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Another little thing I crave... laid out so perfectly by jameslave0069:

"My Master, and Lover, is a specialist it's true.
To prove it I'll show where he's left me black and blue.
He inflicts searing pain and is always quite rough.
I love what he does and will never say 'Enough!'

My large and firm breasts are the target of his desires.
For punishment of my tits, neither of us tires.
My boobs are available for whatever he wants.
He twists my hard nipples to hear my pained grunts.

Paper slips fill a jar, nearly to the brim,
On each is a torment, all of them grim.
I'll dig in my hand and make my selection.
He reads while I watch his growing erection.

What will it be this time I do wonder.
Now my tits are both his to ravage and plunder,
With my arms bound behind and legs roped apart,
Pump gag in my mouth, he's ready to start."...

Is electrical shock to my nipples in store?
That punishment is one that we've done before.
It feels like a sledgehammer pounding my tits.
It drives me insane, like I'm loosing my wits.

Or maybe the skewers stuck through my tit meat?
That's one of his favorites, a true SM treat.
Their points are quite sharp and the pain is like fire,
But it sends my hot need ever higher and higher.

Or will he wrap many loops around them with cord?
They swell and discolor so much! Oh my Lord!
Each tit like a rock, they swell hard and tight.
So much bigger than normal, they are quite a sight.

Or maybe the tit press tightened down flat?
He gets real turned on, I get a kick out of that.
The boards come together; my boobs they are squeezing;
Milk starts to squirt as my nipples he's seizing.

Or will he use big fish hooks, stuck through each nipple,
With strings pulling me taut, 'til muscles do ripple?
Then he'll whip my behind or my tits with his crop
As I try to stand still, 'til the whipping does stop.

Or maybe the clamps he will tightly apply
To stiff nipple buds, and then he might try
To see how much weight he can hang from each clamp.
Just the thought of that one gets my pussy all damp.

Or will he use clothes pins, plastic and wood?
The ones on my nipples really feel good!
He'll cover my tits with innumerous pins,
Then brush them all off as he stands there and grins.

Or maybe hot wax, on my tits, he will drip
'Til they're covered, then go and retrieve his bullwhip.
He stands back and swings, it whistles and cracks,
As it slowly but surely peels off the dried wax.

Or will he use that huge safety pin on me?
To skewer both nipples, how good that would be!
First through the left then he'd have to pull tight
To make the pin reach and pierce through the right.

Or maybe the bed of pins is my fate.
They'll pierce my tit meat, pressed by my weight,
I'm suspended then lowered down onto the bed
Where hundreds of pins make my tits bleed deep red.

My anticipation rises; I'm wet with desire.
My need for his pain grows higher and higher.
Whatever the torment in my heart I do know,
We'll be back to play some more tomorrow.