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What is Clit Torture? Pain For Me & Pleasure For The Cocks!
When men torture my clit, their cocks get a massage! And it sends my body shaking like bacon in a hot pan. I want more! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good, and girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
Disclaimer: I am not a doctor or a sex therapist, and I do not provide medical, health, or sex advice. Always consult a professional for medical, health, or sex advice. What I experience and feel may be unhealthy for you — or even for me, perhaps. I don’t know!
I will share how I discovered clit torture and experimented with it to push my limits. I did not have a problem finding men to volunteer for the experiment, so I tried many different ways.
From trial and error, we found the ultimate combination of body positioning, choice of sex toys, and bondage to provide maximum pleasure to the men using my body — and my pleasure too! But there is a twist about my pleasure. You might be surprised!
My experience with pain and clitoris torture radically differs from what I read on sex therapists' websites.
But first, let me quickly recap where I stand in my sex life so you understand the context, how I got there, and why I love it.
My sex life took off precisely two years ago, in May, after a lucky encounter with a couple. I became their sex pet without thinking much about it but loving every second. Through a series of sex parties and other adventures, I discovered I love being used, shared, flipped, and tossed around like a toy by men using my body to pleasure themselves.
Weekend gang bangs are the best because they provide a constant flow of male beasts! My greatest personal pleasure is watching men, especially old married ones, becoming excited when they fully grasp that they can use the body of the young blonde in any way they want while not having to worry about pleasuring me like they have to do with their wives.
I am sure there is a psychological reason why I enjoy being a fuck doll, but that is not the subject of this post.
And no, I am not a prostitute. I never get paid for sex! My friend and her husband organize most of my sex agenda at their beach mansion in Golden Beach. I’m their sex pet, after all.
Now about clit torture. How did I get there?
For the second year in a row, in February, I was a nude waitress for my friend’s husband and his buddies while they watched the Super Bowl at their beach house.
And to raise the stakes, I offered to be a fuck doll for a week for the group of men who would have cheered for the winning team. I took a week off from work for it! That’s how much I love being a sex plaything!
It resulted in 8 guys having me locked and nude in a hotel room as a cock-pleasuring tool for a week. They each had a key and could come to play with the blonde chick whenever they wanted.
Long story short, at the end of the week, the guys added toys to the equation, including nipples and clit clamps. I had experienced nipple clamps before. It was nothing to write about. But a clit clamp… Oh my god! What a thing!
At one point, they attached a leash to the clit clamp and walked me around the hotel suite like a pet, pulling on the leash and my clit. I loved it, but it was nothing compared to what I discovered afterward.
Bear with me for a minute! I will share intimate moments with you soon!
Can Pain Be An Aphrodisiac?
It sounds counterintuitive that pain could be good in sex since sex is meant to be about pleasure. Yet, many sex therapists have written about pain in sexual relations. Google search results on pain as an aphrodisiac return 5.5M results.
To be honest, though, some of these results claim it is bad with titles like “For Females, Pain Kills Sexual Desire.” Well, not for me, I can tell you that!
But other articles explain that some people may enjoy pain during sex. After all, “Fifty Shades of Grey” sold millions of copies worldwide! So some people are at least interested. But beyond that, even on prudish Amazon, you can find thousands of BDSM toys, some of which are pretty extreme.
Of course, we are not discussing pain related to various health reasons like infections here. Instead, we are talking about consensual sex activities that create pain.
“Physiologically speaking, pain and pleasure have more in common than one might think. Research has shown that sensations of pain and pleasure activate the same neural mechanisms in the brain.” (source)
Apparently, they are both tied to dopamine and opioid systems in the brain.
I can attest that clitoris torture delivers pain but also sends me on a “high,” as if I had been drugged or just won a marathon!
Furthermore, pain makes you live more intensely in the moment. As a result, you forget other issues and thoughts you may have been carrying. And indeed, I fully live every millisecond of my clit torture adventures.
