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Nipple Stretching Stories
I worked as an office manager once, and it was my job to open and sort all of the mail, including packages. It was a pretty boring job for the most part, but every now and then there would be a wave of excitement when my boss’s crazy ex-wife would come in and scream at him in front of all of his employees.
So I’m doing my mail duties when an odd looking package arrives for my boss, the CEO of the company. I open it as part of the standard office procedure. I pull out some packing materials, then an item wrapped in plastic wrap.
What is this? I think to myself. Oh, a leash. Must be a leash for his dog. What’s with the metal things? This is kind of weird, I think, so let’s pull out the invoice:
“Dog collar with attached nipple clamps.”
Dogs don’t need nipple clamps, so what the shit.
I throw everything back into the box as if *I’M* the one who has just committed some horrible sin against nature. I hop onto my computer and pull up messenger and message my boyfriend. “QUICK. I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO TAPE UP A PACKAGE AND MAKE IT LOOK LIKE IT WAS NEVER OPENED.”
Tons of totally rational and then totally fucked up explanations are going through my head. Halloween is coming up soon, maybe this is for a crazy party. Or maybe my boss is just seriously kinky and doesn’t have the foresight to send these types of packages TO HIS HOUSE. I got mental images, playbacks – not pretty.
I carefully tape up the box and pack it neatly. Voila! It looks as though it was never opened! No one will touch this stuff! I sneak it into his office and put it on his desk with the rest of his mail.
So for weeks, I can’t make eye contact with my boss, and at one point, I almost greeted him with a “Good Morning, Mr. Nipple Clamps” because that’s all that would go through my head when he walked in the door.
We go out on a business trip and at dinner, he tells us about how an old secretary is sending packages to his work and picking them up from his office, and he’s DYING to know what’s in them, but he never opens them.
Having had like 4 glasses of wine, I raise my hand.
“I know what’s in them,” I say, my face turning more purple than the merlot I’m drinking.
I have everyone’s attention now, and at this amazing restaurant in downtown Chicago, I blurt out, way too loudly, “NIPPLE CLAMPS!”
I tell them the story of the accidentally opened package. (We found out what the deal was weeks later because it turns out this lady who used to work for him was running a sex service behind her family’s back and making good money at it, but she couldn’t let her family know she was a dominatrix for hire so she had the boxes sent to her old work. How bad would that screw your teen daughter up, anyway?)
After I tell the table, including investors and business associates (glug glug glug) about how horrified I was and how deftly I re-taped the package to look as though it had never been tampered with, and how proud I was of my handiwork, the table falls silent.
So this one guy looks at my boss and says, “Your secretary has been walking around for weeks thinking you’re a sick pervy bastard! She must have been terrified to fly out here to Chicago with you!”
Hey man, sometimes I was paid in wine. Nipple clamps or no nipple clamps, that’s a good deal.
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First let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a married, Bi, white male, 55 years old, balding head, 6'1" tall. I've always been interested in ball play and over the years have tired tying them up and various other ball play games. It wasn't until 2 years ago that I really got into heavy ball play. I sort of got bored with the normal stuff and thought that getting into ball pulling and pumping would be a big turn on.
The actual ball stretching part got started on a trip to Spain and Portugal. Being on a long vacation and away from my videos and toys I was thinking about ball playing a lot and decide to try ball stretching. So at night after we were done traveling I would lie in bed and start to stretch my balls using my hand as a stretching device and also as a gauge. When I started I could only wrap 3 fingers around the base of my balls up to the balls themselves. After a short while of doing this about 5 times a night and also getting used to the feeling of have my balls pressed hard against the sack I got to stretch them so that I could put 4 fingers around them. Now that I could put some pressure on the balls and also getting to like the results I started to really started to pull on the balls and ball sack.
