Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut Vol. 7
Foreword by Karen A. Sullivan
In Need of a Stipulation
NHPS Rule #6?
In My Mouth
Empathy For A Turkey
A One Horse Open Sleigh
12 Hours Torment
A Warm Breeze
Trucks, Clocks, and Canes
Valentine’s Torture Party
Set To Zero
Forward By Karen A. Sullivan
Author of Magical Night
I’m so pleased that Breanne wanted me to write the foreword for Tales of a Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut, Volume 7. Since reading and reviewing Volume One, I’ve become an unrepentant Tales of a NHPS junkie, which is possibly the best habit I’ve developed! Breanne Erickson is a prolific writer of her assignments, punishments, and requests from her Dominants, Dommes, and her reading public, which makes for too much fun for those of us who enjoy every deliciously titillating word. (Hint: It’s great reading with your own partner as well!)
Her “Tales” are a sumptuous feast; a look into her delightfully naughty mind and zealous sex-drive, for anyone who encounters or is fortunate enough to interact with her. You will especially want to be in the enviable position of those who unexpectedly discover her carrying out instructions. In reading her stories, you are drawn in, and completely enticed by the enchanting spell cast by Breanne’s frank, unyielding verve.
Within these pages, you will find a feast for your mind’s eye, your imaginings, and machinations, as you picture her every movement, pain, torment, and pleasure. This is an intimately detailed, description of her world, including her amusing predicaments, and her playful, accepting attitude.
Breanne Erickson pulls her readers into her world and the extremes she endures, with a tongue-in-cheek, devious, mischief making, and no-holds-barred, serendipity which can only induce you to crave more!
This book is not to be missed, especially if you want to know about the new NHPS Rule Number Six, or if you have ever wondered what ingredients are in Breanne’s own concoction of “Stinging O.”
I’ve enjoyed every word of Volume Seven. Breanne Erickson definitely has the artistic skill to draw you in as though unintended. I know you will enjoy her “Tales” as much as I do. This book, as are her others, an experience for all the senses – and I do mean all!
William Styron said, "A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it." I’ve found those words ring true about everything I’ve read from Breanne Erickson. This is a great book!
With tremendous admiration to Breanne Erickson, and my gratitude to her Editor, Michael Alexander, and my sincerest wishes for the best that life has to offer and much success -
Karen A. Sullivan
In Need of a Stipulation
Back in the days while I was in college I used to spend a lot of time on the computer. I was young, stupid, and if you’ve read my book “Coming of Age” you know all about my bad habits. I was a cyber-sex addict, doing incredibly insane stuff with a microphone at my ear and a webcam showing me from the neck down. I’d sit a few feet back from the monitor and camera so that everyone could see me properly and then I’d do….
Well, maybe we shouldn’t get into that. Why spoil the surprise, right?
One of the very first things I established back then when I was an internet junkie was my personal rule. It was posted to my profile page and it was very explicit. “Every girl chatting on the internet should be stuffed with some sort of sex toy, preferably one that is vibrating, to keep her in the right mood while engaging in social intercourse.” Or something like that. If you are familiar with NHPS Rule #1, then you can see the archeological bones of my current rule. Back then, my most common toy to keep inside me was a vibrator, though once I got my double vibroballs, I wore those a lot too.
I never just put on a show though. That wasn’t my gig. I liked challenge, of teasing the men who sought me out. One of my favorite things to do was challenge my various online friends to a game of digital pool. I was pretty good at it and for the most part, made things very difficult for those who sought after me and wanted to make a bet.
A bet? Yes. Absolutely. Every game, or every set of games, had to have a bet. I remember betting my clothes in exchange for a poem praising me as a sex goddess. I bet putting clothespins on my nipples against getting to verbally order my opposite through a masturbation session. I would bet doing all sorts of self-torture in exchange for… well… now that I think about it, I might have deliberately lost a few times.
But eventually, just taking off my clothes or conducting an online webcam selftorture masturbation session wasn’t enough for me. Or maybe it was a day when a friend wanted to play pool, but I didn’t have enough time to satisfy him. So instead, I laid out a bet that was a little beyond anything I’d ever done before.
“Okay, Kyle. I’ll up the ante. If you win, not only do you get a masturbation session, but I will give you a right of stipulation,” I said.
Kyle’s typing came across the screen. “What’s a right of stipulation?”
“Simple. If you win, from now on, I will follow a single stipulation for all of our conversations and games from here on in.”
I nodded, grinning. “Sure. For example, you can stipulate that I have to have clothespins on my nipples, or one on my clit, or even all three. Or you can state that every time we converse the vibrator inside me has to be on full, regardless of the game we’re playing.”
“What about an anal plug?”
I winced, but nodded again. “Yes.”
I rolled my eyes. “Troublesome, but yes.”
“Hot wax?” he asked.
“So you mean that even if we play a new game of pool, you have to start off with this stipulation?”
The silence was golden, but then he was more than willing. “All right, then the stipulation I want is clothespins. The moment we start our conversation you will put a single clothespin on each nipple and your clit.”
I can’t believe I lost that game.
Kyle reveled in the new stipulation rule and tried to get me to bet another stipulation, mostly by offering to let me out of the current stipulation. In the end, I lost again, mostly because I was already so distracted by the fact that I was trying to play online pool with a vibrator buzzing inside me, clothespins already clamped on my breasts and sex. You try winning games like that! But it still set a precedent and made it even more apparent that pain turned me on.
It’s years later and this morning I got this email from Master Dan:
This isn't actually an assignment but instead a suggestion to Kari about a new routine for you. I enjoyed reading about the time you were ordered to sit on your prism and snap your feet with you cumming from the pain alone. However when reading about you using the computer for sexual use a couple of times where you get ordered to hurt yourself immediately I've had a thought that has been bugging me.
"Why isn't she already in pain during these sexual interactions since it would just turn her on more?"
As such I feel that when you are using the computer for sexual purposes (including checking your emails and chatting with your online doms), and while you are capable of following NHPS Rule #1, you should be in some form of sexual pain. Be it from clamps, spanking your clit, sitting on your prism, something else, or a combination of things. This should not be enough pain that it would cause you to rush or cut the time you would use the computer, however if you were only going to be on for a minute anyways it might as well be intense.
Looking forward to talking to you while you are even more turned on.
Wow. It’s like déjà vu, isn’t it? Master Dan wants a rule of stipulation. He wants me to hurt every time I’m sitting at the computer. It isn’t enough that I’m generally already stuffed, tormented and in sexual need at all times? It isn’t enough knowing that I’m walking around with vibroballs, or a thick dildo stuffed up inside me? It isn’t enough knowing that I’m desperate for cock? So what kind of stipulation would satisfy a sadistic dom who wants me to hurt? Alligator clamps applied to both nipples and my clit if accessible (meaning it already isn’t being tormented!) Sitting on my small angular prism for a “wooden horse” type experience? Should I talk to Mike the Hardware guy about a new chair of some sort, something with a ridge or other probe? Should I keep a few clothespins on strings attached to the armrests and run them to my labia every time I sit down? Or what about lighting a candle every time I use the computer and extinguishing it with a bared nipple every few minutes? Perhaps I need a glass of ice with me, applied frequently to my clit? Or perhaps pushed up inside me? What would turn you on? What stipulation would you have me do?
Or do we just need a NHPS Rule #6? A Nympho Humiliation Pain Slut should always be suffering some sort of painful torment, to better prepare her for the true torture cumming…
Ah well… things to ponder.