In my semi-long and somewhat illustrious career as a merchant of the pleasures of breast punishment through Darker Pleasures, I’ve learned a lot about the "thou shalts" and "thou shouldn'ts" of tit torture.  Many of them I've learned through trial and error, while others I've only had the luxury of reading about.  In short, I've learned boat loads of information about safely tormenting titties, and I know just as much about "Who gives a damn, they belong to me and I’ll break them if I want to" tit torture. 

Thanks to the beautiful Christine Dannemont and her bodacious tatas, I’ve had tons of hands-on, teeth-on, yard tool-on, kitchen cutlery-on, hair accessory-on, and gadgets-yet-to-be-patented-on practice in the fine art of breast and nipple torment.  I've probably written, photographed, and scripted more breast bondage and tit torture scenes than most men have lost socks in the black holes that haunt clothes dryers.   A wise man once said, "With great power comes great responsibility."

Not only should that be the adage of all people trusted with the fate of a gorgeous pair of knockers, I was told it should be mine as well.  So, with the increasing number of folks asking me for advice over the years, and because the person that pays my check is always harping at me to do something constructive with all the time I spend drooling over archived shots of all our gals' tortured titties, I thought I’d put together this primer in hopes of helping everyone out a bit. 

I've been told that I missed my calling as a stand-up comic (sometime back around the time I was failing chemistry in high school is my guess).  Because of that, I know that you'll all be eager to skip from one humorous anecdote to another, without wasting your time reading all the boring, serious stuff.  Even so, I'd really suggest you resist the temptation.  The boring, serious stuff is very important.  This future Pulitzer-winning masterpiece is meant to be read in its entirety.  Like the Bible and other good books, if you pick and choose references out of context, you end up with all sorts of problems.  Look at all the guidance counseling and emotional trauma that resulted from the Crusades. 

Oh, one other thing before I move on to the funner stuff.  Though The Breast Punishment Primer is based on reliable and sometimes scientific information, and I've tried my dangedest to make it useful and informative, this is all off the record, folks.  Despite my credentials in Internet webmaster breast torture website circles, I still claim only a layman’s expertise.  What I won't claim is any responsibility what-so-ever for what you do in the privacy of your own bedroom, office kitchen, S.U.V., back yard, dungeon or secret outdoor get-a-way.  

Inflicting physical pain on a consenting pair of Hill Twins can be fun and profitable, but it should never be taken lightly.  Remember guys and dolls, your eager little submissive may have signed all rights to her breasts over to you in that multi-million dollar pre-nuptial agreement, but they're still attached to her chest.  

Don't do anything foolish.

Just a little legal disclaimer to satisfy our attorneys.  Now, on to the show.

Lesson number one of good breast torture is to remember the old adage, "Beauty is only skin deep," but for our purposes (those being the satisfying torture of a pair of luscious breasts) I’ll be modifying that saying in about four paragraphs.

For the moment, let's take a rather boring scientific kind of look at one of our favorite objects of torment, shall we?  To your right you'll find a diagram of a small anatomically correct breast that has been sliced in half and has really large hypodermic needles stuck into it.  This is just a drawing. I repeat, this is just a drawing. Warning!  The Surgeons Generally would probably suggest that slicing breasts in half can be hazardous to the health of the person attached, and probably to the health of the slicer if the person attached has her way.  we do not recommend trying this at home.  This drawing is for educational purposes only.

Practitioners of safe breast torture never see most of this stuff.  If you have seen one or more breasts from this perspective, I highly recommend that you pay very close attention to everything that you read in this primer - particularly if you ever make it out of medical school or your state's penitentiary.

Since we all agree that boobs are beautiful, the slight modification I'm going to use should be easy enough to adapt to.  That modification is, "Booby is only skin deep."  "Booby is only skin deep" is the cardinal rule of breast torture for all you budding breast punishers out there.  Any time you and your wife, girlfriend, next-door-neighbor, slave, or professional escort of the day get together over tea and crumpets for a little mindless afternoon BDSM, always make certain that nothing you do harms anything beneath the naked covering that you can see with the naked eye. 

The innards of breasts are made up of an assortment of fat, glands, ductwork, veins, and other odds and ends that don't take kindly to being treated disrespectfully.  Remember, female breasts are called female for a very good reason, and are as affected by hormones as everyone with that particular chromosome pattern (boy, am I going to take heat for that one).  If you damage any of these underlying parts, titties often swell up and start to resemble granite or some similar metamorphic rock, scream and yell, refuse to do your laundry, call the F.B.I., turn into alien beings, or some combination of these. 

The three parts that can take a bit of punishment without ruining your day, however, are the nipple, the areola, and the skin.  (Yes, I know that these parts are all made of skin.  It's called poetic license, roll with me here...)

The nipple and areola, depicted to your left being crunched between a pair of vampire glove-covered fingers, are the darker parts of the breast.  They are generally located at the very tip of the breast, and are therefore the closest thing to you when you're looking for something to grab, bite, or otherwise torment.  They are also, by and large, the most popular part of the breast, though we find that they don't jiggle nearly as well without all the other stuff beneath them.  They range in normal color from various shades of brown to various shades of red and pink.  Blue and purple come later.

These little parts are actually quite tough, as they were originally designed to be sucked, chewed, clawed, pinched and otherwise mauled by little children who have no idea what tit torture is, yet accomplish it with a skill that would humble the most accomplished Master on the planet. 

Some people would argue that, since little children don't have teeth, they couldn't possibly do anything that would hurt.  Try asking a nursing mom about the accuracy of that statement sometime.  Once she's removed her knuckles from what remains of your teeth, she will explain otherwise, I assure you.  Think on it just a minute.   Kids are capable of destroying anything.  In fact, if our government would simply tell children that all the video games that they could ever want lie just beyond enemy lines, our next war would only last 5.3 minutes at the outside.  But I digress.

One would think that one small nipple and areola would have little chance against this type of destructive force, but there they are, just waiting for your clamps and nipple stretchers, proving that they are very tough indeed.

In actuality, the nipple is just crammed full of nerves and can be very sensitive.  Great care should be taken when torturing a nipple to make certain that the torturee gives some kind of informed consent to whatever nasty that you're perpetrating on it.  Even if your love slave claims to have released her entire being to you and is begging profusely for you to use the Cuisinart, keep in mind that hindsight is always twenty-twenty.  She may not be quite as cooperative the next time once the white-hot skewer of doom is removed and she's had time to realize the extent of damage your Dom-deeds have done.

The areola on the other hand, is arguably less sensitive in some ways than any other part of the breast, including the nipple and the white meat.  You might consider this in your travels, as it is in basically the same vicinity, and of similar coloration, as the nipple, and so can be used as a willing substitute for many activities, particularly when cold or really excited, at which time it becomes very hard, crinkly, and chewable.   This was the part that was actually meant to be addressed by your ankle biting children.  It's just very difficult explaining that to creatures that drool, spit up and poop for entertainment.

If you watch a curtain crawling infant in action on an unsuspecting breast, they're really gumming for all their worth on the areola, trying as best as their screaming little mouths will allow to pump from a reservoir of milk that gathers just beneath it and squeeze dinner up through the nipple.  Rumor has it that some really enthusiastic moms will keep breast feeding their kids well past the time when their children get teeth, into their college years and sometimes into dentures.  If these lucky little children were gnawing directly on their mom's nipples with their pearly whites, do you really think they'd be drinking anything besides Similac or  Enfamil?  Got milk?  Not out of my tit you don't!

Now that I've covered the working parts that you'll be playing with, let's move on to the rest.

