Free Nipples Jubilee by Matt Nicholson Page A

and his mortgage payment were behind. With the home that
contained his precious, well-equipped dungeon threatened, he had
sought therapy in punishing her and had been especially rough as of
late.
    On top of that, since the layoff, he had
started renting the dungeon out to others. For a few Bens extra,
she came with it. The renters came individually and in small
groups. Her Master would stand off in the shadows, watching as they
played or practiced on her. He never let them take her too far, but
“too far” for her had become a matter of definition. The safe word
was his, not hers, and his only voiced conditions to their play
were that they didn’t do anything her Master couldn’t tend to
medically and that they made her come before they finished their
play.
    She couldn’t recall a visit she hadn’t
enjoyed. Even if her climax had been lacking, the punishment had
always been delightful enough to leave her wanting for a return
engagement someday.
    It was hard to decide which she enjoyed the
most. One group of three more seasoned men had clover clamped her
pussy lips and nipples, weighing them down with dangling lead while
gang-banging her from behind until she was all but unconscious from
use. Another, more sadistic bunch tied her nipples with dental
floss and strung them up to the ceiling, pulling her up on her
tip-toes. After spanking her until her bottom was well-bruised,
they plunge their dicks into her pussy until it was sore inside and
out and she thought the midnight purple tips were about to come
off.
    A younger couple, hardly out of college, had
strapped her down, naked and spread-eagle, on top of her Master’s
play table. Laughing and giggling, they froze her best parts with
ice then meticulously covered her from her inner thighs to her neck
with brilliant, red wax a few scalding drips at a time. Once that
was done, they used her as a padded fuck table. With his girl’s ass
pressed firmly against Zoey’s stinging pussy and her head nestled
between her wax-covered tits, he pounded his partner nearly
senseless. Then they took over a half-hour “cleaning her up” by
beating the wax from her body with a suede flogger.
    Then there was the woman who used a
combination of Shibari and perfectly-knotted hangman’s nooses to
suspend her face up by her thighs and breasts, the pretty ropework
on her legs and the choking nooses up top. Once the lady rigger was
satisfied with her artistry, she took Zoey slowly with a
double-sided strap-on, rocking her back and forth in mid-air until
they both came. By the time she was done, Zoey’s nearly exploded
breasts resembled over-ripe eggplant. The rope burns had lasted for
days.
    And Zoey would never forget the night of a
thousand needles. As pretty as all his designs were, she didn’t
think he’d really quite used a thousand of them. Even so,
her areola and nipples, pussy and even the tight, inner curves of
her bottom would have begged to differ—especially after the hearty
horizontal fucking he gave her, needles still in place.
    Though each encounter was deliciously cruel
to a fault, none of them had a problem with her Master’s second
rule. In fact, most were quite good at following it. All the time
he watched from his corner, drinking his Dr. Pepper, sometimes
masturbating, other times not. With the increasing number and
frequency of these sessions, Zoey was sometimes amazed that she
recovered as quickly as she did. She was even more surprised at the
amount of pleasure she derived from her Master's enjoyment.
    Through it all, Zoey felt more alive than she
ever had. When he she wasn’t in his dungeon, her Master treated her
like a princess. She knew he loved her deeply. She loved him just
as much. And she was addicted to the conflicting mix of agony and
ecstasy he gave her as strongly as any drug, almost as much as she
was addicted to the pleasure he took from giving it.
    So, in a way, Zoey found his financial
hardships a blessing. He took her to limits of pain she’d