At first I noticed that the ball sack was not to loose and needed to be stretched out so that the balls themselves could start to get lower. So at night while lying in bed and while in the shower I concentrated on pulling the ball sack and stretching them. Being that the ball sack is very stretchable it was easy to get them stretched out enough to have some fun with. The balls themselves first needed training to get used to the pain of being squeezed and have hard pressure put on them and also to get used to being pulled.
So I start to hit my balls and press them very hard with my hands. The more I did this the better and more pleasurable it became and the better I liked it. Towards the end of the trip I had got my balls very used to being squeezed and hit hard and also that I could put my whole fist around the ball sack with a little bit of pulling.
After getting home I decided to pursue this action and having access to all gets of devices I started in earnest to try and stretch the balls more and more and also getting the balls used to pain.
I start by using weights as play toy. I would put C clamps on the ball sack and then add more and more clamps as weights. I found that with some doing I could put 15 lbs. of weights attached to the C clamp. That looked great and felt great seeing the weights pulling on the ball sack and feeling them stretch and also watching them swing around. What a rush.
This was good for a while but stretching the sack and not the balls was not what I was after. So I started to look around for some thing to help stretch the balls themselves. Looking on the Internet I found lots of devices that were for sale. But being married I would have a hard time explaining a package with ball stretching devices coming in the mail. One day while passing in Home Depot I was looking for something to do the stretching, when I looked in the piping department and found copper rings about ½" wide with the center hole being just the right size to squeeze one ball through at a time. They also weighted about ½ lb. each. Just the right thing. So I bought two and couldn't what to try it on. I needed to file the inside edges down on the rings and to my surprised discovered that with some trying I could get one ball thru the center hole and then with some squeezing I could get the other ball thru the hole also. Once they were both in there was no way they would slip out and the rings stretched both the balls and the ball sack.
I started to wear the ring to work everyday and also after work at home. After a time I was able to get the two rings on and had 1 lb pulling my balls all day long. It felt great to have the balls brushing the pant legs all day. I didn't wear any underwear not wanting to stop the stretching. I noticed that with time two rings were not enough so I went and bought a third ring and with some more stretching and squeezing I could get my balls into all three rings. This was not an easy task as only one ball would some squeezing would fit thru the center hole at one time. So I had to squeeze one ball thru all three rings and then squeeze the other ball thru all three rings. Lucky I was still practicing on getting my balls used to pain by continuing hitting them with a wooded spoon. Soon I was walking around work all day with 3 rings and 1.5 lbs. of weights stretching my balls.
Next I decided to continue with the rope training and started to use bung cords also. I would tie my balls up with a rope starting just a little bit in back of the balls themselves and then hook the bung cord on the rope and hook the other end to a doorknob and then pull the balls by standing back. This was a great turn on because the balls and ball sack stretched way out. I would then tie an add ional rope to the part of the ball sack that was left exposed and then release the bung cord. This made the balls and ball sack stretch out very far and I could easily wrap my whole fist around them.
I have got my balls used to some hard pressure and now like to tie them up and hit them with a wooden spoon and also stick pins into them but that part is for BDE hard.
I'm now at the point where I can easily hold my balls sack with a closed fist and pull them out so that there is about another 2 inches left. I can easily stand up and pull the balls up to and beyond my belly button with no problem or pain. It is such a turn on to see the balls stretched out very hard against the ball sack just begging to be hit or pinned. I am now trying to be able to get both fists completely closed around the ball sack below the balls. To do this I have been pulling the balls very very hard up and out. The ball sack is now no problem now. The problem now is getting the ball cords to stretch more and more. These are considerably harder to stretch then the sack. I have been trying different methods of doing this. One method that seems to work is to tie the stretch the balls out and tie them with a small piece of rope when they are pressed hard against the sack. Then bend them around a wooden dole and tie the balls together and pull on the wooden dole. The end results would be to get both hands around my balls. Then I guess I will come up with something to do with them.