But What Exactly Is Clitoris Torture During BDSM Sex?
I will get to my own experiment and how far I pushed it. But first, let me quickly summarize what I learned about clit torture and clamps. I wished somebody had introduced it to me earlier! It ties into nipple torture and, yet, is fairly different.
So what is the theory behind it? What is it for?
Sometimes, people use the expression “clit torture” in the sense of “tease and denial” or orgasm denial. But that is not what we’re talking about. Fasten your seatbelt!
Theoretically, when you snap a clamp on the clit, it cuts the blood flow. And when you release the clamp, the blood comes rushing back into the clit, and that is when, apparently, women get intense pleasure. In other words, the delight does not come from the clamp or the pain but from the removal of it.
Apparently, the same applies to nipple clamps.
Therefore, in both cases, you are supposed to snap a clamp or similar device at the base of the nipples and the clitoris. Consequently, it would be best if you did not keep the clamp there for long because there could be medical complications associated with cutting blood flow for an extended period.
I used the word “apparently,” because the theory is far from what I experienced. Therefore, I can guarantee there are exceptions! I am one.
What Did I Get From Nipple Clamps & Clitoris Torture?
First, nipple clamps never did much for me. It seems my nipples can take a beating! After all, aren’t they designed to be chewed on by babies? I guess I will find out one day. Maybe.
Men have snapped clamps on my nipples at numerous sex parties and pulled on them. In one case, they pulled until the clamps snapped off my nipples.
I feel some pain with nipple clamps being snapped on the naked girls, but it never hurts too much nor excites me in any way. Of course, the meaning of “too much” varies between women.
Meanwhile, I noticed some men are incredibly turned on by beating the nipples of the young, submissive blonde. So I enjoy it because I love seeing men excited about having my body at their disposal.
Now, a clamp on my clit was something totally different.
Contrary to nipple clamps, a clit clamp hurts a lot. And whenever the men playing with my body release the clamp, I never got anything from that rush of blood coming back into my clitoris. I must be special! The theory does not apply to me.
It is painful when the clamp devours my clit. But guess what? I find it exciting. And it excites me as long as the pain remains. The most intense part is right at the beginning when men spread my vaginal lips with their fingers.
At that point, I know the pain is coming. I am vulnerable. Nude. They casually play with my vulva and clit like it is just one of their toys. And then, snap! Intense pain in the most intimate part of my body.
On public beaches in South Florida, I can get away with a string bikini, but the vulva and the clit must always be covered. And it is that most private part of me that men use to snap a clamp on as casually as if they were doing woodwork in their garage. My clit is just there, exposed, vulnerable, and at their disposal.
So here is the thought that gets me so excited by this experience. By snapping a clamp on my most private part, they truly, thoroughly take ownership of my body. And that is what I love about it.
As I explained before, I treasure seeing men having fun playing with me as a fuck doll. Their facial expressions are priceless. And with clitoris torture, I get a distinct feeling that they are particularly enjoying themselves. Yet, snapping a clamp on my clit certainly does not provide them with physical pleasure. So not all pleasure in sex is physical.
Before I finally get into how far I pushed my limits, let me clarify one more thing.
Why Men Enjoy Torturing My Clitoris
It seems to me that sexually, men have a bestial nature that they must keep under control in our society. But I tell them to let it lose when they are with me. So it allows them to do things they would never do with their wives or girlfriends.
And when it comes to the clitoris, I have a feeling there is an even deeper reason.
Many men feel obligated to go down on their wives or girlfriends and find the clit to lick and suck. Many men do it, although they do not like it.
So when they get to beat my clit, it is as if they were carrying vengeance.
Usually, when guys pleasure themselves with my body, I see the pleasure in their eyes. But when they beat my clit with a clamp or walk me around with a clit leash, I see a different expression — one of satisfaction, the kind that comes from payback.