The white meat, otherwise referred to as "skin," is typically known as the boob and makes up the majority of the outer covering of a love mound.  In some ways it is very sensitive to touch and other light stimulus while in others it is pretty much capable of taking on whatever your sadistic heart desires.   Many women claim that they can handle tough stuff with their areola more easily than the rest of their boobs, particularly the bottom half that is rather like the dark side of the moon and hardly ever sees the light of day, unless you're lucky enough to have a slave that frequently cavorts topless in the outdoors.

If you're concerned about your partner's enjoyment, I'd suggest experimenting on the gentle side at first.  If you'd rather not experiment, breast skin folds very nicely between the hungry jaws of a clothespin.

As I've mentioned, inside your garden variety breast there are all sorts of things you'd probably rather not see.  That's why the creator in his or her infinite wisdom hid it all so smartly behind such an attractive cover. 

I took my thirteen-year-old to the science museum recently, and he dashed straight to the anatomy section, being the testosterone-laden adolescent that he is.  At first he asked if he could take home pictures and scale models of the naked twenty-something-year-old homo-sapiens female that they had in full three-dimensional plastic splendor.  That was until the display rotated around to reveal the same plastic woman with an equally three dimensional plastic cut away version of the same breast that looked something like the anatomy pic above.

Since they didn't have a cut away of her cute heart-shaped ass, he immediately converted, rather palely, from being a tit man like his dad, to a butt man like his brother.  Personally, I was thankful they didn't have that ass cut away or he may have developed gender preference issues.

Anyway, inside the candy coating are predominantly milk glands, fat tissue, and lymph nodes.  The more fat, the bigger the tit, so you folks that like 'em big might want to keep your cholesterol in mind.  As for all these glandy-duct-fat-things, most of them can rupture if handled improperly.  Busted fat tissue can harden into lumpy things that confuse doctors and x-rays and scare the pee out of most women.  Mishandled milk glands can hamper milk production and cause other nasty problems.  Lymph nodes, though certainly there for some important purpose, are the site of one of the meanest cancer problems around, and once infected, frequently spread cancer through a body like a bad chain letter.

In summary, regardless of the color of the breast part that you're about to rope, clamp, pierce, or otherwise perpatrate on, remember most importantly that you want to concentrate your efforts on the candy coating outside and not the soft middle inside.  I'll discuss how different types of torture can be directed at these candy parts shortly, and what can be done that might be safe for the deeper stuff.  So don’t worry all you fledgling Marquis de Sade and “O”s out there, that leaves plenty of room for use of the safe word, as we'll soon see.

! - Serious problems, ranging from fibroadenoma to breast cancer, are very real issues when it comes to playing fast and rough with breasts.   Any damage to the inner workings of a breast places the woman at risk.  Skin is made to take certain amount of abuse, and nipples and areola are made, within reason, for even more, particularly in a rug rat biting and sucking on them until they’re numb sort of way, but, you do not want to do anything that will bruise, cut, pierce or otherwise cause damage below skin level!

Now that we've covered the scientific part of our primer and given you all sorts of subliminal reasons to surf for one of the gazillions of articles on breast health out there, I'll move on to the real reason you're here - that being the types of tit torture and how to go about doing them.   Keep in mind that this is an educational piece of literature.  Please keep both of your hands on the keyboard and remember that all of the large pictures that pop up when you click on the small ones are purely for scientific and educational purposes or, like the nipple and areola close-up on the right, for the assistance of the visually impaired.

When folks talk about torturing tits they likely have any number of goals in mind, usually depending upon whether you're the torturer or the torturee.  Sometimes those goals coincide, and sometimes they don't.  Provided everyone is in agreement that they're getting something sexually, psychologically, or financially profitable out of the deal, common goals aren't necessarily important.

For the receiver - generally the person that is bound helplessly and has the breasts that are being physically assailed - one might be striving for the achievement of something referred to as "sub-space."  Sub-space is a state of consciousness that some women achieve whereby the pain caused by having torture inflicted on their tits, generally coupled with some type of pleasurable stimulation located between their legs, transforms into an even stronger form of pleasure.  Having never been a sub, and having been deprived of breasts well into the early stages of cell division, I can only take the words of those women that seek this transcendental state, and work to help get their endorphins into such a tizzy that taking to their breasts with a chain saw would result in an orgasm that rivals the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. 

"What are endorphins," you ask.  Well, endorphins are chemicals that come out in gangs and go square-dancing through some parts of your brain when other body parts are screaming "ouch!"  For the sake of this primer, the "ouch" screamers would be a breast or nipple.  Endorphins are rather like Henry Kissinger in his hey-day, basically convincing your brain that what the tortured body part really means is, "Please, sir, may I have another?"

In scientific terms, endorphins are small-chain peptides that activate opiate receptors, producing feeling of well-being, tolerance to pain, and so on.  According to the experts, these compounds are hundreds or even thousands of times more potent than morphine.   For our purposes, endorphins can go beyond just the sensation of euphoria to feelings of "flying," "floating," "loss of will" and to "psychic connection" with the Master or dealer of torment that can last for hours, or supposedly days, after the event. 

This condition of erotically altered consciousness is called "sub-space." 

Now, aside from this spiritual enlightenment, other women simply enjoy seeing their Master, husband, john, or boss enjoying him or herself and are willing to submit to whatever forms of torment their partner cares to lavish upon them, getting off on their partner's fun pretty much the same way all of us get off on getting our partner off, assuming that is something we all do. 

Most find themselves somewhere between these two states of being.

As for the giver - generally the person doing notorious things to the breasts of the female person that's tied up and helpless - the goal may be to launch his partner into sub-space while getting his or her rocks off by watching her boobs bounce like big super balls.  It may be a power thing, where he or she gets a thrill from being in total control over his or her slave's bod.  Knowing that this pair of tits are the most precious commodity that he or she has been entrusted to abuse to the razor's edge makes the tormentor's life a spiritual high... or something like that.  Personally, I'll leave the psychological reasoning for your enjoyment of such things to you and your counselor.  I'm a visual guy myself and just like to see boobs bouncing and being contorted into pretzel-like shapes.

It's the simple things in life, you know...

I know, "Get on with it, Nicholson!"  Patience is a virtue, people.  Of course, if you're here, I don't guess you're terribly interested in your typical virtuous kind of stuff, are you? 

Then again, maybe you are at that. 

The first torture on our list actually happens to be one that has been used over the centuries as a means of either proving virtue, enforcing it, or pretending one or the other as an excuse to torture a hot set of hooters.  That torment would be flagellation, otherwise known as whipping, flogging, caning, spanking, slapping, and a variety of other -ing words.   Smacking people with flexible striking things has been used as a means of punishing and/or re-establishing the pure motivation of both men and women who might have committed such things as adultery or fornication, thinking about adultery or fornication, or even being thought to be thinking about adultery or fornication.  This has been the case since virtue was first considered fashionable, sometime around 0.75 A.D. 

Even people that were already considered decent and pure on the moral Richter Scale, such as monks, priests, rabbis and barbers, used self-flogging as a means of insuring that they remained chaste and otherwise boring to the opposite sex.  This was known as scourging and was particularly popular at cocktail parties back in the 13th century.

In point of fact, whipping and caning are still used in some countries of the world today as a means of punishing persons that commit crimes that have anything vaguely to do with sex, such as looking at a woman's ankles, though generally only in those countries considered less civilized by most of the more modern, nuclear bomb, biological warfare, and death-by-injection, crowd.  Granted, your typical Crusades and Spanish Inquisition era beatings were generally directed at the backside, a whole different fetish, but there have been many instances, such as the Salem Witch trials and other more modern festivities, that called for deliberately directing such attention at the front sides, particularly the female bosoms, as a means of reminding women of the sins and transgressions that they had forgotten they had, generally because they never had them.

