Craig Esposito - Katie_s Pain Lesson

Standing bound to the post and spreader bar, Karen looked at the six guys congregated around her. She lowered her eyes to look at her soon to be ringed nipples, which I might add were rock hard and extended, and gave a shutter. Was she, like me so often, having second thoughts?

According to Jason, Karen loved a wicked ass strapping. Did that mean that she was regretting her decision to have her breasts pierced and rings installed? Or was it the avid attention of all gathered that made her shake? I wasn't sure, but she didn't voice any objection when her Thomas held up a golden ring hanging from each of his first fingers for her to see.

The gutsy bitch actually smiled.

Well, so much for her not wanting it to happen, I thought as she gave her tits a shake as if to wake them up for the upcoming event. I could hear the guys talking to her, knew that they were giving her her last chance to stop what was planned. I couldn't catch their words, but I did see her nod her head as if agreeing for the final time that rings were to placed in her nipples.

My pussy was a sopping swamp as I strained against my bonds. I could feel them cutting into me but they mattered not at all. I was too excited about what was to happen across the room to care about something so normal as bonds encasing me. They felt good stimulating me and I knew that before the night was over I would be in a similar position as Karen and wanted to note how it was to be done. I had some marks still remaining from the previous caning but nothing worth noting.

Would I turn chicken again when it was my turn?

Would I cry off? Or take it in stride like I wanted to do?

Karen had no such doubts. She had spoken true when she had informed that she had waited too long for nipple rings. She stood shoulders back, back arched, tits forward as if daring the men to do what they were going to do. There wasn't anyone who didn't notice her hard nipples. They stood full and proud on the ends of her thrust forward breasts as Thomas took a cotton ball and swabbed them with alcohol.

They got even harder as the alcohol caused her to shiver as it dried on her boobies. Even I could smell the odor of rubbing alcohol fill my nose as I leaned even more into my ropes and chains. My pussy squished against the seat of the chair as Barry and Jason each held a long, fat needle in their hands and gave Karen a smile.

Stan's and Johnny's hands grabbed full tits and squeezed, forcing her nipples way out as Barry and Jason positioned their needles. I heard them count, "One, two, three," and their hands moved, driving in both needles at the same time.

Male bodies were blocking my view but not my ears as Karen's screams echoed around the room. All eyes were fastened on her and when the men stood back it was there.

There was a needle bisecting each throbbing nipple. I could literally see them throbbing with each shallow breath Karen took. But when she lowered her eyes to her chest, she smiled. A smile of proud ownership as Thomas took several pictures of them in her for a visual reminder of what she had endured.

Setting camera aside, Thomas again took possession of the rings and one after the other slid them through the openings the needles had made and clipped them shut.

Karen had her nipple rings. The light reflected off them causing them to sparkle as she gave an audible sigh of… relief? satisfaction? I don't know, but I'm sure she was glad that it was over. After some time to allow for healing, she had her entire life to experiment with them. And if what I had seen with the other rings over the night was any indication, she would have hours, years, of stimulating attention paid to them.

Her first attention to them was Thomas' mouth. Her husband took them gently into his mouth. I could tell it was gentle. I could hear her moans and his sucking sounds. I also noted her pussy creaming even more as she arched into him for all she was worth. Other hands that had caused her pain just moments before were tenderly caressing her arched body. Over hips, into leaking slot, over legs and puffing belly they ran. Noting harsh. Noting harmful, just loving attention from them all as she strained and came yet again at their actions.

I remembered the way Jason had licked my clit between strap strokes when he installed my clit ring and I came to the conclusion that whenever rings were installed all concerned made sure that the recipient received the ultimate in care. All of us gals in the room may want and even need harsh treatment but there are times when gentle is appreciated. Ring installation is one of those times.

I no longer had any doubts about my own nipples being pierced and having rings installed. None of those gathered were monsters. They truly cared for their partners and the others. It was really an odd revelation to understand, but it was true.

What followed was a masterpiece as one or two at a time the guys flicked Karen as she stood fastened to her post. Each was careful and caring, making sure that Karen reached fulfillment with each. One or two were always at her newly ringed breasts, sucking gently, tugging enough to stimulate but not harm them as she went from one to the next climax.

Thomas was the last to insert in her and when he pulled away he went and got a metal stand and placed it between her legs. At first I didn't understand the significance of it. But when he attached a fat, vibrating dildo to the end and inserted it up her well flicked cunt, I sure as hell did.

For the rest of the night Karen stood there, a vibrating dildo up her cunt, making her come about every fifteen minutes or so as occasionally one guy would walk by and caress her new rings. I don't know how many times she came, but it was a very substantial amount before the night concluded and a very tired group ascended the stairs.

I'll report on Johnny and Susan next.

Gone was the fighting spitfire of earlier. Johnny walked over to where he had left her chained to one of the wall brackets, her back pressed against the stone wall. As he approached her I couldn't help but notice that his cock was definitely revitalizing the closer he got to her. Hands reached out and took hold of her ringed breasts and played with them, causing them to form all sorts of odd shapes. It was equally obvious that he was causing no pain at all.

I remembered that she didn't like harsh treatment to them, nor to her pussy. I also had no trouble recalling her request for the night was more weights attached to her nipple rings, a hot ass and a good old fashioned buggering. Her favorite. It seemed that Johnny was more than willing to do as she wanted.

I had yet to feel any weights hanging from my one and only ring in my clit. But I sure as hell had seen a good demonstration of just how they could be used, starting with Betsy and later with Maggie. And as Johnny played with Susan's I could hardly wait for mine, all of them, to be healed and ready for action.

Susan's tits were quite aroused before Johnny strolled over and selected his weapon for her to get her hot ass. Jesus! That was to be a certainty when I saw him take down a five foot flexible whip that one would imagine being used as a buggy whip in days gone by. Susan was no buggy horse but she did smile at his selection as with a twist of her body she stuck her ass out as she crossed her arms over her head in her chains. The cocky bitch was itching for her whipping.

Legs spread for stability and an easier target, hands to elbows pressed into the stone wall, Susan tipped her ass back and turned her head to look over her shoulder as the whip whistled through the air at her offered ass.

A swishing, snapping sound rocked through the room, followed by a deep gut groan from Susan as dear Johnny drew back for another stroke. The next one sounded just as delicious to my ears but by the time he had applied number twelve I had an added distraction. A distraction in the form Jason playing catch-a-boob. My boob to be exact.