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| Looking for like minds and discussion with those who share in my interests and fantasies of harsh tit treatment, punishment, and torture.
I am a masochist and I do enjoy having my tits tied, spanked, whipped, clamped, etc. in my own bedroom. I am not looking to connect with anyone real-time with this profile per se... really just hoping to have hot discussions, share pics, ideas, etc. I can get pretty hot on my own just imagining my own tit torture sessions, but it's always fun to chat with someone.
My fantasies are on what I'd call the extreme side... just because I don't know if I'd ever REALLY do some of these things in real-life. I like it that way though. Extreme fantasies and roleplaying are fun, don't you think?
A taste of what I enjoy follows (and will explain my screen name), and I'll post some of my favorite pics too. If it involves doing something horrific to a woman's soft, tender, breasts that will cause her severe pain and agony... I'm usually into it! I am a size 38D, have a bouncy set of udders with moderate sized dark pink nipples and I am SURE there are plenty of tortuous ideas for them I haven't even thought of.
One my biggest fantasies is to have my tits tied extremely harshly... pulled up and secured to a point overhead, left up on my tip toes and virtually 'hanging' by my tits while my arms are secured behind me. Having my tits pulled up like that, with their larger size, I don't have to 'look down' to see the pair of swollen orbs that now protrude from my chest. You leave me there, having said nothing to me while you placed me into this inescapable bondage except for, "you will hang, and you will find it miserable. That is, until I return and then we will begin your lesson on what REAL misery is," just before you turn and walk out.
I whimper as I try to balance on my toes and avoid pulling even harder on the already tight bondage around them. It doesn't take long for them to pinken, and then start to turn a swollen, darker red. I feel like they might POP if someone were to touch them.
I am unsure if you have been gone a while, or if it has been short... time is irrelevant because my swollen tits are aching for release and have been for what feels like forever. You place a collar around my neck, locking it. You bite into my strained nipples with a pair of clamps that loops through a ring in the front of the collar. They aren't pulled tight, they don't need to be. I howl as you attach each one.
You step away from me now, and just pace in a circle in front of me, occasionally walking behind me. I just stand there, tied, my tits screaming... waiting, for I don't know what. Finally you speak to me.
"You are going to receive a very severe tit treatment today. You are going to experience agony like you never have before and if you are fortunate you will pass out from the pain rather than continuing to endure it. You see your swollen tits right now? Feel those clamps on your nipples? That is only the beginning. That, is how a woman should be kept at ALL times... what you are experiencing right now is what your tits were made for, and now I am going to give you what your fucking tits DESERVE."
I start to sob... I don't know what else to do. My chest is literally on fire and I don't understand the cruely of the torture you've just detailed you are about to subject me to. I don't want to be here, I would give anything!
You unhook the rope keeping me on my toes and my tits pulled up and unclamp my nipples. I let out a sharp scream with the removal of each one. You laugh as you lead me to a wall with multiple attachment points and leather straps hanging from it. You secure me in a spread eagle position, a strap around my wrists, elbows, stomach, thighs and ankles. You place a padded wedge behind my back, between me and the wall, my still tied tits protrude even more with my back now forcibly arched. I stand there, tied, naked except for that collar and the binding around my breasts.
You produce a thin cane and I start to cry outwardly now. "Please," I ask, "please." "Please what, you fucking cunt?" you sneer back at me. "Please don't do this to me," I cry and with that you land the first strike across my already deep purple swollen tied tits. I let out a blood curdling scream and continue to cry. You stand there and say nothing, unamused, and waiting for my spectacle to cease.
My cries disipate to whimpers and you start to pace saying, "there is nothing you can say, there is nothing you can do.... but suffer. And believe me, you will suffer. You will reach a point where you will be begging me to rip your tits off... because that is the only thing that will stop the pain. That is the only thing that will save you from this extreme torture of your poor, pathetic, sensitive fucking udders... and it is the only thing that will spare you enduring this torture again. Because you will receive it again, it is your place, it is what you deserve with a set of tits like that."
"I don't understand!" I scream at you.
"You don't have to."
And with that the fucking nightmare starts....
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