Therefore, I like to think that I am providing a service. I bet these men go back home and see the clitoris under a new angle while their head is between their wife's legs.
How Much Did Men Torture My Clit?
A lot! And here we go.
For two years, I have been a sex pet for my friend, her husband, and his buddies. So when I explained to my friend Madison that I wanted to experiment with clit torture, they had no problem lining up men. I am a sought-after delicacy, they said! Whatever that means.
So they recruited volunteers to help me with my experiment.
Over the course of a couple of weeks in March, we ordered numerous sex toys and tried different ways of using them. We also tested different bondage positions to give the men an even bigger feeling of dominating the young, tiny, nude blonde in front of them.
I insisted that the experiment was about maximizing the pleasure of the men using and sharing my body. And from that, I would see what I enjoyed, but they should not concern themselves with my pleasure. Instead, their role was to focus on maximum male beast pleasure and hard erections.
The Best Clamp For Clitoris Torture
At first, we tried different clamps designed for the clitoris. They were fine. I enjoyed every time men used them on me. But then, one day, a guy improvised by putting a nipple clamp on my clitoris.
We had that particular clamp in the nipple pile because that is how it was sold.
It is a metal ring with four screws pointing inward. You put the metal ring around the nipple and tighten the screws to whatever level of tightness or pain you want.
He did that but on my clit. And I knew right away it was the winner.
Four men were playing with my body that day, and they reached a level of excitement I had never seen before. They loved taking turns tightening the screws on each side of my clitoris. I guess men like screws and tools so that suits them.
But on top of that, when they snap a regular clamp on my clit, it lasts only a second. Meanwhile, with this thing, they enjoy every turn of each screw for as long as they want. And on that day, they kept going and going. It hurt and hurt more. And yet, I was in heaven watching them do it. They enjoyed it so much!
That nipple clamp is sold as a “clamp,” but it does not really fit that word. A torture ring would be a better way to describe it.
They wanted me to walk with that thing on my clit. At first, the clamp felt off when I got up. So that gave them a reason to further tighten the screws to the point that it eventually held when I stood up. After that, it held all right, and it hurt like hell! It was torture because gravity made the top screw dig into my clit. Meanwhile, the other screws dug in and out of my clitoris as the ring wobbled while I walked.
And guess what? That clit torture ring does not cut the blood flow. Therefore, they can leave it on me for the duration of a sex party, for instance! But in reality, I found out most men prefer to screw it on themselves.
So here is the verdict.
From now on, in my ultimate clit torturing sessions, they use that metal ring with four screws. Men put it on my clit before fucking me and remove it afterward so the next guy can screw it on.
Does The Clit Torturing Ring Interfere With Penis Penetrating My Pussy?
Yes, it does. The ring is big enough to extend over the entrance to my vagina.
So the solution to this problem is quite simple. After putting the ring around my clit and tightening the screws, men use my butthole to pleasure themselves while I remain on my back for them to see my clit in jail. It inspires them!
And that, in itself, gives me pleasure in my typical twisted way.
There is really only one way to get me to climax. It is by taking care of my clit, preferably with your mouth. And my best orgasms came from other women.
But in these clitoris torturing sessions, my clit is inaccessible to be caressed. So not only do I feel the pain from the four screws digging into my clitoris, but I know nobody can give me an orgasm. Therefore, it is making it clear that I am just a naked sex toy, and that excites me.
Next, we found a way to provide me with more pain and further pleasuring men’s cocks in my ass. Yes!
A Pinwheel On The Tip of My Clitoris
On another day, six guys were helping me with my experiment. They all had ejaculated in my butthole and were giving their cocks a break.
I was on my back, and they were looking at my clit trapped inside the four screws. Then a guy took a pinwheel we had ordered; I am unsure why. He rolled it over the ring and right on the tip of my clit.
I yelled. My torso went straight up. In a split second, I was sitting. I didn’t know my abs were that strong!
