Dominating Devney (Montana Maiden Series Book 3) by Vanessa Vale Page A
Authors: Vanessa Vale
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wanted to have everyone in Montana watch, he would.
I had no choice. I had no say whatsoever. And the way my body responded to his every desire - no matter how inappropriate – was just a sign of my acceptance of the situation.
I held back a sob at the realization. I was losing control of my body. Even now, standing next to Sam, I couldn't control how wet my pussy became. I couldn't control the way I wanted to rub my clit. I couldn't control my orgasms. Sam did. As much as that bothered me, it soothed the part of me that secretly desired everything he did. I was able to let go and just...enjoy.
"Be sure to put the dildo on a wall right out in the open so everyone will be able to see her," Sam told the doctor. "One last thing, Doc. Devney's nipples? They're too flat. Look at them now, all hard from two orgasms and they don't protrude at all."
I glanced down at myself, my breasts thrust up and out by the strange new corset. My nipples were a bright pink against the pale skin of my breasts, and they were fairly flat. Weren't they all? Except Catherine’s; hers were quite full.
"The aureole are quite large, but you're correct, the nipples are very flat. Tug on them, let's see what happens," Doctor Graham said to Sam.
Sam lifted his hands and cupped my breasts gently, then took hold of each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I tried to step back but it only made the pull stronger. I clenched my hands into fists, but could do nothing to swat his hands away with them trapped at my sides. "Sam!" I complained.
"Mr. Bridger, baby." He tugged, then pinched down hard.
I gasped at the sharp bite of pain. I felt my pussy clench in response, then wetness seeping down my legs. Did that happen because of my nipples were being tugged? I leaned into Mr. Bridger's touch.
"She likes it," Mr. Bridger commented and kept working my nipples. My eyes fell closed and I reveled in the feeling. "Good girl, Devney. Submit."
He let go and I moaned, slowly opened my eyes. Both men were glancing at my nipples. I looked down, and saw they were a dark red from Mr. Bridger's ministrations, yet they were still only slight bumps.
"She needs nipple trainers. I would normally tell you to delay and let her adjust into her new role slowly, but this is a real problem." Doctor Graham stepped away and grabbed his bag, rummaged inside and pulled out small objects that fit in the palm of his hand. "Here."
Mr. Bridger took one and held it up for me to see. There were two dainty looking rings in his big hand. One was about an inch across, the other much smaller. The rings were spaced apart by two posts.
I frowned and stared at it, trying to figure out what it was.
"This goes on your nipple, baby." He stepped into me, with one hand on my arm and walked me back until I bumped into the railing. I couldn't escape. He centered the large ring against my breast with my nipple in the middle, the two posts sticking straight out. He took the small tip of my nipple and tugged it with his fingers, pulling it outward until it was within the smaller ring. Using his other hand, he pressed the smaller ring together so it crimped around the very tip, holding my nipple in place, taut and pulled out from my body. Once secure, he let go.
I gasped at the feeling of my nipple pulled so tightly. It looked taut and tight, all stretched out as it was. "Mr. Bridger, it's too much!" Not only was it a little painful, but there was pleasure as well. When he'd touched and played with my nipples just moments ago, it had felt so good, but he'd applied short-term pressure. Now, this was constant, and harsh.
"Good. That's the answer I like to hear from a woman with new trainers. It should be too much, otherwise the nipple isn't being stretched enough." Doc nodded, as if satisfied. "That appears to be just the right length. It seems secure," he commented, carefully touching the metal and looking closely at it. "Now the other."
Mr. Bridger did the same to the other nipple. They assessed my
I had no choice. I had no say whatsoever. And the way my body responded to his every desire - no matter how inappropriate – was just a sign of my acceptance of the situation.
I held back a sob at the realization. I was losing control of my body. Even now, standing next to Sam, I couldn't control how wet my pussy became. I couldn't control the way I wanted to rub my clit. I couldn't control my orgasms. Sam did. As much as that bothered me, it soothed the part of me that secretly desired everything he did. I was able to let go and just...enjoy.
"Be sure to put the dildo on a wall right out in the open so everyone will be able to see her," Sam told the doctor. "One last thing, Doc. Devney's nipples? They're too flat. Look at them now, all hard from two orgasms and they don't protrude at all."
I glanced down at myself, my breasts thrust up and out by the strange new corset. My nipples were a bright pink against the pale skin of my breasts, and they were fairly flat. Weren't they all? Except Catherine’s; hers were quite full.
"The aureole are quite large, but you're correct, the nipples are very flat. Tug on them, let's see what happens," Doctor Graham said to Sam.
Sam lifted his hands and cupped my breasts gently, then took hold of each nipple between thumb and forefinger. I tried to step back but it only made the pull stronger. I clenched my hands into fists, but could do nothing to swat his hands away with them trapped at my sides. "Sam!" I complained.
"Mr. Bridger, baby." He tugged, then pinched down hard.
I gasped at the sharp bite of pain. I felt my pussy clench in response, then wetness seeping down my legs. Did that happen because of my nipples were being tugged? I leaned into Mr. Bridger's touch.
"She likes it," Mr. Bridger commented and kept working my nipples. My eyes fell closed and I reveled in the feeling. "Good girl, Devney. Submit."
He let go and I moaned, slowly opened my eyes. Both men were glancing at my nipples. I looked down, and saw they were a dark red from Mr. Bridger's ministrations, yet they were still only slight bumps.
"She needs nipple trainers. I would normally tell you to delay and let her adjust into her new role slowly, but this is a real problem." Doctor Graham stepped away and grabbed his bag, rummaged inside and pulled out small objects that fit in the palm of his hand. "Here."
Mr. Bridger took one and held it up for me to see. There were two dainty looking rings in his big hand. One was about an inch across, the other much smaller. The rings were spaced apart by two posts.
I frowned and stared at it, trying to figure out what it was.
"This goes on your nipple, baby." He stepped into me, with one hand on my arm and walked me back until I bumped into the railing. I couldn't escape. He centered the large ring against my breast with my nipple in the middle, the two posts sticking straight out. He took the small tip of my nipple and tugged it with his fingers, pulling it outward until it was within the smaller ring. Using his other hand, he pressed the smaller ring together so it crimped around the very tip, holding my nipple in place, taut and pulled out from my body. Once secure, he let go.
I gasped at the feeling of my nipple pulled so tightly. It looked taut and tight, all stretched out as it was. "Mr. Bridger, it's too much!" Not only was it a little painful, but there was pleasure as well. When he'd touched and played with my nipples just moments ago, it had felt so good, but he'd applied short-term pressure. Now, this was constant, and harsh.
"Good. That's the answer I like to hear from a woman with new trainers. It should be too much, otherwise the nipple isn't being stretched enough." Doc nodded, as if satisfied. "That appears to be just the right length. It seems secure," he commented, carefully touching the metal and looking closely at it. "Now the other."
Mr. Bridger did the same to the other nipple. They assessed my
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