Regardless of the reason, it is thought that beating breasts with slender objects as a means of someone's sexual stimulation has been a popular pastime since the days when prehistoric men used pterodactyl fingers on the women they'd dragged by the hair into their caves.  Truthfully, the origin of flogging in its current incarnation, as a means of getting one's rocks off, isn't really known.  The first known written account was published in the fifteenth century.  It told of a man who could only enjoy sex if he'd first been beaten to the point of bleeding with a whip that had first been soaked in vinegar.   And, before you ask, that's something we haven't tried yet, but we'll look into it.

History aside, this type of activity is generally the most fun for those folks who like to watch boobs bounce.  You know who you are.  You're the ones that play re-runs of Bay Watch back in slow motion when the bikini-clad lifeguards are running on the beach.   For you boob-bouncing lovers out there, the key to successful and safe tit-bouncing tit whipping is in the device, and the size of the tit, of course.

As you can see in the picture, a firm 36D has been caught in digital splendor in mid-lift with a device called a slapper.  It has a long flexible leather handle that tapers into a wide, flat spanking surface that is made of two pieces of leather.  The wide head sinks into a larger portion of the breast, spreading the impact out over a larger area of skin, allowing the outside of the breast to bear the rather stinging burden of the blow.  With the proper follow-through, the breast can be lifted or pushed so that it bounces pretty wildly as it recoils back into place just in time for the next boob-jarring slap.

As an added attraction, the dual leather flappers slap together on impact, adding to the satisfying, stinging smack sound you get when leather meets skin. 

After a good solid spanking with a slapper, you end up with a pair of pleasantly reddened and burning tits without much risk of internal mayhem.  Many people use riding crops to achieve the same purpose.  Most horse crops are made with a single piece of leather at the head that wraps back on itself so that it, too, makes noise just as a side effect of its use.  Crops are generally smaller and stiffer, however, so greater care needs to be used in order to make certain you're just bopping skin and nipples and not busting ducts and stuff.  You'll notice how Raven's breasts are turning a pleasant shade of red, and that after only four smacks.  Life is good.

If the goal is less bounce and more color, there are all sorts of wonderful devices out there.  Horse-hair whips are great fun, because you don't have to worry nearly as much about the soft parts inside as you sting the heck out of your targets and turn them whatever shade of crimson you're looking for.   Her skin may be in for a rough ride, but that'll be about it. 

A step up from horsehair and similar types of whips is the ingenious little device known as a cat-o-nine tails.  These have been around for centuries, thank goodness.  They're made of everything from soft suede to braided leather, with an ouch factorthat runs anywhere from "you'll wear your arm out before I scream" to "ohshitsohshit!"  They're all fun and profitable, but keep in mind that the harder the leather in the tails, the more careful you need to be with what's bouncing beneath them.  Christine is rather partial to the braided whip, a device that was specifically designed for her creamy tits sometime right after the seventh day of creation, if I remember my history correctly.

Leaving welts and stripe marks is another worthwhile goal of many breast-beaters.  Leaving welts and red marks generally entails a significantly higher ouch factor, and done improperly can make your faithful slave's tits into Jell-O.  Done with skill, however, you can make a full breast look like it's just spent time in a waffle iron without great risk to anything but the candy coating. 

The first experience I had with what we'll refer to as caning (because that's how everyone else refers to it), was during the Spare the Rod shoot.  That was in our first year, and some of us weren't quite as knowledgeable and talented as we are now (me).  Others of us were just frappin' bullheaded and wouldn't admit that her tits were being beaten to a pulp because we needed the shots for the story I'd written (Christine).  The birch branch was a lot of fun, and made really neat welts between bounces until I realized that her screams could be translated into, "YousonofabitchI'mgoingtoripyourballs offandfeedthemtoyou!"

Needless to say, the shoot was rather short-lived after that. 

If you're looking at making red marks and other colored welty-looking things on your breasts du jour, the trick is to use something thin that doesn't impact deeply.  Back-to-nature people might consider a thin willow branch like your mom used to take to your butt for back-talking for the job.  Otherwise, a thin dowel or an electrical cord will work wonders.  "Fuck, Goddamn, Holy Shit, really!?" you say?  Yeah, baby!  We're talking about stinging like a nest of wasps on road rash, but if it toots everyone's horns, then the only limits are the ones set by you and the owner of the future criss-cross patterned tits.

If you're really into fun and games, a rubbing alcohol breast bath, purely for health reasons of course, is quite the treat afterward. 

! - Striking the breasts with anything should be done with extreme care.  This is one of the single most dangerous BDSM activities if not done by someone that is skilled and well attuned to his/her partner's body language.  Never strike a breast with any deep blows and be careful that any bouncing that occurs is within the normal range of motion for your partner were she jogging or otherwise engaged in a natural breast-bouncing activity.  Also be aware that even skin-deep spanking can result in broken capillaries and/or a loss of sensation in the nipples if carried to an extreme.  Any activity that breaks the skin could also result in scarring that may not disappear with time, so make certain that your partner consents to living with battle scars if caning is your thing.  Oh - yes, I know that man and dinosaurs never really existed together, but it made for another humorous anecdote, O.K.

Nipple clamps and clips come in all sorts of sizes, shapes, styles, strengths, and denominations.  The most predominant, and the most popular with folks new to the scene, regardless of gender, is the age-old clothespin.  Clothespins are cheap, come in a variety of colors and materials, and can usually be found around the house - generally in huge quantities.  They can be applied singly to the nipple, or in such a manner as to hide the entire breast, thus putting the hapless gal into a coma.  Basically, clothespins are a staple of any red-blooded (enter the country of your choice here) tit torturer's arsenal of goodies.

Clothespins, like other clamps and clips made especially for nipples, can be adjusted simply by bending the tension spring one way or another.  When applied to the whites or areola, most women can tolerate a clothespin, particularly if enough flesh is stuffed between the little jaws.  The less flesh, the harder the pinch.  Recalling our earlier chat about the scientific stuff, one can reason that applying a tight clothespin directly to the nipple itself might result in something rather ear-splitting, so proceed with care, or with a gag, depending on your preference, or consider applying your clamp so that part of the areola takes the brunt of the pressure.

One interesting and eye-popping use of clothespins is called "The Zipper."  In this variation of multiple clothespinning, the lucky pinner attaches a row of clothespins in a line around or across the breast, either focusing only on the white meat or including the tasty dark parts as well.  These clothespins are all attached to each other by means of a cord that's been knotted through holes that have been drilled in one leg of each pin.  When the "go" signal is given, the person in charge yanks on the cord from one end, pulling the clothespins free in quick succession.  Not only will this erotically engage the senses of even the most endorphin-challenged little lady, but it sounds a lot like a a zipper.   Hence the name "Zipper," as opposed to "The Velcro," or "The Button-Fly."

Another very popular clamp is called the clover clamp, or Chinese clover if you prefer. Originally, clovers were designed to hold two pieces of cloth together as they were being hand-stitched.  The unique design of the clover clamp causes it to actually tighten when it's tugged on, so that the cloth won't pull free from the clamp when the little Chinese lady pulls on it.  You can just imagine how much fun a pair of these connected by a chain might be.  If you want someone else to do the construction work for you, you can order them pre-assembled from any one of the trillions of adult supply places on the Internet.  If you're a do-it-yourselfer, take your little lady to a well stocked sewing supply and down a dark aisle to try them out on her before you buy - just make sure you've applied the duct tape first in case she squeals.  Dang those Chinese guys were devious.

