Nipples Jubilee by Matt Nicholson

Nipples Jubilee
By Matt Nicholson
     
    Nipples Jubilee
     
    Published by Darker Pleasures at
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    Copyright 2012 Matt Nicholson. All rights
reserved.
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    Smashword Edition, License Notes
     
    This work contains graphic language and
sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and
semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended
for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under
eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters places and incidents are products of the authors’
imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce
or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form
whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at
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    Zoey hung by her wrists from thick, steel
chains. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail so it
wouldn’t get in the way. As always, it tickled the middle of her
back. The widest of their spreader bars pushed her legs apart. The
breeze from the ceiling fan teased her naked, wet folds, chilled
her bare bottom and added to the excitement that drew her nipples
tight.
    In earlier days, her shoulders would have
felt half-pulled from their sockets by now, and her wide-splayed
hips would have ached. She might have already started quietly
chanting her mantra, the loving phrase she’d made up about her
Master that helped her through the more difficult punishments. But
he had long since conditioned her to be more tolerant of such
things, as he had with most of the rest of his torments. Not only
had he trained her to persevere through, and even enjoy the
torture, he had also taught her to accept being shared with others.
So her unease had nothing to do with the men knocking at the
door.
    What it did have to do with was what the
night had in store, and whether or not her conditioning had made
her ready. The furniture and tools were in place and the fire was
burning. It was almost time. She shivered from both fear and
excitement. If she was right, tonight Zoey would finally give her
Master his fondest dream.
    He’d found her two years earlier. Though
she’d claimed to want to be submissive, she’d been defiant and
untrained. He had taken her in and slowly trained her, breaking her
in a step at a time until she was his perfect pet, his toy, his
slave. She had long since come to believe that the pleasure he got
from using her was worth more than anything was. In fact, she
honestly believed her enjoyment of what he did went beyond his.
    Though he often spanked her, and wasn’t at
all beyond treating her pussy to his special brand of pain, he was
particularly fond of her breasts. He spent most of his time on
them. There were few punishments they hadn’t seen. But, though he
was often his most brutal when her breasts were at stake, he could
also be his most gentle and vulnerable. Their most intimate moments
came when, after a particularly trying day, he pillowed his face in
an upper curve and worked his way from a gentle sucking to
wonderfully painful, flesh-bruising bites. She knew he held back.
She longed for him not to.
     
    But, whether he was being vicious or not,
just the thought of him ravishing her nipples with his teeth when,
after hours of playing and torment he finally gave her the honor of
sex with him, made her wet.
    Besides Zoey and his fetish for her breasts,
her Master’s dungeon was his passion. It was his only escape from
the brutal reality of his daily struggles. Here, he had total
control. He enjoyed the power of deciding what pain and what
pleasure she received as much as he enjoyed taking her when he was
done, if not more so. His dungeon and its delights were probably
the only reason he hadn't given up on society entirely.
    Having been laid off from his job, many of
his bills