You wake up in the morning with only one thought on your 19 year old mind, will he, will your master text you today? He's insanely sadistic, but exactly the way you like. Everything has been so crazy since you met him. But you yearn for his abuse and his touch. its then that you hear your phone ding.
You grab your phone and open up the text, "I want to hurt you today" is all it says. Immediately your tits begin to throb again and your pussy starts to moisten.
Your nipples seem to take on a life of their own as ripples of pleasure emanate from them, "Yes please" you text back. Adding, "come pick me up," a moment later.
You lay back on your bed and pinch your nipples hard as you start to your rub your pussy furiously. You get yourself on the edge of an orgasm and stop, letting your body come down from the high. You spend the next few minutes edging yourself to orgasm trying to build up your lust and with it, your pain tolerance. You're drenched with pussy juice as your mind races about what he's going to do to you today. You phone dings as a text message comes in, "I'll be there in 5."
You jump up and take the fastest shower of your life, you skip washing your hair and you run to the closet. You want to make this as easy for him as possible, you grab your tiny black bikini top that latches in front and the matching bikini bottoms. Its then that you hear the doorbell ring. You don't even have a chance to put on any makeup when you run to the door. He smiles immediately at you and reaches for your hand. You offer it quickly and he kisses it, "Hello little one."
You can feel the juices drip from your pussy as you smile back. He lets your hand go and he pulls from his pocket two small squares. He holds them up and you see that they're two pieces of sandpaper. You look at him quizzically as he grins, then you realize their purpose as he reaches for the top of your bikini and slides one in over each of your nipples.
You moan as you feel the sandpaper immediately bring a pleasant amount of pain to your tits. He then grabs you by your tits and pulls you in close as he kisses you. You return the kiss as you feel his fingers push into your nipples causing the sandpaper to rub harshly against your nipples. He then grabs your hand and pulls you to his car, opening the door for you.
You get in and you're already quivering with anticipation. Having your tits tortured the last time left your breasts in pain for several days, but was the cause of easily twenty orgasms. You even tried to hurt them yourself but it just didn't have the same appeal. He gets in the car with a grin and pulls out of the driveway, "So what is in store for my little titties today Mister?"
He smirks, "Well first I want to see how big I can make your nipples, then I'm going to do the same with your tits. Of course once we've done that I will have my way with them. Then after that we're going to do what they call tit-hanging where I will also fuck you and, if you're lucky, cum."
Fuck that all sounded so ridiculously painful but your pussy and tits just react with getting wetter and harder. You share some trivial talk for the rest of the ride, sometimes as he casually fondles your tit causing the sandpaper to scrap at your little nipples. The whole time your pussy just gushes until you're sure you're going to leave a wet spot on his seat. Finally, you arrive at his building and he brings you quickly to his room, as if hiding you from the eyes of anyone else. To be fair, you are really young.
Once he gets you inside he immediately pushes you up against a wall and mauls your tits more as he kisses you deeply. You respond by rubbing his cock through his pants and moaning loudly. He then unhooks your bikini and it falls away along with the pieces of sandpaper and he unties the sides of your bikini letting it fall to the floor. You're amazed at the result of the sandpaper, your nipples have doubled their sensitivity and are extremely red. He flicks your nipples with his finger and your legs almost give way underneath you.
He then grabs a hold of each nipple and pulls you with him. He not only pulls you towards him but upwards as well. The pain courses through your nipples and you follow him on your tippy toes trying to alleviate the pain. He pulls you to his kitchen table and motions for you to sit on it. You do and he walks over to a duffle bag and bringsit over to you and plops it on the floor, "Lay face down on the table so that your tits hang off the end."
You comply quickly as he opens up the duffle bag. The position is a little awkward, but you're able to hold your upper body up using your arms on a chair. What it does is pretty sexy though, your B cup tits hang down awaiting his ministrations. He takes a device out of the duffle bag just like the one he used on your tits the last time, only the glass tubes are much smaller. He then takes two little black rubber bands and wraps them around the base of each little glass tube.
Bringing the tubes up to your nipples he turns the little pump on and immediately, you feel your nipples get sucked into the tubes. Pleasure shoots through your tits directly to your pussy, which you're sure is already leaking onto his table. In a moment your nipples are sucked completely into the glass tubes which is about an inch long. He seems excited as he massages your tits. You watch as he holds the glass tube with one hand then pushes the little black rubber band up, off of the glass tube and directly around your nipple. You wince as the rubber band bites into your now elongated nipples.
He repeats the process with your other nipple then turns off the pump and pops the tubes off of your nipples. "Wow that's hot," he says as he puts the machine away. You smile at him as his fingers start to flick your completely misshapen nipples. You moan as he pinches and plays with them, the pleasure is out of this world.