While we're on the subject of turning sewing supplies into ruthless devices of torture, let's not forget about the bodkin. 

Folks in the know call them "tweezer clips," but they, like their clover buddies, can be found in any sewing supply and were originally designed for the same reason as clovers.  Unlike the clovers, which are spring loaded, the bodkin is basically just a tweezer with an "o" ring that slides up its length, tightening it to your desired specs.  Another really diabolical thing about the bodkin is that it has a couple of really sharp little teeth on each jaw that embed into pert flesh really nicely for that little extra-special touch that tells her how much you really love her.

Most of the adult supply houses that call them "tweezer clips," cover the teeth with little rubber things, but you now know that removing the little rubber doohickies can be a lot more fun, huh?

As I've said, there are all sorts of gizmos that can be used to clamp nipples and their surrounds.  We've used hair clips (you know, those things that look like Jaws on steroids), kitchen bag clips, campers' clotheshanging clips, and pant hangers of all descriptions.  Pant hangers are especially good if you want to add a little stretch to your fun and games.  You can use the kind with the long wooden rod that clips into the long steel rod and combine them with other clamps, like clothespins or campers clips for a mouth watering look, or just leave them alone and do whatever else comes to mind to the bound babe's trapped nips.

Another popular pastime comes with the other kind of pant hanger, the one that has the individual clamps that slide up and down the metal rod for perfect positioning.  These things usually have quite a bit of "bite" which generally makes the female bearer of the breasts yelp when they chomp down onto her tender tips.  Once you have two pert nipples crushed in the jaws of one of these things, you simply hook the hook through some rope and haul as agreed upon.  We would suggest some liberal application of clitoral stimulation as a healthy balance, particularly as you close on the Guinness Book of Records record for nipple stretching in a single session.  I think it's somewhere around eight inches.

There are other things that clamp in the dark out there, but just because they have two jaws that snap shut doesn't necessarily make them fit for consensual tit torture.  You can find most of them at your local Home Depot or Lowes Home Center. Some of these, like vice-grips, c-clamps and related carpentry tools work rather wonderfully, but I'd keep some of the others in the garage if I were you.  Most heavy-duty clamps would pretty much crush her little nips into pulp or carve them into mincemeat, neither of which are conducive to a lasting relationship.  And then there are jumper cables, the stuff of dreams for many tit torture buffs.  The thought of being able to use a pair of these babies on some lucky submissive's wind-hardened nipples just sends chills up one's spine... but maybe we shouldn't go there.

! - Clamping anything directly onto a nipple can be an extremely painful experience since nipples are composed of primarily erectile tissue, milk ducts, and nerve endings.  Always consider applying clamps so that they are either completely behind the nipple where it connects with the areola, or at least partially so.  Also remember that nipple sensitivity varies throughout any given month, and what may be acceptable on one day may not work the next.  Oh, and it goes without saying that jumper cables were made for biting into lead poles, not nipples.  Leave them in the garage and away from breasts.
 

The third most popular torture surveyed (taken in a pseudo-somewhat-scientific poll with a margin of error of plus or minus 3.614%) is breast and nipple bondage itself.  Breast binding and nipple binding can be done for a variety of reasons - using tits and tips to secure your helpless victim instead of tying their wrists and ankles; wrapping your favorite breast or nipple just  for looks, either because of the squeezed appearance or because they tend to resemble a variety of edible fruits as they darken; or in order to inflict a more subtle pain as sub-space approaches.  Regardless of the reason, binding, like clamping, remains very high on the woody scale among the majority of BDSM fiends.

Sometimes, tying your favorite torturee by the wrists and ankles just doesn't have quite the appeal or intellectual challenge that tying them in other ways might.  Sure, they won't escape from a well-tied set of knots around the limbs, but keeping them in place with the fear that attempted escape might divest them of their most prized possessions has its own pleasant appeal, don't you think?  You can either tie them using the whole breast method, giving them every reason to believe their melons would burst if they struggle, or, for the truly adept, you can ruthlessly bind a pair of nipples so that every hope of freedom rests on their being stretched beyond tolerance or popped free of their breast like a wine cork straight out of Napa Valley. Then there's the trick for the really talented, four nooses strategically placed with a gag to muffle the squealing, kind of like we've demonstrated on Skye.

A lot of people get into tit and nipple binding for the look.  Frankly, the color purple just does it for a whole lot of folks out there. 

When you're trying to make 'em resemble fruits you need to remember a few things, though.  First, fruits were made to look like fruits for a long time, at least until they're eaten.   Breasts, on the other hand, should only look like plums and nipples like raspberries for short periods of time.  Depending on the expert you consult, the color purple in a breast can signify one of two things.  The first is that only the skin has been deprived of oxygen, in which case it can go for upward of ten or fifteen minutes, during which time you can lather it with whipped cream and bob for apples for a while.

The second theory is that not only are you keeping the healthy red stuff from the candy coating, but you're also depriving some of the inner stuff we're supposed to be careful with.  Our private pseudo-scientific survey aside, I haven't been able to find any scientific studies of bound breasts.  Common wisdom suggests that you not leave bosoms wrapped in such a state for longer than five minutes.  I guess the total time would depend on how purple you want to make them, whether their owner is flailing about and looking as if she is about to explode, or whether or not your tongue sticks to her tits like a frosty pole in the Swiss Alps if you lick them.

Based on the almost scientific survey that we conducted, most everyone has an affinity for nipples.  That said, it should be known that nipples do bind rather well, though they tend to resemble much smaller fruits such as raspberries and blueberries.  Nipples can be tied with all sorts of things, from twine and thread, to wire, rubber bands, garbage-bag ties and eye-glass holders.  There are a lot of nipple-related bindy products out there, too.  Allowing nipples to become fruit-like will generally work for longer durations, though much depends on just how tightly you wrap the little beggars.

A good rule of thumb would be, if a nipple looks pretty much like an everyday nipple, you have most of the day ahead of you.  If it starts to look like the raspberry pictured above, you might want to start limiting the time a bit.  If it begins to resemble a blueberry, I'd say your time is running thin, and if blackberry is the first word that pops from your lips during a word association game, it's time to introduce your little friend to the world of new blood, pronto - and get ready for one of those ear-piercing squeals.   Oh, and folks, it doesn't count if you've covered them with whipped cream to the point that you can't tell the color, you're still responsible for licking them clean enough to check.

A neat little trick that we developed early on in our quest to find things that were a little different is one that we like to refer to as "meatballing."  Meatballing a nipple actually refers to binding them so that we include as much of the areola as we can, instead of just the the nipple.  This balls up all the dark parts into one delectible bite, much like a meatball.  Meatballs have the advantage of giving you something to play cowboy with that isn't quite as sensitive as the just nipple itself, yet has the nipple at your disposal.  Meatballs are great to use when you're in the mood for a combination of effect.

You have plain meatballs, clamped meatballs, and pierced meatballs.  Add your favorite topping and you have, meatballs a la mode, honey-glazed meatballs, and don't forget the ever popular spaghetti and meatballs.  True, the sauce might be a little messy, but there's nothing better than biting into a tasty morsel covered in Ragu.

