Nipple Slut Peggy Sanford

This is a tale of the best humiliation-pain-cum slut I have ever met.. Her name is Peggy Sanford, and she is by far the most willing little bitch it has been my pleasure to use.

We met on the net, and soon enough I had her under my thumb. Peggy came to me dressed as instructed: in mini, heels, garter belt and stockings (barely covered by the skirt) and a tight, thin top. As I let her in the door, I instruct her to turn so I can inspect her body. My hands go to her tits, squeezing them and caressing her nipples through the thin cloth of her top. This action causes her to orgasm almost at once. Yes, Peggy is nipple orgasmic, the most responsive and hungry nipples I have ever seen. Mere pinches, in the right setting, can get her off.

“Well, Mrs. Sanford, not bad”, I sneer, and lead her by her distended nipple to the center of the room. I move behind her and raise the hem of the mini, verifying that she is indeed panty-less. A quick pinch on her thigh reminds her to spread her legs, and my fingers reach in to caress her horny little snatch, finding the juices of her latest orgasm there. I rub those lips and insert two fingers into her sopping twat, then bring them to her face. “Clean me off” I snarl, and she greedily sucks those fingers, tasting herself, her hornieness, her humiliation, as she strives mightily to clean me of all traces of her sluttish behavior. At last I am satisfied, and wipe the saliva on her blouse, taking care to rub her nipples in the process.

“Kneel!” She drops to her knees, careful to keep her back straight and her knees at least 12” apart, as she knows that to keep them together brings punishment.

“What shall I do with my toy today?” I wonder out loud, as I circle her, watching for any signs of resistance. Of course, there is none, because she is here of her own free will, wanting, needing, craving the humiliation and attention I can give her, fulfilling the desires she cannot have fulfilled at home.

I stop in front of her, my crotch at eye level. Roughly, I grab Peggys’ head and force it into my crotch, just holding her there, letting her feel the heat and power of my cock as I contemplate her treatment. She tries to work me with her sluttish mouth, but a few quick, stinging slaps to her face correct that action. She sobs, realizing that she did not have permission to pleasure me as of yet. I grab her hair and pull her head back to look into her eyes. “Soon enough, little whore” I tell her, then shove her face back into position.

As I stand there, Peggy kneeling at my feet, face pressed into my crotch, I plan the nights’ activities. I reach over to the bag on the table and pull out a few assorted items, then shove her away from me, telling her to strip in preparation for her ordeal.

Mrs. Sanford starts to stand, but I tell her that she does not have permission to stand, to strip from her knees. She stares at me, and then complies. First, the top, pulling it off over her head, releasing those 35C’s to my view, those sensitive nipples swollen with lust. Then the mini. She unzips the side zipper, and struggles to remove it, dropping it to the floor at her knees, and moving first one, then the other knee as she wriggles to get it off over the heels. As she reaches for the garter belt, I tell her to leave it on, it frames her slatternly pussy very nicely, and the hose point the way there very well. Peggy remains kneeling as I reach down and grab both nipples and pull them up, up, up as I twist, eliciting sobs, moans, and cries of delight as she falls into yet another orgasm.

My god, Peggy is really responsive to this treatment. It is almost too easy pulling orgasms from her. I release those stretched nipples, and watch as her tits bounce, then slap her face again, left, right, left, right, and tell her that since she did not have permission for that orgasm, the next one will be a long time coming. She drops her head and sighs, knowing the lengths to which I can take her.

“Stand!” Quickly, Peggy rises to her feet, careful to place them 12” apart, hands behind her back, head bowed. I walk behind, gazing at her ass and smiling at what is in store for her there. 2 quick swats with an open palm give her just a little rosy glow, and test her resolve in not moving. Not wanting to control myself, I grab those cheeks and knead them, squeezing and caressing them and watching them move under my hands. Then I spread them and place my thumbs on either side of Mrs. Sanfords private place, that little wrinkled rosette of an asshole, revealing it to my eyes. I tap it with a forefinger, and she gasps. “Ah yes, bitch, this is in for a treat tonight” I release her ass and move around to her front, and raise her head to look into her eyes. “Well, Peggy, are you ready to go to new depths of degradation tonight?” She nods eagerly, almost too eagerly, and I slap her tits back and forth to quiet her down. “In my own time, at my own pace” I remind her, and she sobs and nods. Just to verify, I reach between her legs to feel the wetness there, and smile. This treatment is exactly what she needs.

