Jamie, a woman somewhat frumpy shoulder length brown hair, warm brown eyes. A mother, and wife whom I got to know over several months. I was just getting out of a bad marriage, and she was having issues in hers. So we commiserated me and my divorce, her and her job's unbelievable emotional stresses. Truthfully aside from her cute smile, I'm not sure I'd have noticed her at first. I'd run into her at the office, helped her with a few things. Then just saw her around, we ended up chatting about my divorce, and her issues.
My divorce was a nightmare as my ex had a lot of mental issues, and things she put me and my children through. Jamie helped talk me through some of it, and not lashing out at my ex. That and reminding me to keep my cool and handle things carefully and with restraint. It was unbelievably helpful to me, the amount of comfort and concern as I went through things.
Jamie meanwhile dealt with her own daemons. Her marriage was a bit of a mess, her husband wasn't paying attention to her. Or helping her with her emotional or sexual needs. He routinely recognized their was a problem then would walk off to get drunk with his friends. She dealt with a lot of emotional pain daily from her job, seeing bad things happen to people and helping them where she could. She has a big heart. But with that comes her need for a stress relief.
Jamie is the mom next door, not necessarily the milf. She had her simple features, but really she came off as soccer mom. Shoulder length brown hair, 36B-34-38 maybe 5ft 4in a bit pudgy, but not fat. Light freckles covered her oval face, sparsely on her neck, then seemed to become more pronounced on her shoulders, and back all the way down her ass.
I saw it in her, the desire to redirect the emotional pain she sucked in, and let it out through her own pain and suffering. I brought it up jokingly, that she needed to ask her husband for a spanking to help her get the relief she needed. She laughed along, and said it's happened a few times.. But her husband always avoided it, and any of her real needs. She slowly let out that she had a deep desire for punishment ideally it would have been via her husband. She'd been married for several years, with two kids. And really, he saw sex to be used for procreation, and little else. He saw her desire to be tied up, spanked, choked, and treated roughly as both disgusting and out of the question. He rarely attempted to even appease her needs, the closest he came was when she begged him to use her ass. In the end of it she told me several days later, was barely satisfying as his cock was both small, thin, and he was barely rough enough. The only silver lining was the pain, control, and humiliation she got from him taking her ass with almost no lube.
Her and I kept texting... sometimes verging onto sexting... several times we'd end up talking about some of her fantasies. To be used, be a slave, be punished, relieved of her daily stresses ideally by her husband. Metal cuffs wrists to ankles to collar, naked waiting for her husband, waiting on his every whim. Punished severely for anything out of place, or for a slow response. At night when she'd messed up, have her wear 5" high heels (anything over 3" was never easy for her) a rope around her neck holding her to the wall. A vibe pressed deep inside running high, her cunt duct taped closed, gagged. A combination of dread and excitement of when the tape will get removed with a lot of her cunt hair. Unless she's lucky and the glue on the tape wears off...
Not the most realistic with two kids running around.
Any case our conversations kept getting more interesting... we'd talk about different ways she punished herself sometimes. I'd suggest other ways to punish her tits, spank her own ass. Even a few times taking her hair brush and after masturbating with it, ending only after roughly taking her own ass with it.
After a few months of sexting and teasing intermittently, she ended up having a major blow up with her husband. From what she told me they'd started to have sex, she was on top.. Which was a common occurrence, as he wanted to put as minimal effort in as possible it seemed. While riding him, she grabbed the clamps and put them on her nipples.. She started gushing out of her cunt when she'd put them on, squeezing hard on his cock... They fucked for half a minute or he came really quickly... and proceeded to push her off of him. She started begging him to pull and tug her tits and fuck her till she came. At which point he seemed disgusted by the whole situation, leaving her on the bed. She ended up grabbing her dildo and masturbating on the bed as he walked off grabbed a beer and watched a game.
I recall walking with her to grab a coffee, she'd mentioned earlier in the day that she'd been super stressed and needed to submit. She had two phone meetings later on, and a staff meeting so she couldn't leave for the day. She was a bit nervous and was like I have a fantasy.