One of the great mysteries and fantasies of breast binding is known as suspension.  It is the ultimate rush for folks that simply want some sweet young thing to hang around a while longer.  If you ever find a sub that'll do this, hang on to her.  Suspend everything else you want to do and take advantage of her rare gifts.  Dangle whatever payment she wants in front of her.  Swing... Are you groaning yet?  We'll if not, she will be.  Breast suspension looks like a lot of fun for everyone.  She's secured completely by her tits, they turn about the color of midnight in the Sahara, and she is totally helpless against whatever else you might want to do with her, most frequently a liberal application of some low impact flogging device.

Contrary to popular opinion, there are many women that have tried this, and have made it to sub-space as fast as if they'd taken the Concorde from one side of Rhode Island to the other.  So with that in mind, let's talk, shall we?

Rule number one is to remember that "Booby is only skin deep."  If you and your exuberant partner are going to try this, the key is to try to make certain that all of the weight that is being taken on by her breast doesn't put significant pressure on the creamy insides.  This is not an easy task.  Take it very slow.  In fact, the safest way to accomplish this is to make sure she has more fail-safes than most nuclear weaponry deployment facilities.  It's always better to create a rope harness that'll let the rest of her fine upper torso share some of the weight, instead of just wrapping her two darlings all by their lonesome.

Even better still, you might want to harness her and shackle her wrists so that she can choose to help support her weight by her arms if need be.  Once she's harnessed and mancaled safely, let her stand on a step stool and lower herself at her own pace until her breasts begin to take up the burden.  Be ready to jump in the moment she says, "Whoa, Hoss!" or blurts out whatever safe word she's whispered lovingly into your ear.  Finally, remember that you're as responsible for her well-being as she is, even if she tells you to slap the horse out from under her and dangle her by her tits like soap on a rope.  Once breast tissue and supporting things are separated from the chest wall, you've messed up big time and added about thirty years worth of sag to your lovely partner's tatas. 

If you're one of those folks that doesn't read the instructions, we'll cross our fingers for you and the little lady. We've heard and seen a few that have dangled in sub-space with nary a worry, and we're certainly not trying to rain on your personal little parade, but you never know what time might drop in your lap later down the road.  In the words of some TV show person from years ago, we can only say, "Be careful out there."

! - Are you even surprised at this exclamation point?  Let's see... you risk nerve and tissue damage if you decide to leave rubber bands, ropes and other bindings in place too long, even with the simplest breast or nipple binding.  Keep in mind that any binding of the nipples and areola, particularly with rubber bands or other deep-biting constrictions, will tend to deaden the area the longer the binding is left in place.  If you combine the binding with something else, such as piercing, clamping, or biting, it's very important that you take this in consideration when guaging the potential for damage. 

As far as breast binding is concerned, you're looking at internal stress, rupturing and stretch marks if you play ride-'em cowboy with suspension.  Even if it seems like everything's a go, you may be causing problems.  If you don't pay attention to the warnings and instructions, you often break things.  Frankly, we recommend against ever using breasts as the sole means of suspension, ever.  If you decide you just have to try it, make certain that the person behing suspended is physically fit and not overweight.  The heavier the girl, the greater the risk of injury.  'Nuff said?

Thinking about adding a little juice to things are you?  Electricity is nothing to fool around with boys and girls, but if you're willing to invest some money on the proper gadgets and develop a knowledge of how Reddy Kilowatt ® works, you have the makings of one hell of a screaming orgasm.  If you'd rather cut corners and experiment without reading up on things, you have the makings a liberal application of prescription burn ointment to parts that weren't intended to be french fried - at best, and some really scary CPR practice, an embarrassing explanation to the local constabulary and paramedics, a pair of gut-wrenching notes from her family's attorney and the local D.A. - at worse. 

There are three ways of using electricity on titties safely and with confidence.  The first two involve gadgets that can be a little expensive, but are well worth the money.  The third is fairly cheap, but a bit more risky.  We'll talk about all three just because we're completists, but we're giving you fair warning now, if you decide to go the bargain basement route through door number three, they're your tits - don't blame me. 

Now, if you don't learn anything else about electricity, learn this:  Current travels from a positive terminal through a conductor to a negative terminal.  If the positive terminal is on one side of the nipple, and the negative terminal is on the other side of the same nipple, then you get juice that runs from one wire, through the nipple, to the other wire, zapping everything in between with fairly safe certainty.  Yep, the skin is the conductor.  Now, let's say we place one wire on one nipple and one on the other nipple.  I mean, they look like little battery terminals, don't they?  It only makes sense, right?  WRONG.

Remember what your conductor is... the skin.  That said, where is that electricity going?  Down one of the hill twins, across the chest, up the other hill twin into the nipple.  But what lies just to the left of the center and about three or four inches out of sight beneath the golden valley between the hills.  It's called the heart.

Stay with me here.  Now, what some folks don't know is that the heart is run by electricity, and if you introduce a foreign electric current into the heart, you disrupt its natural current creating what?  You guessed it, a heart attack.  100 out of 100 times that this happens, great sex crashes and burns rather badly, while many out those 100 times you can bank on finding yourself wearing steel bracelets and unfashionable striped clothing for making your partner into one of the formerly living.

True, if you use the gadgets we'll be taking about, the current isn't all that great, a whopping 12 volts or less to be exact, but would you want to risk your plaything's life, your freedom outside of bars, and your choice of gender orientation when you can really do a much more ruthless job safely?  And would you even think about zapping the standard 120 volts (or whatever passes for garden variety household current in your neck of the globe) through your own chest?  That's right, don't even think about it.

So, now that we've learned the basic no-nos of electrical play, let's look at how to go about french frying titties and nipples safely in the comfort of your own home or back yard.

The first gadget we'll be looking at is called a TENS unit.  TENS stands for Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator.  They are used to control muscle-related pain by sending variable electrical pulses through the muscle tissue in order to stimulate muscle contraction and relaxation.  In layman tit torturer's terms, they shoot concentrated electrical jolts wherever you want to shoot them through, nipples and breasts would be my guess here.  Of course it didn't take long for some budding sexual genius to make a leap of logic and start to apply these gismos in an orgasmically-related manner.

TENS units come in all sorts of configurations, but you'll be looking for one that has four little wire electrodes that plug into a box that has a couple of rheostatic controls.  Rheostats are the controller knobs that increase or decrease the amount of current that goes through the wire electrodes.  With the unit, you can hook up a pair of luscious boobs and, with only a twelve volt battery, make them dance to the music.   The units I've used come with little pads that stick on to the skin after the electrodes are inserted into them.  Once the sticky pads are in place, you turn the rheostats and, voila, you're cooking with electricity.  The TENS unit send out pulses as often as you like, from about a second and longer; in strengths that you like, from a mild little teasing tickle that will get your baby humming to a sizzling nipple-crackling and back arching jolt.

There's no reason you can't get a little creative with your new toy, folks.  Those little sticky pads wear out, get boring, and aren't real good about strategic placement at times.  If you don't mind buying some extra wires, you can strip the little rods off of the end of the leads and get really inventive by replacing them with alligator clips.  Clamp the positive sides somewhere into her unsuspecting areola and let the negative sides feast on her nipple and then crackle as desired.  Or if you care to be a little different (and a touch less sadistic), wrap a wire around her nipple and attach one lead to the end of the wire and the other to her fleshy battery terminal with a less toothy clamp, say a bodkin.  Then just give her a buzz.

Any way you fry it, you can tease both breasts at once without any of your new love voltage drilling through heartbreak valley between the mountains of despair and into her heart, if you get my drift.

