My nipples have always been sensitive and small. My barely there areolas are light pink, as are the nipples themselves. This state has always bothered me. Everywhere, women are bombarded with big-breasted women, dark, red, or brown areolas, and nipples the size of lime beans. Mine, when fully erect, are roughly the size of a dried pea.

It’s not like I’m a tiny little A- cup or anything. Not that I find small-breasted women lacking. On the contrary, I’m a bit jealous of them as well. They probably have far less boob sweat than us C and higher women. My breasts are, in fact, well-shaped, fairly self supporting, and smooth. The only issue I can see are my nipples. I spoke with Brick about my self consciousness during our last maintenance, and he promised to do some research.

Today, he came with the results which he found at https://us.ruli.com/article/how-to-enlarge-your-nipples-at-home-a-comprehensive-guide-from-a

“I’ve checked several other places, but this article summarizes it nicely. Before you decide which, if any, techniques you want to use, I need you to know that this is 100% YOUR decision. Personally, I think your body and you are absolutely perfect. Promise me that you are not considering this because you think it will please me.”

I looked up into his pale blue eyes and answered honestly, “I understand. My tiny nipples have always been a cause for shame for me. You’ve never been anything short of accepting of them. In all truthfulness, you’ve proven over and over again that despite their diminutive size, you are fascinated by them.”

He smiled, then turned the screen towards me so I could peruse the article. I’d already decided that I would absolutely NOT be doing any cosmetic surgery. HRT didn’t appeal to me either. Nipple piercing was a possibility that I wasn’t opposed to, but wasn’t ready for yet, either. The exercises were intriguing, as were the creams and vacuum devices.

“Can I have a few days to think about it?”

“You take all the time you need, love. I would, though, seriously consider the therapy option no matter what you decide. Still, the decision is yours.”

He was right. Therapy would be good for me for a number of reasons, as long as I found a therapist who understood me and our relationship. There had to be BDSM or D/d therapists around somewhere, right?

A few weeks later, I’d not only found a therapist who fit the bill, but had made my decision. I had three sessions with Dr. Milton and talked to her about my decision. She approved and asked when I would speak to Brick about it. “Tonight”

“Brick, I’d like to begin enlarging my nipples. I’ve spoken with Dr. Milton, and she’s all for it. I’ve already purchased some cream which will help with tightening and keeping my breasts moisturized. I’ve also researched a few different types of suction tools which might help as well. I can do this myself, but I’d like your help.”

He grinned and said, “Happy to be of service.”

I giggled and went on. “I thought you might be. We’ll need to start out slowly, but consistently. Twice a day, starting tomorrow. I bought the beginner’s suction cups, but as we go along, we can start adding stronger suction, clamps, or even weights. My nipples will also need to be pinched, pulled, and rolled at least twice daily in conjunction with the suction tubes. The suction, though, can’t be on for more than twenty minutes. Dr. Milton suggested that we start with ten minutes and then work our way up. We’ll need to maintain this schedule for six full months. the only time I want to miss a day is if I’m sick or something.”

Brick nodded his head and inspected the vacuum device I’d purchased. “That all sounds very reasonable. Shall we make this part of your daily expectations?”

I gulped but nodded my head.

“You know that means correction if a day is missed.”

I bit my lip before answering, “Yes. I know. I want this.”

“Okay. I’m happy to help, but you will be the one ultimately responsible for, what shall we call this, your treatment? So, if I’m not here, you’ll have to complete your treatment yourself. Understood?”

“Yes, Brick.”

“Okay. I see no reason, then, to wait until tomorrow. We begin today. Now. Take off your shirt.”

His voice had gone deep and dreamy. I removed my shirt. I rarely wear a bra, so he now had full access to my breasts. He began by firmly grasping both nipples. He squeezed and rolled them between his fingers. I was dripping wet and moaning.

“Now, now. This is your treatment, not for your pleasure. If you’re good during the treatment and don’t complain, you’ll be rewarded. Remember, though, use your safeword if you need to,” he warned me.

I nodded. He pinched harder and pulled my nipples upward. He continued this procedure for about ten minutes before he released my now very pink and perky buds. He then had me hold the small suction cups in place while he used the bulb to tighten them onto my nipples. When I yelped, he paused, tested the cups to be sure they would stay in place, and tucked the bulb into the waistband of my skirt.

“That should do. Alexa, set timer for ten minutes. Now, why don’t we clean up the kitchen. It will help keep your mind off the cups.”

Two months later, we were using vibrating nipple clamps, screw up suction, and 100 gram weighted clamps. My nipples had grown by 1 centimeter, and my areola had darkened to a rosy pink. I was thrilled. I’d only forgotten about my treatments three times early on and Brick had appropriately corrected me. Now, all he had to do was look at my nipples and they would harden! I’m positive the next four months will bring even more success!