She doesn’t like the blindfold I place over her eyes, cutting off all visual clues as to what is about to happen. This makes the random slaps, pinches, and tweaks of her tits and nipples all the more stimulating to her, and soon she is dripping again, wanting badly to come, but kept just at the edge by my expert manipulation. “I told you the next one would be a long time coming” I laugh, as I dip my fingers once more into that juicy twat, stroking once, twice, three times, just enough to start her hips moving, but not enough to give her relief. She feels one hand squeezing her ass as I move around her towards the equipment table.

The collar going around her neck is a new experience for her, but this is a collar to be used, not just an “ownership statement”. Stiff, two inches tall, and with rings on either side, its purpose will soon be revealed. I remove Peggys’ blindfold to show her the next step: hoop earrings with a twist, The spring clamps have a little screw attached, and when I place them on her ears, she feels the screw tighten to secure the clamps there. Painful, but the need is soon apparent.

The next little item I place into her view is a pair of chains with a clover clamp on one end and alligator clip on the other. Her ever-erect nipples receive the clovers readily, and I make sure to place them so they point out to the sides of her body. Then I run the other ends of the chains through the D-rings of the collar and up through the earrings, then pull them down to apply tension to those nips. This has the dual effect of pulling the clamps upright (turning them 90 degrees) and of course tightening them on those nips. The gasps and then screams as the chains pull up are music to my ears, and the tears that fall from her eyes make me even more determined to use this slut hard, to give her the pain and humiliation she wants, needs, and deserves. I pull a little tighter, then clamp the alligator clips to the chain, holding them in place, the tension on her stretched, aching nipples unrelenting.

“Interesting sensations, no?” I ask, and she begins to turn her head to look at me. When she does, of course, that pulls one side of the chain even tighter, and she howls in agony. She realizes that she must keep her head still to, if not ease, at least not increase, the pain. I make this difficult for her as I circle, and her desire to keep me in visual range almost, but not quite, overcomes her desire to keep her head still. Because of this, she never sees the belt I produce until I have it wrapped around her hips. She hears the D rings jangling and wonders what I have planned next.

Another pair of chains, and soon enough she feels the clovers on her glistening cunt-lips. They slip off those wet lips once or twice, and I am forced to keep tension on them as I run the chains through the D-rings then clip them in place. This pulls those lips apart, making such an inviting target that I choose not to delay, but pinch, rub, and circle that erect little clit until she is humping those hips despite the pain of her pulled-apart pussy lips. Her moans and gasps of desire are delightful to hear, and I almost relent, but with one final tweak of that horny little bud, I remove my hands to leave her once again hot, horny, and frustrated. “Not yet”, I chuckle, and slap her ass as I walk back to the table for the next toy.

As I stand contemplating the toys arrayed there, I have another thought. “Well, Peggy, I might just have you get dressed and take you for a walk in the mall” I say, and her eyes pop open wide with fear. I chuckle under my breath as I imagine her walking down the halls in the mall, those cunt-clamps pinching with every step, and those nipple chains attached to her earrings and disappearing into her blouse visible to all who choose to look. Peggy would be unable to turn her head without causing herself wonderfully hurtful sensations on those sooooo sensitive nipples, and the moans, groans, and sobs would draw states from all around her. I smile as I picture Mrs. Sanford, prim, proper housewife, writhing in orgasm as I pinch those nipples in front of the jewelry store, or shuddering in release and falling to her knees at the window display of shoes.

I shake my head to clear those images as I look into her eyes. The fear there is mixed with anticipation and lust, and, just for a moment, I consider doing what she so obviously needs. I decide to keep her with me, though, and move on to the next step.

She gasps as she sees what I have picked up from the table. Just a simple toothbrush, how bad can it be? “I think I’ll introduce you to some new exercises” I whisper in her ear, “and I want you to do these every night when I am not with you”. She watches in fascination as the toothbrush descends onto the very tip of her clamped, distended, sore nipple. “One, two, three, four” I count, as I stroke ever so lightly with those soft bristles, just touching the tip, causing that nipple to extend even more, expanding in the clamp, eliciting gasps, moans and groans of pleasure. Then, the other one. “One, two, three, four”, I count again, and watch Peggys face as her eyes roll back into her head and she approaches another nipple orgasm.

