I was having a manic episode it was bad. I knew what I needed but I didn't have a way to get it... or so I thought.... I vented to the sadist I've been talking to and he gave me a solution. Bobby pins, yep bobby pins on my nipples, that's right on my nipples. I trust him so I obeyed. I went to my bed room and attached 4 for the left nipple and 3 to the right ( i couldn't get anymore on it.) and at first it was fine I couldn't feel it but by the time i had started the left the right had started their burning. at times i thought i was going to throw up from the pain.. it burned me. But i suffered for a reason, for him. i tried everything breathing through the pain I tried holding my breath staying still, any thing. it was unbearable. i wanted to not disappoint him i wanted to be his good girl. so i did i squiggled and squirmed and suffered for him. after an hour he allowed me to remove my torture. After I was calm I was sane. I came to him i trusted in him i suffered for him and i was rewarded with peace of mind and knowing i had made him proud.
thank you dear sadist once more..