They laughed. You know, like when you see somebody fall, probably. But still, they laughed at me.
So another guy took the pinwheel and rolled it again on the tip of my clit. At the speed of light, my hands covered my vulva while I yelled again.
“Sorry!” he said, still laughing.
“No! It’s OK,” I yelled back, removing my hands.
I could still feel the pins that dug into the tip of my clit, and yet, I didn’t want to prevent them from having fun with my body. I am obsessed with this objective.
That day was quite special to me. I can still vividly see myself naked and vulnerable. I was on a massage table. The guys had adjusted the legs of the table for my butthole to be at the right height for their cocks. I had a metal ring around my clit, four screws digging into it, and my butthole could still feel these six cocks that had given it a beating. Then there was that man with a pinwheel in his hand. I see it when I close my eyes and cherish that moment.
“Hold my arms,” I ordered.
“Hold me down,” I insisted while lying on the table.
They obeyed. Four guys held my shoulders and arms down.
“Do it again!”
And the old man with the pinwheel did it again. I yelled again. My abs contracted, fighting against the four men. I gotta tell you… This is the ultimate exercise for abs!
These tiny pins on the pinwheel were torturing the 10 thousand nerve endings in my clit. The tip of the clit! Already, I had the constant pain of the four screws around my clitoris. And to that, we added tiny pointy pins on the tip.
There are no words to describe it.
Each guy did it a couple of times. For the first half dozen times, they laughed. After that, they gave themselves high-fives after each roll of the pinwheel over the tip of my clit, which further reinforced my view that some men have an inner vindication feeling toward the clit, and I was providing them a chance to vent it out.
Bondage For Clit Torture
The next time my friend and her husband had a few guys over to torture my clitoris, we worked on bondage.
I wanted men to be able to give my clit a beating without requiring other men to hold me down. So we ordered and tried numerous bondage tools.
Many bondage methods kept me down when the pinwheel rolled over the tip of my clit. But men had clear preferences that boiled down to this: they wanted to see my entire nude body.
So they did not like my hands tied together in my back or on my belly. The winning tool ended up being a rod keeping my hands about a foot on each side of my head with a choker in the middle of the rod to go around my neck.
I extensively probed and surveyed the men playing with my naked body during these experiments. And that setup with my arms on both sides of my head lets their eyes enjoy a nude, open, vulnerable, young female body from my lips down to the tip of my butthole where their cock goes in and out. Apparently, they like seeing my belly button piercing and flat tummy. And they also enjoy the sight of my hands and neck in restraints. It makes me more of a sex slave, they say.
They also voted against nipple clamps. They adore my round, young, perky boobs, apparently. And nipple clamps hide part of them.
A Dildo Ball Gag
Next, there were issues with my mouth and eyes.
I enjoy watching men having fun with my body, and they can see it in my eyes which turns them off. For a few of them, their fantasy is one of taking ownership of a young sex slave against her will. So they tried with my eyes covered and preferred it.
Now, wait a minute! Remember what I said? My greatest pleasure is in watching men’s facial expressions when they play with my body. So… What the hell?
With my eyes covered and my clit locked inside a metal ring, all my sources of enjoyment were gone. But that, in itself, was exciting. The thing is, I crave to be a lifelike sex toy. And that new setup was making me even more of a sex object. I was finally a completely head-to-toe fuck doll. In that context, the sole purpose of my existence is for men to enjoy themselves — while I am young and cocks still get hard around me.
I often say that I am like a tissue paper. Apparently, some men put Kleenex in their hands when masturbating. Maybe with lotion? I don’t know! In any case, I regularly tell men to behave with me as if I were tissue paper and think only of their pleasure. This makes me a fancy tool for masturbating sessions.
But it didn’t stop there. Between yells, my mouth occasionally smiled, which created the same problem they had with my eyes. So they tried with a ball gag.