"My master would meet me out for lunch, he'd find a safe place. He'd bind my tits, then put heavy clamps on both my nipples. Tease me, then make me go back to work. Forced to walk around with my tits about to spill out of my top. And my hard nipples captured and torturing me till I made it through the day. He'd text me in between meetings and tell me to twist them, give me breaks with the clamps and then have me put them back on."
So I asked if she had those clamps with her, "yeah" she meekly said.
She pulled them from her purse, and put them in my hand.
"Well I can see what I can come up with."
The Starbucks had a family bathroom, as she walked by it. I opened the door and pulled her in, locking the door. I pressed her against the wall..
"Do you want this."
"oh fuck... yes"
Throwing my backpack on the floor, I looked her over. She'd been purposely showing herself off to me. Her knee length skirt she'd pulled up, halfway up her thighs before she'd left her desk. She'd flashed her tits at me several times, dropping her bag at one point and making sure I could look down her loose top.
Her tongue was down my throat in seconds.
She'd worn a white button down top with a deep V sweater, with three of the top buttons undone. I pulled the sweater up to her neck, as I undid the rest of her buttons as I roughly groped her tits. I then removed her bra. Her nipples hard in my hands as I groped them.
"We don't have much time."
I leaned down taking each nipple in my mouth sucking it hard, and then biting it. I slowly released them by grinding them through my teeth. All she could say was oh shit, I'd let me hand wander under her skirt. Pushing her damp panties to the side, and probing her sloppy cunt. She went up on her toes as I roughly bit her nipples, and probed her roughly.
I quickly turned her to face the cold tile wall, telling her to put her hands behind her back. I pressed on her neck forcing her tits against the cold tiles. I pulled the back of her skirt up, and had her hold it up, I pulled her panties down showing her ass off.
"Stay"
Being a bit of a geek and running around with my own stuff for work I had my tech bag with me. She didn't have large breasts, but they were still a large handful. I dug through my bag, finding both zip ties, and a bunch of rubber bands. Her tits weren't that large, and I had several 1/4" wide rubber bands. Zip ties would be harder for her to take off later, or if she had a problem.
I kept a zip tie or two out, and turned her back around. I showed her the two options her eyes bulged a bit at the two options.
"Today you get the rubber bands. The zip ties are for next time maybe it'd be fun to be forced to have your husband cut them off you.", throwing the ties in my bag. (She knew I wouldn't but the idea of it unless it was something we agreed on, but I could tell really got her off.)
I put two rubber bands on my hand, then pulled her left nipple up high stretching it. She went on her toes, gripping her hands behind herself.
"shit..shit..shit......."
"keep quiet.. people are right outside.."
I slid both rubber bands over my hand and down to the base of her left tit. It didn't seem to cinch her tit much at first, so I doubled each rubber band over. Stretching them again over her tit. That did it.
I then repeated on her right tit. She was biting her lip, closed her eyes reveling in the feeling. I then whispered in her ear "are you ready?"
unsure of what I was doing, but keeping her eyes closed I kissed her on her lips. Letting my tongue massage hers, keeping her occupied. I pulled the first clamp from my pocket, opening it wide. I quickly moved it over her left nipple, pressed deep and let go. Her eyes shot open and yelled, as I held her head to me kissing. Her body convulsed and spasmed a little, not letting her go. Holding her tight, her eyes still wide, as she calmed down. I pulled the other clamp from my pocket, this time letting her see it.
Breaking our kiss for a moment, "do you want it."
She closed her eyes, and nodded.
I kissed her, and gently rubbed the edge of the binder clamp on her thick nipple, slowly pressing it in, and gently letting it close on her other nipple.
Looking her in the eyes, I gently toyed with the two clamps. Her nipples turning an angry red from their punishment. I then used the metal loop and pulled it up into the air, exposing the underside of her tit. I bit the underside and sucked as hard as I could for almost two minutes. Then I did the other tit. Leaving her small bite marks on each tit.
I could tell she expected me to release her nipples at least. I just took her bra, threw it in my bag. Buttoned up several of the buttons, and pulled her sweater back down. The rubber bands made her tits swell more out of opening in her top. I'd left another button or two open. And the two metal binder clamps, I could tell stretched her uncomfortably from being pulled down. But under the shirt and sweater it looked like she had nipple piercings poking her shirt.
