Since Attention to Nips, King has maintained manipulating my nipples. In truth, I love it. At least twice a week, he attaches the vacuums to them. By now, he can pull my nips half way up the tubes before it starts to get painful! Often, He puts them on me before I do various household chores, we sit down to enjoy a movie, or even if we are lounging in our very private pool (on warm, summer days).

He watches the clock carefully and will not allow them to remain on me for more than 15 or 20 minutes, usually 15. Then, he makes sure to give them a good 30 minutes rest before any other constricting devices are added. Naturally, he also will tweak, rub, or otherwise manually manipulate them – to get the blood flowing he says. At this point, all I need do is look at the vacuums, the magnets, the clips, the clamps, the clothes pins, or him rubbing his thumb against his index finger for my body to react, my nipples to tighten, and moisture to coat my labia.

I love this.

I’m now quite proud of my nipples and, thanks to being fairly small breasted, rarely wear a bra when I am out with King. At one point, I would have been humiliated going out in public like this, but now I adore the stares I get from people. I stand up straighter and am proud of my assets. Naturally, I choose my places – I wear a bra when at church or when volunteering at the hospital for example.

Last week, though, King had to go out of town. I thought he would give me “assignments” and have me send him pics as he has done in the past, but he was going to be so remote that cell service was sketchy. Instead, he asked Prince to come stay with me.

“Will you agree to obey Prince the say as you do me?” he asked.

“I will,” I answered immediately. Prince wasn’t King, but was someone I loved and trusted. I had every confidence that he would do exactly as King wanted.

King kissed me and whispered, “That’s my slut. You make me proud.” On his way out the door, he turned and reminded me, “Remember. Only I come or use your pussy. I don’t even want one of your fingers in there without my permission, and since I’m gone for a week, that’s a full week of an empty pussy. Understand?”

I sighed and responded a bit sullenly, “I do, King. I’ll obey.”

He shook Prince’s hand and left.

“So, Lacey. Just you and me for a week. You know I’m a lot stricter than King, right?”

I stood straight, looked him in the eye and said, “I absolutely do, Prince.”

He grinned and quipped back, “We’re going to have an excellent week, Slut. And when King gets back home, I’m going to make sure you both have a very happy reunion.”