Her online nipple punishment

She glanced at her phone, a notification blinking. A message from him. Part of her yearned to open it instantly, but another part hesitated. Her mind drifted back to their recent conversations, the ones they'd had online.

She'd spoken of her struggles within her marriage. It was a good marriage. Her husband was a kind man. But he was lacking in one crucial area. She craved a firmer hand, someone to discipline her when needed, someone to punish her when she deserved it.

He'd spoken to her about his experiences with BDSM. About how he could be firm yet tender. About his dominance, his ability to inspire trust and push boundaries together. He told her everything she'd been missing.

For days she'd been pleasuring herself, her mind consumed by the fantasy of his dominance. Last night, she finally begged him to play with her, to make her feel submissive. To take control. He agreed, but cautioned that while online play was exciting, it couldn't compare to the real thing.

She stared at her phone, knowing that once she read the message, there would be no turning back. Either she would follow the instructions, or she would refuse and risk losing him forever. The thought of never chatting with him again makes her sad. Her desire to be dominated had grown stronger with each passing day.

She slowly opened the message and read the subject line. "The Nipple Challenge." Her eyes scanned the rest of the text. The task was simple. Every time she pleasured herself in the coming three days, she had to clip a chip clip onto her nipples. The clips couldn't be removed until she'd reached her climax. To keep her aroused, she'd receive breast play porn videos throughout the day.

She continued reading, her eyes scanning the words that promised a thrilling few days. He’d outlined a plan, one that would heighten her senses. Her nipples would become increasingly sensitive. The tight clothing she would be forced to wear would only intensify the sensation, rubbing against her skin, driving her to the edge of ecstasy.

She needed to break. Breaking meant removing the clips from her nipples before climaxing. She'd have to stop, the anticipation building. When she starts pretty soon again, her nipples are more sensitive than before. Each orgasm required her to push a little further, enduring more pain for greater pleasure.

Soon, nothing would matter but the crescendo of her climax and the exquisite torture of her nipples. Their sensitivity would grow with each passing moment. Whenever she thought of giving up, she would think of him. His words would echo in her mind, a reminder of what true submission meant.

Together, they would cross the threshold of pain, only to discover that pleasure awaited them on the other side. She could message him, every moment of the day. She could beg. She could plead. But he had already warned her, it would be futile.

He demanded proof. Every night before bed, she was to send him a photo of her breasts. He wanted to see her nipples grow more sensitive, more swollen with each passing day. He wanted to see her submission reflected in those images. But as she knew him, he was generous. He would reward her for her obedience. A video of his tribute, played directly onto her tortured chest.

She reread the message over and over. Sitting on her bed, she pondered. Was this what she wanted? As she thought, a thrill began to course through her. Memories of their conversations flooded her mind, intensifying her excitement.

She stood and walked to the kitchen, retrieving two chip clips from a drawer. Back in her room, she opened her toy box and shut the door. Her challenge was about to begin. But first, a photo of her breasts for the master. A before-and-after, to track her progress.