"No Torment Too Extreme" and Other Breast BDSM Fantasies

By Matt Nicholson

Four erotic and explicit tales of female bondage, submission, and sadomasochistic torment including:

“No Torment Too Extreme” - Not long after she was old enough to masturbate, Lydia learned some kinds of pain made the pleasure even better. She keeps her longing for sexual torment a secret until the day she moans a little too loudly while playing rough with her breasts in her dad’s shed. Caught by her handsome neighbor, Lydia quickly joins him down a road of pleasure, pain, and submission that will change her life forever.

“Better in Black and Blue” - They’re a young married couple looking for kinky sexual adventure. She wants it rough. He wants to watch. They find the right guy for the job online and sign their contract over a light flogging and hard sex that leaves Jess well-used. But none of them can foresee just how hard Jessica really likes it, or how much better they think her beautiful breasts and bottom look in subtle shades of bruised.

“Tits on the Table” - Candace has a hidden desire for a certain kind of erotic breast torment, one that she’s found hard to ignore. She’s fed her fantasies with masturbation, self-torment and the Marquis deSade’s stories of brutal sex, but she’s way too shy to come out. It isn’t until she finds secret enjoyment someplace unexpected that she decides to act, though she’s never imagined just where that action would lead.

“American Breasts in a Bavarian Castle” - Chelsea has always dreamed of hiking through Europe. Finding board isn’t a problem, though sometimes it takes flashing her tits or spreading her legs. She figures the old castle is no different until her bondage and breast torture is in full swing. Yet even as her torment increases, she finds herself enjoying things she never imagined and realizes the barter isn’t really so one-sided after all.

(This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Apr 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005272531

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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No Torment Too Extreme and Other Breast BDSM Fantasies

Edited By Matt Nicholson

No Torment Too Extreme

By Matt Nicholson and Cherry Lee

Better in Black and Blue

By Matt Nicholson

Tits on the Table

By Matt Nicholson and Jude Mason

American Breasts in a Bavarian Castle

By Matt Nicholson and Lee Ash

Published by Darker Pleasures

Copyright 2021 Darker Pleasures.  All rights reserved.

Cover image by gstockstudio/123RF Stock Photos

Books and Anthologies by Matt Nicholson:

The Breast Punishment Primer

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: Still More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Til Dawn: Even More Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

The Ultimate Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Dozens of Erotic Stories of Breasts and BDSM

Collects all the Beat ‘Em or Bite ‘Em anthologies in one cost-cutting volume!

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: Erotic Stories of Ball Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Again: More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em Some More: Even More Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and CBT

The Ultimate Bust ‘Em or Bite ‘Em: 27 Erotic Stories of Ball-Busting and Hard CBT

Collects all three anthologies, plus three more stories, in one price-saving volume!

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work of fiction contains graphic language and descriptions of consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted are sometimes extreme, and often have a heavy focus on breasts.  This work is meant for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  As a work of fiction, all acts depicted are intended to be fantasy. Neither the author, publisher, nor its associates bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from any attempt to translate said acts to actual settings. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are written as being eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights are reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

NO TORMENT TOO EXTREME

It wasn’t long after Lydia learned how great it felt to masturbate that she figured out how much better it was if she spent time punishing her nipples, too. Over time, the more pain she felt, the quicker she came. Eventually, rubbing her clit became as much a means to prolong her torment as it was a way to feel pleasure.  She didn’t know if it was normal or not.  All she knew was she couldn’t stop doing it.  The pleasure she took from hurting herself was too delightful to surrender.

At first, she did the job by hand, but only at first.  Once her mother’s clothespins caught her eye, her fingers became passé.  The first few moments she had used the wooden pegs, she was disappointed in how lightly they pinched.  But, it took only a few more seconds to figure out how to bend the springs to make them really bite. After that, she eagerly took it to the next level.  When the front halves of her rosy nubs turned purple, she fingered her clit until the intense pain ebbed, then she added a few cruelly modified clothespins to her tight areolas and repeated the fun.

Within the course of a couple of days, she had taken to covering both nubs and every tight wrinkle around them with pegs. By the week’s end, she was even clamping a few around her pussy as well.  Before long, she had trained herself to cum simply by using one hand to brush and pull on the ones tormenting her breasts while doing the same to those between her legs, bringing herself to bliss with just the slightest brush of her clit.

Clothespins were especially great for her bedroom.  She would throw her windows open and soak in the sun, sometimes for hours, while she played.  But, as her addiction grew, she found herself wanting something more, something she could wear hidden underneath her clothes to tease and torment herself for long parts of the day.  For that, she borrowed her father’s binder clips from his desk. 

With a pair slipped over her nipples and covered with a well-padded bra, she lived through her days with that dull ache radiating out from her sensitive nubs.  Invariably the pain would become so insistent she would hide in a bathroom stall, biting her lip to stay quiet as she fingered herself.  Each time, she had to bite back a scream when she pinched the clips off and the blood burned back into her nipples to set her orgasm off.

