Chest Cupping

Last night I went over to Skunky's place for a small gathering of perverts. We ate lots of yummy food and drank lots of wine, including some delicious Riesling. After we were all stuffed, the cupping set came out and we all lined up to have E. cup us. The other girls tried it on their backs, but I decided to go for broke and try it on the front.

E. put six cups on my chest and gave them four pumps each! Holy cow. I had to safeword. Too much too soon. Cupping the chest impedes breathing, and with anxiety disorder, it was just too fast for me to adjust. But once I calmed down, we tried again starting with two pumps and more cups. Mmmmmm. I kind of went into my porn star overdrive reaction. It was so hawt. It was incredibly intense, and the pain combined with slight breath play made me go into crazy subspace.

I gave E. my patented line, "I'm not a painslut but my nipples are" and he put cups on my breasts and gave them like 6-8 pumps. Oh. My. Fuck. Then he started pulling and twisting and I started thrasing and convulsing and practically orgasming in the chair. I kept saying "Jesus!" and he was like, "NO, E.." LOL I get really Catholic when I curse. It comes from growing up surrounded by Catholics.

Apparently, the whole room came to a halt and watched us, but I was too out of it to notice. Afterwards, I had these huge purple hickeys on my chest and diaphragm, hell, they're still there. Niice.

I have got to get a cupping set. Apparently you can use them for cbt too!

After I calmed down, I did a body harness on Skunky's stuffed skunk and he was so impressed he asked if he could keep it. I acquiesed, because scratch and I just got in a huge shipment of hemp rope and I have some to spare. Stuffed toy bondage is great fun!