A harsh slap on her open pussy brings her back from the edge. “No, no, not yet” I sneer, and she slumps in frustration. “You have a lot more exercises to do” With that, I lower the brush to her twat, and tell her that she must take 24 strokes with it on her clit and NOT come. I delight in watching her face as I begin. The determination she displays during the first few strokes is soon replaced by a fear that she will not be able to hold back. As I reach 15 (counting in her ear) Peggy starts to shudder. At 20, her wanton hips are bucking, thrusting, striving to get just that little bit more pressure that will send her into that place she so avidly seeks. “Control, little slut, control” I whisper, as the last four strokes bring her again almost, but not quite, over the edge. As I remove the brush, my fingers slam into her gushing cunt twice, just to soothe the ache there. “You’ve almost earned it, bitch, just a little more”. Peggy sighs in frustration, and stamps her foot angrily. That makes my next step easy to choose.

“Forgot your place, did you? Well, I have just the thing to remind you”. I grab the tit chains and pull her over to the table, then shove her face down onto it. Peggy wonders what I am doing as I release the alligator clips holding the cunt chains to her belt so they dangle freely. She gets a glimmer of an idea as I kick her legs apart, so they are spread about 18 inches. She gets an inkling as I stretch the chains down and tape them to her thighs. When I yank her legs apart 36” and attach the spreader bar, she knows what I have in mind, as the pussy clamps pull painfully, and she must stay very still to ease that hurt.

“Remember, performance, obedience, access” I tell her. “And no resistance”. With that, the first blow of the 2” wide, 12:” long leather strap descends on her pulled apart ass cheeks, and she howls at the feeling. Peggy starts to move her head, but the “reminder” chains do their job, and she strains to hold her head still. As the strap continues its work, she is unable to hold still, and the cunt clamps pinch, pull and press into those lips as her hips sway back and forth in a vain attempt to escape the blows. I stop for a moment, put my hand on her hot, red ass cheeks to squeeze them, and whisper in her ear “How many is that?” Her startled response tells me that she has no idea. I shake my head in disgust with this slut, and tell her that she must take 24, and to count each one, thank me, and ask for another. Sobbing, Mrs. Sanford nods her head in agreement, of course causing those clamps to pull those oh-so-hurting nipples yet again.

Smack! “One, thank you, may I please have another?” Smack! “Two, thank you, may I please have another?” Smack! “Three, thank you, may I please have another?” We go on this way for a dozen, and I pause. Peggy starts to turn her head to look at me, but those damnable chains remind her to hold position. Quietly, tears running down her face, she swears that she has learned her lesson, that she will never show defiance like that again, and asks if there is anything she can do to forgo the other 12 strokes.

I ask her what she is offering, and Peggy says: “I’ll suck your cock. I’ll lick the shaft, mouth your balls, take you deep into my throat and suckle you. I’ll hold my head still while you skull-fuck me, and I’ll swallow every drop, and lick all around begging for more”. Well, since I was planning that anyway, that is no incentive to stop. Then Peggy tries something else. “You can have my ass any way you want. I’ll bend over and spread myself for you. I’ll hold my asshole splayed wide opened for your approval. I’ll stretch my cheeks wide so you can do whatever you want. . You can spank me, strap my asshole, shove your fingers in there, rape me with a dildo, slam your beautiful cock in and out, come all over my cheeks, or in me if you want to, and I’ll love the feel of your come dripping out of my well-used ass. Or, you can finish in my mouth and I’ll lick you clean”. Since that was also in the game plan, again, no sale.

Finally, Peggy offers to put on a show for me, any show of my choosing, and I think for a moment and ask her to verify that she will do anything I want in this show. She agrees to anything, just please, no more strapping. Since she begged so nicely, and her ass IS very red, I agree. I tell her to stand still while I un-tape the chains, and I help her to stand upright, cunt chains dangling. When I bend to release the spreader bar, I am almost overcome by the smell of her pussy juices running down her legs. Sweet nectar, indeed. I run my fingers in those rivulets, and again tell her to lick me clean. Peggy tastes herself willingly, showing her not-inconsiderable oral skill, and I smile as I consider what I will have her do next.

