With the kids staying at friends tonight he’s been a little wild. It may also be because Haley has kept us apart all week. He has been saying some strange shit tonight. We were taking the trash out when he looked up at me as he was tying a trash bag. “There is no crying in BDSM!” I stared at him blankly. What the fuck is he talking about? There is crying in BDSM from pain and pleasure. He starts laughing manically. Is he on something? “You okay?” His arm snakes out and fingers clamp like a vice around my right nipple. Pulling, pinching and twisting all in one. I’m paralyzed. If I move, it could really hurt. Well it already hurts, but the pain sends heat through me straight to my pussy which begins throbbing. When he releases my nipple I smile. I can’t stop it. I walk to the can outside and he grabs one nipple than the other pinching both hard at the same time. I moan with pain or is it pleasure or a mixture of both? “You like that shit don’t you?” “Yes!” “That’s what I thought.”
