These boobs may be on my body, but they belong to Master. He loves to play with them, tease my nipples, then inflict pain and torture on them. My boobs are the worst area for him to torture me, I’ve very sensitive nipples so the tiniest flick, nip, slap or twist makes me spiral in misery and anguish. I hate them being touched and would be one reason when I would shout out that word, the safe word, to stop. It amuses Master when he sees me writhing about in pain, when he sees in that milisecond of anger flicker in my eyes, when in that second I hate him for giving me this pain, but knowing pain is what I want, just not boob pain. And that’s why he enjoys it so much. They are his tits, he can do what he wants to them and I will accept his touch gracefully because he is my Master, I love him, I want his touch, I want the pain, I am his slave, I am his submissive .

Friday is Boobday.


My first turn doing Every Friday is Boobday.

I’ve never really liked my boobs, they’re not sensitive to touch,  I don’t feel my pussy throb if Master touches my nipples, and my milk never came after giving birth to our son, so I’m convinced my boobs are pretty dead to normal sensations, though Master has always liked them.