Gadget number two actually uses charged electric particles instead of regular current.  These play toys, called Violet Wands, resemble vibrators on steroids and have all kinds of futuristic looking attachments that glow and look a lot like those sparky things that mad scientists use in all the old horror movies.  Violet Wands "transform" standard household current through what is called a Tesla coil.  The fun end of the wand is a detachable glass tube filled with Argon gas.  When Argon is excited by a high voltage, it glows with a purple color, hence the name Violet Wand.

Because the electricity is going through the glass attachment there isn 't a direct connection from the nipple or breast of choice to your wall outlet, which, as another person once said, "is a good thing since you want her eyes to be wide open, not popped out of their sockets."  Unlike the TENS, which is made to travel into muscles, the Violet Wand is designed to stimulate skin. So, by and large, it is pretty safe.  You want to keep it away from eyes and out of orifices, and you might keep in mind that it can still leave a tender breast with something resembling a nasty sunburn if you over do it.  Keep the Solarcain nearby.

The last semi-acceptable way of adding spark to your romance is through the use of a low voltage and low amperage battery powered transformer like you'd find in a kids battery powered train set.  Have you caught the emphasis?  You do not ever want to try anything that plugs directly into a wall socket, even a transformer.  "But, Mr. Nicholson, Sir, one low-voltage transformer's as good as another, isn't it?" Nope!

What do you think might happen if the gizzards of a wall-socket transformer should melt down while your lady's tits are hooked up like Frankenstein's daughter?  That comfy 12 volts would probably jump right back up to the ugly 120 volts, that's what.   Remember the notes I mentioned earlier from the family attorney and the D.A.? 

You can use a low-voltage battery-powered transformer with a rheostatic control pretty much the same way you'd use the TENS unit.  If you strip the wires so they're exposed, you can attach one to some kind of nipple clamp, put it on the appropriate nipple and brush the other wire lightly around the same nipple, areola, or white meat.  There are all sorts of variations on this theme, but remember what I said at the beginning of this electrifying chapter - this one is still a little riskier than the others because the others are designed to do what they do.  Make sure you play with one nipple at a time and you should be O.K., but even so, you do it at her own risk, bucko.

! - Did you even need to ask?  I would hope that we've covered the extreme risk that you're dealing with if you use anything remotely resembling household current.  Many BDSM clubs won't even allow electrical play of any kind above the waist, battery or no.  Make sure you know what you're doing.  Make sure you use a low voltage, low amperage device, and make sure that both your wires stay on one breast or the other.  I repeat, NEVER do anything that allows current to travel from one side of the chest to the other.  NEVER, NEVER EVER!  Get it?!  Also, just because you're doing all that right, electricity will still burn.  As with anything I'm talking about, listen to your partner. If she squeaks the safe word, or you hear that special yelp that means, "Oh, shit," stop!
 

Needles and pins and skewers, oh my!  I bet that Dorothy never did any of this in Oz.  But if she did, let's hope the Scarecrow did his homework first.  For you lucky folks, I have a few pointers... get it... pointers... Oh, well, anyway...

Let's talk about sterility, shall we?  Regardless of what you poke into her perky little pink buttons of joy, you need to make danged well sure that it's sterile, that is, free from germs, dirt, and other microscopic nasties.  If not, she could end up with infections, tetanus, or in the case of pokers used for similar activity in the past, hepatitis, AIDS or STDs - some of which might be worthy of a retaliatory letter-bomb in your mailbox or underwear.  In the case of hypodermic and acupuncture needles, they are typically purchased sealed, usually sterile and, if left that way until it's time to play, will remain safe until you use them, as long as you just use them once.

There really isn't a need to re-use these.  You can get them in fairly large quantities and they range from extra-fine - the kind that would make a bee sting seem like amputation in comparison - to damn near PVC pipe-sized.  Needles are measured by guage.  The smaller the guage, the larger the needle diameter, the bigger the "ouch" factor.  In order to give you an idea of what I'm talking about, most hypodermic needles run from 32 guage (extra fine insulin needles, for example) to 16 guage (tetanus and Hepatitus-type shots.)  Piercing needles, used for actual body piercing, are typically 14 to 8 guage, though some really adventurous types have gone as large as 4 and 2 guage.  That, friends and neighbors, is about half to two-thirds the width of your typical love bud and should more than meet the needs of even the most die-hard hole-punchers out there. 

My point is, whatever look or effect your stabbing for is possible with sterile needles made for the purpose of poking through skin, so it's really not necessary to use things found at the local Ace Hardware store or railroad supply yard.

If you do decide to re-use any of these, or to use anything else - safety pins, straight pins, tacks, nails, barbecue skewers, railroad spikes, or sharpened PVC - at minimum you should always make certain that you swab them down with diluted bleach.  Boiling them for twenty minutes or so is even better, and putting them in a pressure cooker for about half an hour before you slip them into some wanton nipple is about the best.  Some folks that are really big into piercing body parts buy something called an autoclave.  They generally do this right before they start medical school and after they've taken out a rather large loan, but if you really want to be safe you'll know you're in good company.

The safest thing to do after you've used them once, though, is to dump all your little pokey things in a needle-proof location and trash them.  If you still choose to hang on to your gold-plated railroad spike of joy, wipe it down after you use it and then boil it like the dickens before you use it again (have I said this already?) and only use it on the same person.

Not only should you sterilize your implements of torment, but you should also sterilize the skin that will be the bull's eye for your love darts.  You can use iodine, rubbing alcohol, benzalkonium chloride (BAC), or any number of new disinfectant agents that have come out in recent years.   Iodine tends toward coloring skin a sort of putrid yellow, so don't think it's jaundice.

Ok, now that I've hammered on sterilization for a chapter or two, I'll talk about the Matt Nicholson Continuum of Needle Pain and Agony - The MNCNPA for short (pronounced em-en-cee-en-pee-aye).  Basically the MNCNPA works like this:

The bigger the needle thing, the worse it will hurt, and the longer a needle thing stays in the skin as it's being inserted, the worse it will hurt. 

So, if you have a teenie-weenie acupuncture needle and you poke it straight in and out of a shallow fold of skin there will be almost zero pain; while if you take a heavy gauge needle twice the thickness of those old tetanus shots and run it through the skin for several inches before letting it see daylight, she'll likely need a gag, a thick one. 

At the moment we are just talking about needles and needle things, stuff that's less than about 1/8 inch in diameter or so.  If we were to graduate to your garden variety gold-plated railroad spike of joy and proceed to pretend that her breast is the last railroad tie in the Trans-Continental Railroad, you can pretty much bet that you and the neighborhood will all be deaf by the time she's through screaming. 

I refer to the zero pain low end of my continuum as "What, is it in yet?"  I refer to the railroad spike end of the continuum as: "Holyfuckwhatthehellgoddamnareyoudoingthat's mytitnotagoddamnrailtoadtie!!!" This will soon be acknowledged as the longest word in the human BDSM lexicon, by the way.  Unfortunately for you railroad engineers out there, I do not advocate the use of railroad spikes, nor do I suggest piercing through anything but skin or nipple.  Repeat after me... "Booby is only..."  There you go.

Since we've eliminated railroad spikes and whole breast skewering from this discussion, I will lower the high end of the MNCNPA scale to a term I refer to as just "Holyfuck!"

"Holyfuck!" refers to such things as barbecue skewers, twelve penny nails, ice picks, Baby Hughie diaper pins, hypodermic needles meant for piercing elephant hide, and the like.  When engaging in "Holyfuck!" of your sub's nipples, you might want to consider having them pierced by a professional some time in advance so that you already have a round hole in which to put the round peg.  Otherwise your partner's response to a bit of innocent "Holyfuck!" play may be quite similar to...  "Holyfuckwhatthehellgoddamnareyoudoing that'smytitnotagoddamnrailtoadtie!!!"