I have also taken up ball pumping big time and found that I really enjoy this a lot and really have gotten into it. But will save that part for BDE hard.
submitted by: Anonymous on: 10 Jan. 2000 in
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Artist: myself
Studio: home
Location: rochester+ny
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I have been in the slave lifestyle for 3 years. I have done things so extreme most dare not think about. Those that have heard of my experiences wish they could forget. It is impossible to unimagined something. They can only hope they manage to forget. My master loves inflicting pain and much to his pleasure I am more than willing to accept it. We push back boundaries every day. The scars I ware proudly tell much of my stories. I can only hope to add some of the emotions I encountered, the adrenalin and excitement of the moment. Things in which I have done have only created new questions of the possibilities that lie ahead.
Part one: total destruction of nipple.
The abuse a nipple can recover from is more than amazing. I have sliced pierced bit and burned them. My favorite was the burning. It took many attempts before destroying my nipple into the wonderful little scar that is left behind. My nipple was pierced 4 times making a gorgeous set of balls circling my nipple. My first time experiencing burning was with a cigarette. My stomach would twist a little and my heart raced as the cherry touched the tips. I gradually was able to let mast hold it there for longer periods of time. I eventually got to the point it wasn’t enough and we moved on to candles. I came up with the idea of play piercing my nipples and clit. First we play pierced my points of interest and Master would hold the flame to the needle till they glowed red and pull them through my skin. Oh my god this some intense pleasure pain. One great advantage was virtually no blood since the hole was cauterized by the needle.
I got the point my nipples were so hard and full of scar tissue. I had found this small torch online it ran on butane. I ordered for mast. It seemed like it wasn’t ever going to arrive. Finally one day the small brown box was in with the mail. I was so excited and couldn’t wait for master to arrive home from work. I txt him and let him know it was here. I was waiting naked when he came through the door. He quickly got ready. He tied my tits off so tight they began to turn purple. He tied my hand and legs so I couldn’t move. He clicked the torch and it sprung to life in an angry little hiss with a purple flame to it. He made a pass over my left nipple it was quick but I felt like I was electrocuted as pain shot through my nipple. Redness quickly appeared and it was beginning to blister. Mast made another pass. They pain was some of the most intense. I screamed out, tears streamed down my cheeks.
Master looked in my eyes. We have this look we can read each other’s thoughts. I nodded to him. This is it I thought to myself. He clicked the torch back to life and this time he slowly burned all around my nipple and areola. He made circles around it in order to burn it even. I tugged at the ropes the pain was so intense and slowly the pain became less and I could smell the burning flesh. I began to control my breathing. The pain was still intense but I was watching my skin actually burn. I was amazed that there was a flame coming off my nipple it was on fire at this point. My stomach twisted in knots. My nipple was burnt and ruined this time. He stopped and smoke rose up from butchered tit. I could tell my tit was burned deep inside that heat had to go somewhere. My whole breast was dark purple with a crispy black nipple. Part of tip was ashes and starting to come off. Master poured ice water over my breast. This I believe may have hurt worse than the burning. My steal nipple rings sizzled from the water.
My head was spinning. I wondered if I crossed the line finally. Master untied me. A paced the floor taking deep breaths. Master enjoys watching me do this. I finally stopped walked to master. He pinched my nipple and it crumbled to black dust my nipple ring fell to the floor. I wasn’t expecting that I almost fainted. I caught myself going down. I sat Indian style on the floor finally i grabbed my breast and began to pick away the burned part. My entire areola came off. When I was finished picking there was a bloody, oozy pit about ½ inches deep. It was quite painful for weeks following I would literally squeeze my breast milking the infection out of it. I healed so slow and finally had this bubble of pink scar tissue.
The only regret I have is master won’t do the other nipple yet.
submitted by: KINGOFHEARTS on: 23 Jan. 2011 in
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From: kiasyd@umich.edu (Jake Baker)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Going for a Walk
Date: 7 Jan 1995 04:17:22 GMT
Organization: University of Michigan
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Excuse the spelling errors, I wrote this without the benefit of a
spell-checker.
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