Those games kept her satisfied for a while. But, as time passed, she wanted even more.  She expanded her self-inflicted tortured beyond her jiggling breasts’ tender tips to include the entire mounds, and she need more things to give them the proper attention.  It didn’t take a genius to guess her father’s back yard tool shed would be filled with all sorts of fun things to try.

It took a couple of weeks for the right combination of nerves and opportunity to present itself. That chance came early one Saturday. Just after everyone else had left for the day, she threw one of her dad’s big flannel shirts on over a skimpy pair of black and white lace underwear. Leaving the plaid top mostly unbuttoned, she delighted in the feel of her bouncing breasts as she ran barefoot to the shed.

Looking around at the incredible stash of tools and gadgets with an eye toward tormenting herself made her feel like a kid in a candy shop.  Ready for a morning of fun, she giggled as she grabbed a yellow workbelt filled with all sorts stuff that could do wonderfully wicked things to her tits.  Imagining the possibilities, she strapped it under the shirt and around her hips.

Getting into the role, she pulled a pair of goggles from inside a pouch and put them on.  Then she grabbed his green, battery-powered drill. She looked at the twisted blade at the end of its wicked-looking bit.  She considered laying her breast down on the workbench and pressing the bit down into it. She imagined it biting into her skin as she pretended to line the bit up on her nipple.

She wasn’t sure if she could take the real agony washing back through her, but she couldn’t help but think she could handle a second or two if she was careful.  As if reading her thoughts, her nipples and areola pulled into tighter and harder targets more worth of being drilled. She started moving toward the workbench.

Lydia popped the last two buttons on the oversized shirt and laid her right breast on the bench. She had just snagged the wrinkles at her nipples base with the sharp steel bit when something better caught her eye. Like bait, the big red vise seemed to call her name. Her dad used it all the time, holding things trapped in its steely grip while he worked on them.

She pictured her soft breasts mashed in its slowly tightening jaws, or her nipples and areolas crushed flat.  She imagined how she would control the pain by taking deep breaths with each turn of the handle, slowly acclimating until she reached her pain threshold.

In her excitement, she set the drill down like a suddenly forgotten toy. She stripped the shirt completely off and tossed it aside like trash.  She stepped up to the vise and started to slip her fingers down her belly into her panties when the workbelt blocked her hand.  Too excited to figure out how to keep playing dress up with her daddy’s carpentry clothes, she unsnapped the belt and dropped it with a thud on the table along with the goggles.  Ready to get serious, she rammed her hand under her panties and between her legs.

Finally ready to play, she leaned forward and let her full, soft breast hang between the cold red jaws.  While slowly stroking her clit with one hand, she tightened the vice with the other.  When her tit bulged around the vise’s crushing jaws and the deep ache started to become more insistent, she tightened it more slowly, while rubbing her pussy harder.

She timed her pleasuring with the growing pain. When it felt like her breast might burst through its bulging tip, she added another quarter turn and started fingering herself with a vengeance.  The closer she came to cumming, the more she squirmed.  The movement added to the pain, which only made the pleasure more delightful.  When she hit the point of no return, she slapped her free hand across the vise’s handle. Her climax erupted with the sudden rush of pain.

Her orgasm was long and intense. It left her legs so weak she had to hold herself up with her arms. When she finally set her breast free, deep, dirty smears marred it’s crushed base where the jaws had bitten hardest.  But the marks weren’t completely grease and soil.  There were bruises, too. They were her first.

The lingering pain and the idea that she had finally left real marks turned her on even more.  She leaned over the vise again.  This time she pushed her breasts together so both their tips hung between its maw.

It took some doing, but she eventually trapped just her stiff nipples and thick areolas in the flat metal jaws’ unrelenting grasp.  As she turned the vise’s handle and flattened the trapped flesh, the pain became more intense. It was sharper than the previous ache, but just as delightful.  Another couple of turns left both tips anchored by a couple of inches of smashed, screaming, pain.  By the time she finally started more desperate masturbating, tears welled up in her eyes.

While the pleasure slowly built, she glanced from her tits past the veil of long brown hair back at the door. Dirt partially fogged the small diamond-shaped window, but not completely.  The idea that someone might catch her in the middle of indulging her obscene pleasure just heightened her arousal.

Her wet cunt was swollen, hot, aching, and dripping beneath her hand.  She deliberately rocked so her nipples and tits stretched. The pain radiated in waves back through them.  The only thing that could have made it better would have been if someone else was doing it to her and sharing her delight.

Though she had always pursued her self-torture in solitude, the thought of torturing herself alone was no longer ideal either.  She wanted a partner to help, someone who would enjoy watching her breasts and nipples being hurt, crushed, and bent out of shape as much as she did.

She wanted him to enjoy torturing them, to savor the pain showing in her eyes and on her face as much as she thrilled to feel it.  She dropped