On Nipple Torment - Beauty in Bondage
In my musings on the dance, I often espouse that “less is more”. With respectful acknowledgement for Shibari Masters, fellow Dominants with a full bag of implements, and owners of private dungeons and devices of torment, I maintain a girl’s largest erogenous zone is between her ears - not her legs. A Dominant creates erotic experiences by understanding his girl’s needs, being creative in the moment, and thereby keeping her forever wondering what might happen in the next turn on the path.
Consider this stunning submission from one of my followers. In this case, the dance may have begun with a takeout Chinese dinner, eaten together in front of a roaring fire in the dead of winter. I might have my submissive at my side on the couch, enjoying quiet time together, and reflecting on the week ahead.
Imagine if I were to pick up a pair of chopsticks and turn them over slowly, examining them in a reflective mood. Imagine the look in my submissive’s eyes as she watches in silence. She knows instantly. The night has taken a dark turn, and the dance has begun.
I speak in a soft, controlled voice - with an inflection she knows all too well.
“Go get me two small rubber bands, girl.”
She returns moments later, With a flushed face and lowered eyes, she hands me the rubber bands and sits silently. I turn to her, and whisper a solitary word in her ear…
Her fingers tremble as her clothes fall away, and she soon sits naked. Her chest rises and falls at a quickened pace, and her breath comes in shorter draws. Her nipples are taut and yearning, yet her posture transmits her understanding. They will not be licked and suckled in this dance.
I remain fully clothed as I watch her hips undulate ever so slightly. She loves to be naked before me while I am clothed. It adds to the sexual tension and it drives home a central concept. She is there at my whim - to be used in any way I see fit - and to please me with the gift of herself.
I wrap the rubber bands around the ends of the chopsticks and turn to her. Working silently and with gentle deliberation, I take each nipple between thumb and finger in succession, and draw them through my devilish device. When I am finished, I whisper in her ear.
“Arms at your side. Don’t move.”
She whimpers and squirms as her extremely sensitive nipples are subjected to my hunger. I sit back and watch my beauty stand to my challenge, illuminated only by the dancing flickers of light given off by the fire. And I wait, watching her give up her body to me and grow more aroused with each passing minute.
Beauty in Bondage. Simple, exotic, decadent beauty. On the fringe of darkness.
© Fringe of Darkness, 2013