Breast orgasm ever

Last night I had the pleasure of conversing on the phone with a young (female) submissive. She had mentioned to me that she had come in to position of some new toys. This was rather fortunate on her part as only a couple of days prior, we were discussing the use of house hold objects in kinky ways as she did not have much of a sex toy collection; and then pop! Now she has a nice small collection of sex toys to use. Among those toys was a pair of nipple clamps which were linked together by a thin chain.  As the conversation progressed I coaxed her into stimulating her breasts.

This begins by asking her to close her eyes and to keep them close until otherwise directed. Doing this allows for two things:

1. It coaxes her in to focus on the sound of my voice as I give instructions.

2. As she focuses on the sound of my voice, she enters a relaxed mental state.

This causes her body to relax, as she is relaxed her mind is becomes engaged in visualization. Because her vision has been disabled (I can’t think of a better term at the moment), her other senses become more acute which results in her body becoming more sensitive to stimulation it receives through the instructions I give.

I find it best to always begin stimulation using the submissive’s fingernails and finger tips in the area of the nipples and aureoles to start with. While I’m giving instructions to her, I too have my eyes closed as I am visualizing what she is doing to herself under my instruction. As her finger nails and finger tips begin to explore her nipples and aureoles, pinching them, pulling them and caressing them, her breathing starts to become labored as soft moans escape her lips, but not my notice. In fact I’m listening intently to her as what I hear allows me to direct what will happen next.

In my mind can I see her body squirming and writhing to keep still, the image is vivid and becomes more intense as her soft moans become slightly louder as she tweaks her nipples at my suggestion. Every now and then I ask her to “talk to me” a way for me to know what she’s feeling as she describes how her body and mind are reacting. I praise her for doing so well, for being so willing, of course if she did not have some trust in me she would not have allowed herself to be coxed into doing this by me.

As time progressed her hands were were gliding all over her breasts, her hips had been moving in rhythm and her breathing become deep. I could tell she was completely focused on the sensations that she was feeling, she confirmed this when asked directly. I couldn’t accurately described how pleased, how thrilled I was to hear sound of her voice as moans escape her lips, to picture her body moving on its own; her eyes closed, her lips parted and her chest heaving. While I wished I could be there to do this in person, I knew that what I was doing with my instruction was bringing her a pleasure she had not experienced up to that point.

The time had come to use her nipple clamps which she had near by. I could hear her gasp and wince as each clamp was applied, as she commented on how sensitive her nipples were. She would then pull, tug and twist them each time letting out a gasp or moan of pleasure. I had her pull strait up has high as her flesh would allow before giving her the command to twist and tug in several directions. It is at this point where her breathing becomes quicker and her response to questions lags slightly as her mind and body are on a sensory high. Soon she is caressing and lifting her breasts, pulling them back as far as the chains connecting the clamps would allow, a high gasp told me she she was close to her threshold.  In my mind’s eye I could see her body arching backward as her hands are clasped  on each of her breasts, pressing into her flesh with her fingers, pushing and squeezing them together.

I gave the word and she came.

To hear her climax in quick gasping breaths, to hear her moan loudly into my ear as waves of pleasure erupted from within her pleased me greatly. After catching her breath she told me that she had never experienced an orgasm like this before, that it was different from anything she experienced before.

Its such a thrill when I have the chance to provide an experience that both positive and exhilarating .  Its something I hope to continue to do for as long a I am apart of world that is BDSM.

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  1. Pam

    I really enjoyed reading this story. Though I do not follow this life, I am curious by it. However, this story brings to mind a memory for me of exactly how sensitive a womans breast can be. One afternoon I had visited a friend who I share intimate moments with on occasion when a need prevails and time allows. This particular afternoon was one of our first encounters in years. I laid down across the middle of his bed talking and still fully clothed. He moved the pillows aside and sat down. He reached down and started to caress my breasts. It felt so good. He unbottons my blouse. I sit up, remove my blouse and he removes my bra. I lay back down and when his warm hand reaches down and I feel his touch skin on skin I took in a deep breath. He made the statement that he had forgot how sensitive my breasts were. He reached in to his night stand and pulled out a bottle of lavendar massage oil. He began massaging my breasts switching back and forth between soft, gentle caresses to rough, hard squeezes. Softly pinching nipples to roughlty twisting them. I had never felt such sensations run through my body. He brought me to orgasm just by massaging my breasts.

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