I’d seen these little bastards before, two years ago with an American Mistress. She’d made me keep them on my nipples for 10 seconds the first time, let me recover then replaced them for 20 seconds. So when Elita produced the new toys she had promised me, I instantly lost control of my heart rate and my breathing, as adrenaline surged through my body.
It is hard to describe the sensation these nipple torture devices create. It’s instant, it’s extreme and it’s very hard to overcome.
However, what I can say is they provide the most direct route to subspace imaginable. The journey on which they sent me formed the culmination of sixty minutes of extreme sensual masochism that is still with me now. You can read about it here.
More, perhaps less extreme, sin here: