For Want of Battered Breasts

By Matt Nicholson

She still wants the pain, the torture and humiliation. She still wants him to paint beautiful black and blue galaxies across her breasts and anywhere else he likes. But with that, she would like to try one special toy, a pretty mahogany breast press that caught her eye on the Internet.

It’s a small change from the mundane things her husband finds around the house to use on her when they play. He should enjoy that, after all. But Max thinks otherwise and decides she needs to learn that it isn't about how shiny their toys are, but how he uses them that counts.

Realizing she has pushed him too far, she knows better than to argue when he sends her to their playroom. Then he walks in carrying a veritable smorgasbord of chilling things only a handyman would think to use. From there, she learns how far he is willing to go to teach her a lesson, how fine the line between pleasure and pain is, and how little she knew about how much she really wants it.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and 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: Aug 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005513283

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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For Want of Battered Breasts

By Matt Nicholson

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2022 Matt Nicholson

Cover image courtesy of SweetheartVideo.com

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 detailed descriptions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  The actions depicted include extreme breast and genital punishment.  This work is written for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.  All acts depicted are fantasy. No persons associated with the writing or publication of this book bear responsibility for any harm to any persons resulting from attempts to perform these acts in real life. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or they are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted are 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.

After spending four years with Max, you would think I’ would have learned. If I wanted ice cream, he bought me cake. If I wanted to go bowling, we went to the movies. If I wanted to cuddle, I would spend an evening bound and punished. He always kept control. So why would tonight be any different?

The setting was perfect, with a long, light rain casting the perfect moody pall over things. I’d worn my long hair down and chosen Max’s favorite outfit for our afternoon out. With my tightest faded jeans, a tit-hugging pink long sleeve tee, and matching black and pink lace underwear, I was certain to score.

By the time he had parked the car in the garage and made it into the house, I was kneeling on a black leather chair in the corner of the living room. Surrounded by windows and backlit by the dreary daylight, I’d pulled my jeans down just enough. As the door opened, I slung my hair back and lifted my blouse over my breasts. The view would have lured any man into doing wicked things. Max’s favorite things always hurt.

I could always easilyusually entice him into playing when I used my tits as bait. The fact that playing would probably involve crops or canes only made it better. I was so certain things were about to go that way, I smiled when he looked. His dismissive glance surprised me.

Pull your pants up and get to the playroom.

He sounded more irritated than aroused. I couldn’t tell whether it was part of his game, or if it was real. I