Crocodile Clamps from Babeland
In my life I’ve experienced the nice, beginner tweezer clamps. They’re good for when you’re just starting out with nipple clamp play as they’re very adjustable and not especially tight. Unfortunately, the plastic tip on one of mine fell off a while back, so mine are unusable. The only other option at MasterDoc’s was the clover clamps, which are way too tight and painful for me. Really, I’m a nipple wimp. I cringe when he flicks his fingers at my nipples or hits them with the little flogger. It is really easy to put me in pain by my nipples.
Now on the bright side for nipple wimps, these crocodile clamps are adjustable - there’s screws on each one that will hold the clamps at varying distances apart, so you can control how tight they are. (And this is why I grabbed them when Babeland offered them for reviewing - I needed to save myself from MasterDoc’s clover clamps!) You can adjust the screws precisely so there’s a lot of variation of tightness with these clamps. The bad news for nipple wimps - when the screws are let out, and the clamps are as tight as can be, these babies hurt. MasterDoc started out with them at the tightest setting and I commented, “You know, you can use the screws to make them less tight.” Now, this comment was a mistake for two reasons - 1) he knows damn well how they work and I don’t need to tell him, clearly he wanted them to be at their tightest and 2) I didn’t say “Sir.” Yes, this was a bad move on my part. So he put them on at their tightest and I whimpered, said “Ow, ow, ow” and generally did not enjoy myself. When they’re tight, you can easily pull on the chain and twist the nipples around via the clamps. If you’re into tit torture, these are fantastic. Not as brutal as the clover clamps but definitely hardcore enough to be fun. They’re well made, so I expect them to last a very long time. Crocodile clamps are the right level of evil for a wide variety of nipples.
After the clamp experiment, he had me lay face down on the bed and used the under bed restraints to secure my ankles. (We really like these restraints.) Then he gave me a thorough beating, something which I was in need of this weekend. He used his hands, the floggers, the slapper, etc. and boy did it hurt. The funny thing about masochism is that in the middle of it (at least for me) I can think to myself, “Why do I want this? This hurts. Ow! Wow, when is he going to stop? Is he waiting for me to beg him to stop? I don’t want to break down and beg, I want to take everything he dishes out.” And afterwards, I’m in this blissful state and my mood has improved thoroughly. It’s like magic. I’m also wet afterwards. I suppose the nipple clamps are the same, in the heat of the moment they hurt like the dickens, but afterwards I’m glad I did it. I wonder if there’s been scientific research into the overlap of pleasure and pain, and how pain can be cathartic and leave you feeling better than before. I was feeling mildly depressed before this round of play, but I’m in a far better mood now.
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