tits hurt today, they got a workout last night. My friend
played with them, twisted and pinched them, and used clothespins
as well. When the clothespins didn't hurt anymore, he
took them off and used his fingers again. The pain was
Somehow he knew I wanted him to do that. When I woke up
this morning, they didn't even hurt. Sometimes they hurt
for days after. I guess he wasn't as intense as usual.
But after breakfast we started in again. He went for my
tits. There weren't any clothespins this time, just fingers
and fingernails. He knows how to push the right buttons.
Those two dark nipples are instant switches to turn me
It wasn't always that way...
Common wisdom -- generally unspoken -- is that sex comes
naturally and what you have and how you use it is what
you're stuck with. There's no thought that sex can be
taught or learned.
Face it. We build our muscles and develop our minds. There
are schools for dance, music, and architecture. There
are gymnasiums and football camps, coaches, instructors,
and teachers of all sorts. But we leave sex to be learned
on the fly, (so to speak), without any expert supervision,
and the job is seldom done well.
Other cultures teach sex in various ways but we shy away
from it. Sad to say, the majority of us learn it poorly,
struggle with it often, and long for a better way.
I've always thought that my tits were just my tits, useless
since I am a male. I had no idea what they were for and
didn't think they would ever amount to much.
I was wrong.
The nipples on a man's chest can be the source of an immense
amount of pleasure. That much I've learned.
A night in a bar where men expose their chests demonstrates
that tits come in all shapes and sizes. What you don't
see is that the variations can be developed. With playful
attention, my own tits have grown in size and as they've
done so, they become a greater source of pleasure.
Leather folk call it TT -- tit torture -- a very deceptive
I remember my fist forays into tit work. Barely out in
the leather scene, I'd put a clothespin on each nipple
just to see what would happen. Invariably, I'd soon take
them off. It was all pain. Well, almost all pain; hidden
in the torture was a heightened sense of arousal and a
bit of pleasure.
With practice I could take the clothespins, and then tit
clamps, for longer periods of time. And with practice
the pain diminished and the pleasure increased. The idea
that an aspect of sexuality can be developed, actually
learned, is important. It points us to a way of being,
a way of looking at things, that affords us greater possibilities.
Yes, we may think that we lack sensitivity in our chest.
Yes, we may shun partners who squeeze our nipples, but
the truth is that many of us can learn not just to tolerate
such activity, but actually to enjoy it.
As I drove home from my friend's house, I could feel my
tits rubbing against my shirt. I ached with a warm glow,
both of pleasure and pain.
Playing with someone else's tits is another sensation.
The pleasure is in the control and in the giving of pleasure.
I see my partner squirm, writhe, as I use his nipples
to dominate him. With his two points of flesh between
my fingers, I take control. He doesn't stop me. He has
already submitted himself to my "handiwork".
He knows that my fingers will bring him to his knees,
bring him to surrender.
I roll his tits between my fingers, feeling, pressing
their flesh. I delight in the pain and pleasure on his
face, his gentle, and not so gentle, moans. He will do
anything to convince me to stop but hopes that I won't.
I have him; he is mine.
Greg, an experienced bottom said, "They just don't
understand what we gain when we submit to their domination."
There is more than control.
Bottoms have submitted, have hoped I'd pinch their tits
for a reason. They want the pleasure. I can give them.
The paradox is that we "sadists" enjoy inflicting
pleasure. We give our submissives what they want: pain,
confinement, humiliation, or domination. We make their
nipples ache so that they feel good.
That "gift" is a significant joy, a real turn
on, to a top. We do what we do for the pleasure we inflict.
We enjoy, vicariously, the pleasure that our bottoms'
tits are producing. We can only sense what's going on.
But our senses tells us they're having one hell of a good
time. We can tell by the glow on their faces, the sighs
in the their voices that they are having fun.
I don't know what makes it a turn on for me. I only know
that a major reward to being a top is the knowledge that
one's bottom is satisfied.
I could continue with ideas about sadism, or stories about
tops who like to have their own tits played with. But
let me leave that for other weeks.
Thanks for reading. I hope your tits feel as good as mine.
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