In preparation to be entertained, I move to remove the cunt clamps. I look into Peggys eyes as I grasp each clamp, ask her if she is ready, and slowly count to three. On three, I rip the clamps off suddenly, drawing out a howl from her lips. Her hips flail as she tries to find relief from the blood rushing back into those lips, and she tries to rub them, but I grab her hands and tell her to ride it out. Mrs. Sanford nods her head and tears fall like rain as she does, indeed, ride it out. I wait for her to relax, then tell her that the nipple clamps will be removed as part of her show. She starts to nod her understanding, then stops, cognizant of what the reminder chains will do.

I move to my chair and sit, then gesture to her to begin. Her look of confusion amuses me, and I tell her that she must decide what to do. If it pleases me, then she will not have to get the remaining 12 strokes with the strap. If she does NOT please me, I will add another dozen! “Begin” I shout, and the sound startles her out of her confusion, and her hips start to grind.

Ah yes, the classic “bump and grind”. Interesting for a few moments, but soon boring. I reach for the strap, and she shakes her head no (causing a delightful little gasp as the chains pull tight). Then she turns to display her ass to me. I watch, now interested, as she slaps that ass left, right, left, right, until the cheeks are a nice pink color. I feel the first stirrings in my prick.

Peggy then turns again, so she is facing me, and reaches up to those nipples. I see the toothbrush in her hand, and hear her say “Is this how you want me to exercise?” I watch with more interest as she brushes those nipples, first left, then right, until they are even more erect and swollen than I have ever seen. This increases my interest. I wonder how she will remove those clamps now. Her hands move to the alligator clips, and I realize that my question will soon be answered.

The release of tension from the alligator clips causes the chains to fall, and the clovers to return to their horizontal position. The attendant bouncing and twisting of the nipples draw a little scream from Peggys throat, and she realizes this is but a precursor of the sensations she will soon be feeling. Bravely, she reaches up for them, and I tell her to count, and to be sure to drop her hands to her sides when she pulls the clovers loose. Gulping, she nods assent and I hear “One, two, three” and listen for the screams. I am not disappointed, though I am proud as I see her hands steadfastly held to her sides. She drinks in the pain like she will soon be drinking my come. It is a beautiful sight, to see her take this for me, and I admire her courage as much as I enjoy giving her the pain.

“Continue, bitch” I snap, and she shakes herself to get ready. The look in her eyes begs me for instruction, so I tell her to display that needy cunt for me. Peggy spreads her legs, pushes her hips forward, and thrusts her pussy out to show me the wet lips there. ”Spread it” I snarl, and her hands fly down to pull her lips apart to show me her inner sanctum . So wet, so hot, so needy, and as of yet so unsatisfied. “You may rub that clit, but remember, no orgasms without permission”. Peggy starts to rub, circling it, stroking it, even pinching it, all the while whining, moaning and sobbing. I watch her bring herself to the edge, then back down, over and over. She is learning to be my little slut all right. She keeps here eyes on mine (as much as possible) as if to say, “please, please let me come” but of course I am not ready yet. I will hear her beg before this night is over.

I observe her bring herself once more to the edge, and then shout “Stop!” Startled out of her rhythm, she does so, and I congratulate her. “Good job, your show is almost halfway over” I tell her, and she slumps down in frustration. “I know your greedy little twat is ready, but how about those luscious nipples? Pay them some attention”

Peggy stares at me for a moment, then her hands each up ever so slowly to those tormented, swollen, and hyper-sensitive nipples, just recently released from the clutches of the clovers. She starts to stroke them with her fingertips and they react at once, elongating to over one inch. She pinches them, and her knees buckle as she strains not to come without permission. Twists brings gasps of pleasure, and when she stretches them out, I think she is going to lose control, but she somehow manages to maintain. I watch with respect as she runs the gamut of pinches, tweaks, twists and pulls, and all the while I am getting harder and more ready to take her. At last I tell her to stop and crawl over to me. Gratefully, she drops to her knees and makes the trip.

When she reaches my feet, I nod my head as I open my legs, and her hands virtually fly to my zipper, longing to release my now rock hard dick. “Easy, slut, easy” I chuckle, and she pulls it our reverently. “Now show me how well you suck cock. You talk a good game, lets see you deliver” Gulping and nodding, she starts with just a feathery lick of her tongue along the shaft. After a few strokes like this, she bends to take my heavy, cum- laden nut sac into her mouth. Some light suction, then back to the shaft, this time flattening her tongue and caressing the whole length. I admit that I groaned then, and she smiled up at me, looking for approval.