He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chiseled, muscular body beneath. A small smile played at the corners of Milane's lips as she watched, an encouraging sign that emboldened him to continue. The knowledge that she was enjoying the view spurred him on; he could sense her appreciation and it thrilled him.
With measured anticipation, he took hold of the nipple clamp and secured it onto his nipple. The cool touch of the metal ignited a shiver that rippled through his body, immediately followed by a sharp pinch that sent reverberating waves of sensation. Concurrently, an unexpected surge of arousal, impossible to define, surged within him, sending tingles down his spine and a pulsating throb of excitement to his groin. He fought off a moan, tilting his head back to suppress the sound's release.
Milane savored the unfolding spectacle. A muscular young man, dutifully adhering to her directives, his chiseled form on full display. The way his lips pressed together, teasingly caught between his teeth as he restrained his moans, added an additional layer of allure to the scene. The unmistakable tightening of his pants – evidence of his mounting desire – intensified the seductive atmosphere. She was well-aware of his ample endowment from their prior session, and the sight quickened her heartbeat just a bit.
A sultry tone laced Milane's words as she spoke, her voice a potent elixir of dominance and desire. "Good... you look incredibly sexy right now, but it's not quite enough. Your naughty nipples deserve more... punishment."
A low, throaty moan escaped Lucas's lips, his voice heavy with a mix of need and anticipation. "Mmmm... what do you want?"
"Tighter, my slave," she purred, the words a tantalizing command. "Let me witness your nipples quiver in exquisite pain."
As if ensnared by her allure, Lucas reached for the screws on the nipple clamp, twisting them slowly. The clamps clamped down with an intensified grip, the stinging sensation mingling with pleasure. The tips of his nipples swelled from the pressure, mirroring the throbbing ache that resonated through his erect penis.
His eyes, an intricate dance of desire and desperation, locked onto hers. A silent plea lingered in his gaze, beseeching her for either release or further instruction – anything that could alleviate the mounting torment that both consumed and excited him.
"No, not enough," she responded, a seductive edge in her voice. "Tighten them more."
With unwavering obedience, Lucas complied, feeling the clamps' grip tighten further. A tidal wave of sensations engulfed him – ecstasy and agony colliding in a symphony that had his body tingling and his arousal throbbing.
Milane watched his reactions closely, attuned to the subtle cues that signaled his rising climax. His pleading eyes locked onto hers, beseeching her for some form of release from the overwhelming sensations coursing through him.
In a gesture of benevolence (after all, he had generously provided her with the funds to choose his gift), she decided to grant him a reprieve, a brief respite from the storm of sensations that had been building.
She issued a command,"remove your pants, show me your desperate penis."
He obeyed her instructions diligently, shedding his pants. Anticipating a similar ending to their previous encounter, he was caught off guard when her intentions took an unexpected turn.
"Notice the strings dangling from the ends of the clamps," she directed.
He nodded expectantly, awaiting his next task.
"Now, take them and bind them around your penis," she ordered.
"Wait, what? I'm not sure they're long enough," he exclaimed.
"Your master's directives aren't up for debate," she asserted firmly.
He sensed that if he didn't comply, she would leave him figuratively and literally hanging. Reluctantly, he hunched forward, minimizing the gap, and secured the strings around his shaft. Despite his efforts, the strings remained too short, tugging his nipples toward his groin.
"Sssss",a sharp intake of breath escaped him, his attempt to alleviate the pain.
"Very well, now, stroke yourself," her mercy order was granted.
He couldn't believe the flashes of pain and pleasure shooting from his chest to his groin. He had never felt so stimulated. Somehow the bite of the clamps sent vibrations directly to his balls. The rhythmic throbbing of his nipples echoed in his arousal, each stroke intensified the pull on his nipples, which in turn escalated his arousal, a never-ending cycle.
"Ah... arghhhhh ahhh!!" Moans of anguish and ecstasy reverberated through the streaming room. Milane, a delighted spectator, sensed a familiar itch deep within her core.
"I might need to tend to my own needs soon," she thought to herself.
As the crescendo of pleasure surged, Lucas could no longer bear the intensity.
"Master, please. May I release?" he implored.
"Yes," her mercy echoed. She too was in need of relief.
He stroked with heightened vigor, until he pulled too forcefully, causing the string to snap and the clamps to detach from his nipples. The sudden rush of blood to his now tender nipples triggered him to cum.
Seeing his vulnerability, coated in his own juices, Milane felt a surge of her own arousal. Desire flowed down her thighs.
Breathing heavily, he uttered, "Thank you, master."
"Can we meet offline during the next session?" he inquired.
Milane's desires were in tandem with his, yearning to feel his touch, his body against hers. Nonetheless, she couldn't concede so effortlessly.
"Yes, under one condition," she stipulated.
His eyes lit up, surprised by her acquiescence. Eagerly, he nodded, eager to learn her stipulation.
"Wear the nipple clamps throughout the entire day tomorrow," she instructed. "And send me photos as proof."
Reality jolted Lucas back to earth. Wearing the clamps all day? To work? The thought of the constant pinch and the potential embarrassment made his stomach churn. Will his nipples survive the day?
"But..." he hesitated.
"No exceptions. This is an order," she emphasized.
"Alright, I'll do it, but we must meet next week," he agreed.
"I always uphold my end of the bargain, and I hope you do the same," Milane assured.
"I will, Master," he pledged.
As Milane was about to bid him goodnight and conclude their session, a realization struck her – she didn't know his name. "Profile no. 1082" felt cumbersome.
After a moment of contemplation, she decided, "Henceforth, I'll bestow upon you the name LU."
Her choice was whimsical, reminding her of her vexing boss, Lucas. The thought of her demanding boss in nipple clamps at work tickled her fancy, sparking her amusement.