywhere around my belly and navel. she knows it and takes pleasure in torturing me

48 months ago
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Always it's like this. she will scorn me and I will get more crazy..she enjoys hitting me on the stomach and even kicking right into the pit of my stomach. not only that she knows how to kick with her toes right inside my deep navel. it hurts, it hurts bad yet I am mad for the torture. anything that will let her touch me to give me pain or pleasure gives me all pleasure.

48 months ago
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My problem is I always want her touch. she feels irritated and hates me more. I dont like any other man around her. once we had an argument and she threw me to the floor and kicked me continuously on my stomach and navel very hard until I begged to stop.

48 months ago
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I lay on the floor writhing in pain and excitement as she lashed a waist belt in her hand. I grabbed her feet and held it tightly against my belly as it heaved heavily. she felt and softness of my vulnerable stomach against her merciless sharp toes. in a moment she kicked me hard again and this time right into my navel. I cried in pain while breathing in between holding my navel,"momma pls dont hate me so much...I love you plz, just caress my pain away plz." she remained unfaltered and stabbed me with her words,"I hate you and always will". this time it seemed her merciless words pierced right into my navel when I felt a sharp pain there.

I always feel excited to see her and I feel a tingling sensation right inside my navel. I just keep wishing that she will touch me caress me or even hurt me all over my belly and inside my belly button. my belly and belly button is all hers.

48 months ago
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she says she hates me but then why she does all that I crave for so much? As she watches the TV with her feet stretched and hair upon her shoulder I feel a s
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