A hard ballgag was a no-go because my teeth tried to dig into it every time they rolled the pinwheel over the tip of my clit. I was afraid to break a tooth! So I suggested we look for a more rubbery ball gag.
I got what I asked for and a whole lot more!
While shopping for a rubbery ball gag, my friend Madison found a dildo ball gag. I didn’t know such a thing existed.
It has a strap around my head like any ball gag, but instead of a ball being inserted in my mouth, it is a rubber penis. Some people have even more imagination than I do! And I was thrilled with the idea! Anything that makes me more submissive, used, and abused is perfect.
But that is not all! The penis ball bag came with two options: a 2-inch dildo and a 5-inch one. Of course, I spontaneously voted for the 5-inch rubber cock. I pride myself on my deep-throating skills. I never had much of a gag reflex — only occasionally, and during the first few times I tried as a teenager. Furthermore, I can get my head and neck at such an angle as to take any penis’ length. I was designed and born to be a sex doll!
Of course, this was a totally different ball game — pun intended — because that dildo would remain in my mouth for an extended period of time.
I had never before wondered how long of a cock was needed to reach the back of my throat. But I found out on that day! It is about 4.5 inches. So that 5-inch rubber cock pushed inside my mouth was making his presence known. I had to breathe through the nose. No choice!
I would have laughed if the dildo hadn’t locked my mouth shut because I instinctively sucked on it as if trying to pleasure it! As I said, pleasuring men is my natural raison d’être!
Over time, the 5-inch dildo pressing against the back of my throat gets annoying. I almost gagged a couple of times, but I have a reputation to protect! So when that reflex crops around the corner, I push the dildo to one side, then to the other side, then up…
And the guys love it. They all voted yes to the rubber-penis ballgag. I supported their decision because, on top of everything else I mentioned above, having that rubber cock in my mouth while my clit is tortured and my ass beaten is just an additional level of submissiveness that thrills me.
The dildo permanently in my mouth is a reminder of my purpose in life.
A Wider Pinwheel For Better Clit Torture & Cock Massages in My Butthole
Here is an additional amusing part of the ultimate clitoris torturing setup.
Some guys complained that they had difficulty hitting the tip of my clit with the narrow pinwheel while simultaneously banging my ass. So I looked it up, and I suggested a wide pinwheel. It is the equivalent of 7 pinwheels together.
Once we received it, I got a run for my money. With such a wide pinwheel, vindictive male beasts never miss the tip of my clit. And as they get close to ejaculating, they instinctively increase the frequency and pressure of the pinwheel on my clit.
By the way, in case you wondered, my abs are about rock hard, which makes my belly even more attractive, they say. Because every time the pinwheel hits the tip of my clitoris, my body tries to have me sit up with my abs contracting. But I am being held down by the wrists and neck restraints. So my abs do a lot of exercising!
A guy said he does it to me just to help me work out. Funny guy!
But back to the wide pinwheel and cock massage.
It turns out that besides my abs contracting, my butthole also tightens every time the pinwheel is rolled over the tip of my clitoris. Therefore, the men get a cock massage. Some guys told me it was the best ejaculation they ever had. Ever? These guys know how to talk to a girl! Please come back and use my body some more!
It makes me proud. I was designed and put on earth to be a fuck doll, and I do a good job.
So, of course, whenever men push their cocks up my ass, they now roll the pinwheel over the tip of my clitoris, seeking the cock massage my butt provides to them.
Even after having done it many times, my clit still hurts like hell every single time the pinwheel is rolled over it. And when they aggressively roll the pinwheel, it is more than just my butthole and abs contracting; my entire body shakes like a piece of bacon thrown in a hot pan. I had never felt something even remotely like that before.
It is not an orgasm. Yet, when my body shakes like that because of the four screws providing side pain and the pinwheel pressing hard on the tip of my clitoris, it is… Pure pain. And yet, it is as good as an orgasm. It is a pure feeling.
The fact is that I seek it nowadays.