Also keep in mind that the red flowing stuff that is likely to begin seeping out from around anything much larger than a "What, is it in yet?" sized hole is called blood.  Remarkably, there is not always a lot of this to be seen, at least until you begin to remove the fifteen rows of pink and blue hypodermic needles you've inserted in artistic symmetry up and down the length of her bound bosom.  You should expect some in the least, and more the closer to "Holyfuck!" you go. 

Most modern practitioners warn that you need to wear specialized protective garments when dealing with blood, body fluids and politicians.  Some recommend nitril gloves, others recommend gloves and face masks, and a few recommend full decontamination suits of the variety used in dealing with the African Ebola virus.  Frankly, I find these suits a bit cumbersome, and they play hell with whacking off while you admire the newly created work of art that is tied, pin-cushions forward, in front of you.  If you pay the extra $450,000.00 for the built-in remote controlled life-like pussy vibrator, you might be just fine.  Regardless, when dealing with politicians, always get the suit.

Politicians aside, if she's a regular partner I would assume that you swap all sorts of body fluids anyway, so you might ask, "Who really gives a flip?"  Well, your every day body-fluid swapping doesn't usually involve blood.  Stuff like spit and cum doesn't have quite the transfer potential that blood does, so even a partner previously believed to be safe as mom's apple pie could be more dangerous if she does happen to be harboring some bug.   If she's not a regular partner, or you use a condom more religiously than you recite your hourly prayers, some precaution might definitely be a good idea.  It's up to you to choose how much of a daredevil you want to be, but keep in mind that some of these things won't go away with antibiotics.

! - There has been no long-term research into the effects of these types of activities.  Chances are there never will be.  The threat of infection at the puncture site should always be a concern.  Sterility of the site and the instrument is not an option, so give strong consideration to using instruments created for that purpose.  In addition, not only are sealed hypodermic and acupuncture needles sterile, they have beveled points designed to puncture flesh and decrease resistance and, thus, the possibility of scarring. 

As we've already tried to emphasize, going any deeper than the skin should be avoided.  Finally, effects on nipple piercing are being constantly debated.  If you plan on nursing a child any time in your life, you may well want to research piercing options in advance or stick to decorating the areola and goodies further from the nipple with your artistic talents.  Oh, and needless to say we really don't recommend railroad spikes, sharpened PVC, barbeque skewers, and the like.  Confine your play to the smaller guages and leave the big stuff to professional body piercers.
 

When I start talking about stuff like blood, some folks begin turning a little green and find that their stomach has decided that it actively dislikes having anything inside it.  The common term for this is "squicking."  If you squicked about the stuff I talked about in the previous section, then you might want to skip down to "Waxon, Waxoff..."  or go start supper, unless it was the talk of needles and not the chatter about blood that made your guts do an end run.

Like needles, heavy flogging, and other fun things that can cause bleeding, blades can offer up a tremendous endorphin high. 

Because of this, some folks use knives and razors not only to make shreds of pesky clothing or to play antagonist in some sweet thing's rape fantasy of the day, but with the specific intent of carving happy faces, initials, or runes into a pair of fleshy round canvases.  They may like playing vampire to their partner's pert tits with the expectation that, not only was it great fun for Vlad, but it's a whole lot cheaper than most drugs and booze, is generally legal with consent, and takes garden variety-sex to Jack-in-the-beanstalk-level highs.  This is an especially popular practice with many gothic BDSMers and with folks that love their sex like they love their music, cutting edge style.

One thing to remember, though - Dracula never had to worry about AIDS; you and your partner do.

Don't worry, I'm not going to go on another sterility tirade.  You're all fast learners, I'm sure, so I'll save space by putting ditto marks here.  If I said it about needles and railroad spikes, I'll say it double here, maybe even triple.  You're talking a totally different animal when you start slicing, folks.  Keep that animal tamed by keeping it sterile or both you and your lady could end up getting bit hard and fast on the butt - or the boobs.

The first watchword for edge play of this type is "sharp."  New razor blades or scalpels are best as they make the finest cut and are less likely to scar. 

As much fun as they might look, most knives will leave a ragged cut that generally tend toward scarring, and serrated edges cut way too ragged and deep.  Scissors are nice and threatening, particularly if you pin a rising nipple between their jaws, but one sneeze and "oops!" won't begin to cover it.  They can be used, if they are extremely sharp and if you draw them backward like a blade, but I wouldn't suggest using them in their designed fashion unless you also play Russian roulette on a regular basis, in which case there are some psychiatric-type folks with lots of capital letters on the ends of their names you might wanna chat with first.

Watchword number two is "shallow."  Really shallow.  Really, really shallow.  In this case, "Booby is not even skin deep; booby is maybe like the very top layer or two of cells deep." 

If you're after blood, then you'll get it pretty quickly with a sharp, shallow cut.  Go too deep and you can really run into trouble unless you happen to be a medical school wizbang with a thorough knowledge of breast anatomy.  Even breasts have arteries, veins and nerve clusters running through them.  As much fun as playing Dr. Kildare with a pair of perky nipples might sound, cut nerves are the dickens to repair and make for a lousy end to those great sensations she used to have when you did other things to her nipples.  Also, cut too deeply, and she either gets obvious scars or, with proper surgical care and suturing, she gets smaller scars with little dot scars running up and down both sides of them.  For women who don't mind their breasts looking like hemispherical maps of World War II battlefields - and for partners that like reading such maps - I guess you can go to town, but if you change your mind afterward, don't say I didn't warn you.

! - I've pretty much said it all here.  One slip and you're looking at stitches at best, or a missing nipple at worse.  One infection and no telling what you're looking at.  Edge play like this isn't for everyone.  Make certain that you know what you're doing before you decide to try.

The use of hot wax as an instrument of tit torture is generally one of the first things on a fledgling tit torturer's list of things to do, though not quite as high up the ladder as "Find tits to torture," "Get consent to torture tits," or "Find Pliers." 

Playing with hot wax can be tons of fun, but you need to remember that hot wax is nothing more than molten chemicals, and molten anything can play havoc with the mood if you don't do it right - pretty much like everything else I've yammered about.  It's important to know that there are different kinds of waxes out there, some that work quite well for this type of venture and others that will end your play time rather abruptly.  Your primary consideration, aside from playing with titties, is temperature.  Because of this, I strongly suggest that you play with an unscented, white, paraffin candle first, for a couple of reasons.

First, paraffin is a very soft wax, which means it has a pretty low melting point. "What's that got to do with the price of nipple clamps," you ask?   Nothing, but if it melts easily, that means the wax temperature is lower, so you can coat your lover's tits like Shake and Bake pot roasts without cooking them the same way.  Natural waxes, like beeswax, have really high melting points, so the molten wax temperature is a whole lot hotter.  If you decide to start off with something like beeswax, you might as well get the soldering iron out and go for the gusto, because you're probably going to burn her any way it goes.  If she's into that, you go, guy!  Otherwise, you might keep the silver nitrate cream handy.

Another reason for white paraffin has to do with the white part.  White paraffin has no dyes or colorings.  Again with the price of nipple clamps question?  Well, dyes and colorings cause wax to hold heat longer.  If you're using paraffin, it probably isn't a big deal if you want your breasts to look bloody red, and there are ways of controlling the temperature that I'll toss at you in a bit, but it's something to consider.

