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She Did It
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She Did It  Her cheek bones ached and screamed loudly at her. She darted into the bathroom and smiled at the face smiling back to her in the mirror. Her hands pushed gently on her beaming red cheeks, still her smile remained. She cupped her face in her hands and shrieked and laughed. She had done it! Where she had once sat safely on her fence of uncertainty and doubt, she now took a leap of faith off that fence and got her feet wet in pool of excitement and the unknown and it felt good. “You are a good girl”, she whispered. “You are a good girl,” she screamed! “You are His good girl,” she smiled, the pain increasing on her face. It was a good pain. It was a pain that reminded her of pleasure. The pleasure of knowing she could be strong enough. A sudden intense twinge of pain shot from her right breast. She barely grazed the harden nipple and winced from the incredible pain. Shadowed by the excitement of her achievements she had completely forgotten the pain she had just endured. Her brown nipples still held the shape of the indentation from the brief<b> torture. </font></b>He had been very detailed in his instructions to her, and she hadn’t overlooked his meticulous attention to detail. She was to first apply an ice cube to each nipple making them very hard and very cold. Despite not being instructed to be naked, she sat without any clothes applying ice cubes to each of her sensitive breasts. The cool ice caused goosebumps to cover her skin and when a cool breeze blew in from the nearby open window her body shivered. Finally satisfied her nipples were sufficiently numb to His liking, she followed his instructions to send him pictures of each frozen nipple as proof her task had been completed.  Following the ice, she was to vigorously rub each nipple dry roughly with a paper towel until each nipple was stinging. Once they were stinging, she was to take a picture of each breast as she had done previously. She did not think she would be able to purposely inflict pain on herself. She sat with her top exposed, paper towel a mere few centimeters from her icicle nipples. Then an emotion she never felt before, flooded her body. Maybe it was determination, maybe it was a desire to see a task carried out to completion, but she felt a need to do this. Exhaling hard, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to feel the sting from the paper towel that now resembled sandpaper more than an absorbent towel. Each stroke of the harsh paper sent a direct jolt of electricity down to her loins and she rubbed her thick thighs against each other as she applied the abrasive rubs to her nipples. Stinging and no longer able to tolerate another stroke across her used nipples, she took pictures again of each breast just as he had instructed.  She clutched the wooden clothespin tightly in the palm of her hand. She was confident of all the tasks he asked her to complete, this was going to be the most difficult. As a test, she pressed down on the handles of the pin and the mouth of the contraption opened wide. She slid her pinky finger in between and slowly allowed the clamp to close tightly on her appendage. Convincing herself that it couldn’t hurt more than the pain she felt in her pinky she removed the pin from her hand and without hesitating, secured it firmly on her nipple. A yelp escaped her lips, her eyes rolled back slightly and she allowed a concentrated breath to leave her body as she tried hard to allow the first wave of pain to subside. It didn’t. With her left hand, she held her phone a few inches from her chest and attempted to take the first of the pics he had requested. Her arm shook without her permission and she reluctantly removed the clothespin and sighed heavily in both relief and disappointment. “Don’t be a pussy,” she scorned herself. “Do it for him. Do it for you,” she encouraged herself. Air sucked through her teeth. She repeated to herself “do it for him” as she convinced herself to feel the sting from the pressure of the clamps on her novice nipples. The pain was excruciating, yet she felt a growing sense of accomplishment the longer she could keep the clamp attached. Not wanting to waste any time, she grabbed her phone and fumbled around to get the camera app operational. Two quick clicks, and she exhaled in relief. Giving the same treatment to her other breast she felt more confident in her abilities and even mustered up the courage to even smile with these clicks from the camera. The sting of her nipples was a constant reminder of what she had just done for Him. Her world sat still as she waited for his reply to the email she had sent him with the pictures of her good deeds. She feared he would not be satisfied with her effort, or worse, would be turned off by her body and efforts he would not talk to her again. All fears were erased when she read his reply. I am so proud of you sweetheart. |
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4/14/2017 8:47 pm |
exactly! the power to serve is intense...
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This is a great example of determination, the eagerness to overcome, and the desire to please. I'd be proud of you for sure!
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4/13/2017 4:38 pm |
This is a great example of determination, the eagerness to overcome, and the desire to please. I'd be proud of you for sure!
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