Over the last two years, I often wondered how far I could go on the road of being a plaything for men. I think I have finally found my limit. But it is also my peak.
In fact, it is not my limit in the sense that I could not take more pain. It is my limit in the sense that I have reached the top of Mount Everest. How could I get more intense pain than screws and pinwheels on the most sensitive part of my body while being tied down, my eyes covered, and with a dildo down my throat, reminding me of my role in life?
I gotta tell you. If a man wants to marry me one day, he better like playing with screws and pinwheels! After all, I will always need to do abs workouts!
Sharp Pointy Screws for More Pain During Clitoris Torture
Last month, I was having a clitoris torture evening with only one guy. He was a friend of Madison’s husband who had done it before. After I was tied down, he told me he wanted to try something new, and I could signal “no” with my head if I wanted him to stop. A safe word is useless when you have a 5-inch dildo in your mouth as a ballgag! I signaled “yes” for him to go ahead.
He pushed my outer vaginal lips aside and lifted the little bit of hood I have above my clitoris. My hood is very small, so my clit is easily uncovered.
I felt the cold metal ring and then sensed his fingers turning the screws. And then… Ouch!
It was not the usual screws. These ones were sharp and pointy, like the pinwheels! He stopped. I knew he was waiting to see if I were to signal “no,” but there was no way I would stop him despite my entire body being tensed, not just my abs. The most intimate part of my body was facing a severe threat.
He twisted one of the screws a bit more. It was so painful; I stopped breathing for a couple of seconds. But it was also exceptional. Unique. In reality, the feeling I had inside me was one of love for that man. He had the balls to further claim ownership of my clit and body. He wasn’t afraid to do what I keep asking men to do: use my body in any way you want. Many men continue to behave like gentlemen even after I explain it to them repeatedly.
I was in love with that man — yes, the one tightening four sharp, pointy screws on my clitoris. And he kept going.
I had intense sharp pain on four distinct points around my clit. He stopped. Then, guess what? I signaled, “Yes,” with my head. I wanted him to know I appreciated it.
I felt his fingers back on the side of my pussy. He screwed them more. Oh my god! For a second, I wondered if we were going too far. Would this leave permanent damage? But I knew he was aware of my rules, so I trusted him.
He further tightened the four screws then I felt the tip of his cock at my butthole entrance. I wanted him so badly! If I hadn’t been tied down, I would have been on my knees to give him the blowjob of his life with the more hurtful and dangerous clit torture ring in place. But I couldn’t.
He pushed his cock inside my ass and slowly, very slowly, rolled the pinwheel on the tip of my clit. My abs were doing overtime gym practice! I was chewing on the rubber cock in my mouth and, yes, twisting like a piece of bacon in a hot pan.
He took his time, fucking my ass in and out slowly and rolling the pinwheel again and again. My legs shook so much I wondered if I could walk within the next 48 hours!
He kissed my belly and then went for it, beating my ass with his cock and the tip of my clit with the pinwheel. With each thrust, my body moved, and the sharp, pointy screws provided an exhilarating jolt of pain each time.
I am sure he got the cock massage of his life!
When he was done unloading his semen in my ass, he removed the clit clamp, ball gag, arms and neck restraints, and blindfold. I tried to get up, but I was dizzy.
“You are one tough cookie,” he said.
“And a beautiful one!” he added, his eyes traveling up and down my naked body while his right hand caressed my belly as if petting a cat. He cupped one of my breasts, then pitched the nipple hard. Damn! I love that man.
I took his hands and placed them on my breasts.
“Help me sit up,” I requested.
He understood what I wanted. He pinched my nipples and pulled on them while I did one more situp with my abs to sit on the side of the table. I love that man! He was rough and yet, caring because that is what I wanted.
He asked if I would be OK alone because he had to leave. I promised I would wait a while before getting up. And I did, although, while waiting, I checked my clit. It hurt. What a surprise!
My clit was sensitive for a few days, but… No permanent marks!