The third reason has to do with the unscented part.  Scents act the same way as dyes do.  Again, if you want her paraffin coated knockers to smell like vanilla, you can probably dribble away without leaving first-degree burn marks spattered across her titties, but pay close attention to my next point. You can control the temperature of the wax by adjusting the distance you let it fall.  If you're close enough to her nipple that the wax is still mixing with the flame as it splatters, it'll be a hell of a lot hotter - pun intended, than if you let the wax fall from somewhere near the ceiling.  A couple-foot drop gives the molten stuff time to cool, but not harden.  You'd be amazed at the difference a foot or two can make.  Besides, the further away you are, the more fun it is.  Consider her nipple as the bull's eye and make a game of it.

Oh, and you might want to do the baby formula trick by first testing the wax temperature on the inside of your wrist.

Now, while I'm talking about hot stuff (other than the babe that's tied and helpless at your disposal), I think maybe I'll get to the heart of the matter and talk about fire itself.  Like other edgy forms of BDSM, fire has a place in some folks arsenal of goodies.  Most of us really don't want to cook things other than in the figurative sense, however, so if you want to tease your little plaything, give the flame a little distance.  The further from the base the cooler the fire - as if any fire is really cool.  More important is to make sure the flame is moving.  Practice on yourself by moving your hand back and forth over a burning flame, or moving the flame under your hand.  Once you're confident that you understand the thermodynamics of a flickering flame, then you can move on to the fun stuff.

If, on the other hand, you should decide that you don't want to heed this advice, maybe you ought to practice on Mr. Happy first.  That should cure you of any really sadistic ideas.

I'll close the section on temperature play with a couple quick words about ice.  Ice is a really cruel way of doing nasty things to your slave's tender parts without risking a whole lot of damage, and combining wax and ice can wonderfully confuse her and her nipple's little nerve endings like nobody's business.  One thing to be careful of is using ice straight out of the freezer, as it could stick a bit.  The other is a no brainer - make sure you don't freeze her nipples by keeping them under ice too long - say, just a few minutes, then warm 'em back up.  That in itself will drive her nuts, and as an added attraction will prevent frostbite.

Frostbite sucks, and they'll only get so hard, folks.  If you thump the little love bud after a couple of hours of icing and it shatters, you probably played too long. 

! - Wax is generally one of the safer methods of breast torture, but it doesn't come without risk.  First degree burns can and do happen, and if you choose to try hotter waxes, you could even risk second degree burning if you're not careful.  Flame play steps up the caution considerably, as fire can quickly cause burning.  Though it would take almost a deliberate act to cause third degree burns (that's charred flesh, folks), you could get lesser burns very quickly, so be very careful.  Something I didn't mention in the primary set are cigarettes, and there is a reason for this.  Snuffing a hot ember out on flesh is guaranteeing a second degree burn and playing fast and loose with worse.  We may write about it in fantasy stories, but I don't suggest it in reality.

For those of you that haven't read my Webmaster's Ramblings and already know of my own secret addiction, this next section has to come with a preface. 

My name's Matt, and I'm a breast biter.

True, I like other types of tit torture - they are tits after all - but my addiction involves teeth and nipples.  If I were a vampire, necks would become passé.  There aren't any major arteries in nipples, so I'd have to chew and suck for quite a while to get dinner - but that's a bad thing?  Maybe it's because I was bottle fed, or maybe I have an Oedipus complex because I was breast fed too long.  Heck, I need a driver's license to remember my name some mornings; there's no way I can remember that far back.  Whatever the latent childhood trauma involved, serving up breasts and nipples with a dessert topping is a form of torture enjoyed by many women and their partners, men and women alike.

The fact is, I'm not at all alone in my addiction to chewing, so there needs to be a section that deals with this type of tit torment. 

Looking at it logically, teeth are nothing more than nipple clamps with a lot more muscle and a brain backing them up.  You can adjust the pressure plus or minus at the slightest moan, squeal or squirm, and with the addition of some strategic lip and tongue action can drive both your hapless victim and yourself to the brink of orgasmic bliss simply by chomping at the right time, which makes nipple and breast biting a great way of controlling your partner during a good hard missionary-style fuck.  Even The Joy of Sex (Yeah, I'm that old, what of it?) suggests pretending that her nipples are grapes that you can bite, as long as you don't break the skin.  Who am I to argue?

That does bring up the only real concern about nipple nibbling, though, and that would be bruising or popping the grape as it were.  Bruises heal, and there are likely to be lots of them if you engage in most of the things I've discussed.

Hickies are bruises, after all, and we don't worry much about them. Breaking the skin is another story, though, and as much as it's a really incredible fantasy, it should probably be avoided by anyone that wants to the opportunity to nibble or gnaw again in the future.  Even for those folks with the sharpest of teeth, it takes some effort to bite through living skin, and typically involves some heavy grinding.  Even if both parties find this a unique means of getting the endorphin count to skyrocket, the resulting jagged laceration will likely present several problems.

First, as I mentioned when I talked about knives, jagged cuts tend to scar and don't heal cleanly.  Second, the human mouth is one really dirty hiding place for germs, many of which probably don't have proper names, and introducing these into a bite will result in a need for antibiotics, for sure.  Finally, there have been quite a few documented stories of severed nipples during the throes of a passionate love bite.  Despite our vampiric fantasies, reality suggests that we might want to retain our partner and her erogenous parts whole for another go.  Biting a nipple off could prove detrimental to that goal.

On a related note, there are other sharp body parts that can be used very effectively against a pair of unsuspecting, or very suspecting, breasts.  Fingernails.  Women have the upper hand, as it were, with the use of fingernails, but that doesn't mean us guys can't deliver a wicked pinch if we want.  Combine the arm-around-the-shoulders hand-drape-to-the-left-breast technique with the basic right-breast-nipplesucking technique and a bit of strategic between-the-leg clit rubbing, add a quick nip with a simultaneous pinch, and you have one screaming orgasm.  Just keep the same warnings in mind as I mentioned about teeth.  Fingernails can be just as nasty in the germ category. Now, go and chew!

! - You know, I pretty much covered it.  Bruises, germs, and missing nipples.  One other thing, though.  Don't forget that body fluids and microscopic things go both ways.  I didn't talk about milk producing titties, but if you happen to be indulging in a pair of them, make sure you know your partner.  It's been proven that breast milk can carry the AIDS virus.  Don't be an adult victim of the AIDS baby syndrome.

No, this isn't a section on how to torture a big beautiful woman's 46DDDs, it's the end of the show.  I know you wanted it to go on and on (and on and on), but I've got a website to produce, after all. 

Despite what you may see in the fantasy worlds of Darker Pleasures or other sites, in real-life the bottom line to all this is simple.  Be careful and have fun.  Like the saying says, "Safe, sane, consensual."

"Safe" means erring on the side of caution and testing what you plan on doing in advance, on body parts or objects more inclined toward tolerating your sadistic or masochistic urges.  Spank her little round ass with the cat-o-nine tails first, so she can get a grip on what her tits are in for.  Test the wax on your own inner wrist and then on the outer portions of her boobs before aiming for the bull's eye.  Let the tickling sensation of the electrical do-gadget caress your fingertips before you flip the switch on her breasts.  You get the idea.

There should also be an understanding that the lovely sub should have access to a safe word (or a safe signal if she's gagged) that would guarantee that Mr. or Ms. Dom will stop dead in his or her tracks, the second the word is worded or the signal is signed.

"Sane" should be self-explanatory, but given some of the wild requests I've had, I'm not going to take anything for gran