I asked my friend when this guy would come back. He is happily married, she said, and works in New York, so he is only in Miami once in a while. Shame! I would want a clit torturing session with him every week. I wonder if he would find something new to do.
By the way, if you want to know what these BDSM submissive sex toys look like, I listed them for you on my website — the nipple clamp with four screws, both pinwheels, the neck & wrist restraints, and the 5-inch dildo ball bag.
Aftercare And What Sex Therapists Say About Pain
While researching this topic of clit torture and pain, trying to find out if I was a freak, I repeatedly read about the importance of aftercare in these types of BDSM sex activities.
I heard about aftercare numerous times elsewhere as well.
Well, that is another area where I am not normal because I do not want aftercare. In fact, I tried it after hearing about it so much, and I hated it.
When I get aftercare from a man who used my body to pleasure himself, it establishes a tender, loving relationship. In other words, it destroys the feeling I crave of being a fuck toy used by men and passed around.
The most fantastic end to a sex party for me is when men leave me covered in sperm from head to toe, naked and alone. In fact, I often laugh in these cases! It proves I was a natural sex toy. They “masturbated” using my body and then threw the toy aside to move on to other things. Mission accomplished!
When I am lucky enough for that to happen, I usually sit in front of a mirror, savoring the moment. If there is sperm still in liquid form somewhere on my skin, I spread it to parts of my skin that had not been covered in semen. I think sperm is beneficial to my skin. People often comment on my skin after I get a sperm treatment like that.
“It is as if your skin was full of sunshine,” one gal told me.
In any case, I like pain in my clit, and I don’t want aftercare. So not everything you read on sex therapists' websites necessarily applies to you.
That being said, let me repeat that I am not a medical expert. Perhaps what I described here is unique to me. Maybe it would be bad for your health. I don’t know. Consult a health and sex professional.
By the way, to be clear, when I say I like pain, it is not a general statement for everything in life. For instance, I don’t go around giving me papercuts. And I hate headaches. Furthermore, I have one strict rule about rough sex. Besides my safe word that everybody I play with knows: there must never be permanent physical damage.
The pain with the screws and the pinwheel on my clit is intense because of the nature of the clitoris. It is full of nerve endings. And my clit is sensitive for a few days afterward. Furthermore, after the sharp, pointy screws, I saw four tiny red dots on my clit. But it doesn’t leave permanent physical damage. And the pain I sense between my legs in the following days makes me relive the moment.
I am now to a point where I want men to come back to torture my clitoris when my clit no longer hurts! I feel like a sex toy when they do it, and I keep feeling like one with the pain for days afterward.
Cock Torture With Fingernails
By the way, all this now reminds me of an old man I pleasured as a teenager. When his cock was rock hard, he would beg me to dig my fingernails in his shaft. At first, I thought he was joking, but… He wasn’t.
He repeatedly insisted that I dig deeper with my fingernails. That is how I discovered that a penis, when hard, is pretty strong and resistant. At first, my fingernails did not leave any marks. But over repeated cuck-sucking sessions, I grew more comfortable doing what he wanted, and I had to force hard for my fingernails to leave slight red marks, which he loved. He said he thought about my sexy teenage self for days afterward because he could still feel my fingernails on his cock.
And the next time we would meet for me to worship his old cock and furry balls, the red marks were always gone. There was no permanent damage.
So I guess it is the same thing now happening with my clit. And I wonder why I never made the connection before. It never occurred to me to try on my clit what the old man had me do to his penis. Damn! I wished I had discovered clit torture a long time ago!
As mentioned, I made a list of the toys we use for my clit torturing sessions, in case you want to see them — except for the sharp, pointy screws, which the New York guy created. He replaced the flat-ended screws with pointy ones with the same threads.
Thanks so much for supporting me as a writer and for your interest in my sex life. I often think of you when other men and women are using me. You are my motivation to try new things and push my limits!
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