Comment: This story continues my account of the relationship between
Carrie and Julie.  Although it stands by itself, references are made
to events in earlier episodes.  In particular, the reader might want
to look at "A weekend to remember."



                       A Tale of Commitment

                           by anon1940

Both Carrie and Julie agreed that their relationship had begun to grow
stale.  Carrie continued to visit Julie, but that the excitement which
those visits once generated had lost its edge.  Julie had explored
every facet of Carrie's body, and, if not contempt, familiarity had
begun to breed boredom.

Hoping to restore some of intensity which their relationship used to
have, Julie proposed that during Carrie's next visit they engage in a
slightly different sort of activity.  During a telephone conversation,
she outlined what she had in mind.

``I have been thinking that we should renew our commitment to one
another, and I would like you to consider the following method for our
doing so.  During your next visit, I want you to allow me to make you
endure some sort of physical pain which is not explicitly a component
of sexual stimulation.  In the past, I have inflicted pain on you, but
it has always been pain which is inextricably associated with sexual
gratification.  This time, I want you to think of the pain not as
prelude to sexual gratification but as confirmation of your
willingness to cede control over your body to me.''

Taken aback but strangely intrigued by Julie's suggestion, Carrie
asked for more details.

``The sort of pain I want to inflict will be well within your capacity
to bear.  On the other hand, it will be sufficiently severe that it
will be difficult for you to subject yourself again.  Nonetheless,
that is precisely what I will ask you to do.  In fact, I will want you
to repeatedly present your body to me, in spite your knowing the
consequences of doing so.  If you would like to contemplate ahead of
time what I have in store for you, I will tell you what I am thinking
about doing to you.''

Mesmerized by what Julie was saying, Carrie said that she wanted to
hear.

``I am thinking that I would like to persecute one of your nipples.
When you arrive, I would ask you to choose which of your nipples is to
be the victim.  You would then be asked to bare both your breasts and
to assume a position in which I would have unobstructed access to
them.  Although both your breasts would be available, I would always
work on the designated nipple, and each time, I would make certain
that that nipple had suffered.  To keep you aware of the contrast
between the pain which your nipple is experiencing and the pleasure
which it is capable of giving you, I would occasionally caress your
other breast.  However, the pleasure given that other breast would not
be sufficient to make it any easier for you to prepare for the next
installment of the punishment which you would know awaits your
persecuted breast.''

By the time that Julie finished, Carrie found herself in a state of
complete confusion.  On the one hand, she was horrified when she tried
to imagine the image which Julie had depicted.  On the other hand,
she recognized that that image appealed to some part of her
psychological makeup, and that she was excited by the idea of
submitting herself to the sort of torture which Julie had described.
Even though she already knew the answer, she asked Julie why she, or
anyone else, would voluntarily undergo the kind of torment which Julie
wanted to administer.

``As our relationship has already taught you, there is enormous
satisfaction in allowing someone else to master your body.  Not only
does it temporarily free you from responsibility, it provides you a
way of unambiguously expressing your trust in and commitment to the
person to whom you have submitted your body.  My choice of your nipple
as the victim of my attentions is based on my familiarity with the
female psyche.  From the time during her adolescence when they emerge,
a woman has a sense that her breasts, and especially her nipples,
are among the most vulnerable of her physical attributes, a sense
which society re-enforces by expecting her to keep them covered.  As a
consequence, her first instinct is to protect her breasts not only
from harm but even from exposure.  Thus, even revealing her breasts
becomes act which requires her to overcome deeply instilled
inhibitions, and the idea of revealing them to purposefully put them
in harm's way is one which she finds nearly beyond comprehension.  Be
assured that I know how difficult it would be for you to put your
nipple at my mercy, but I want you consider the potential satisfaction
you could derive from making the sacrifice which I have suggested.''

Realizing that there was nothing more be said, their conversation came
to an end shortly after Julie's explanation.  When they hung up,
neither woman knew what Carrie's decision would be, and two days
passed before they talked again.  There silence was broken on the
third day.  On that day, their conversation was brief: Carrie called
Julie to announce that she would arrive mid morning on the following
Saturday, prepared to accept whatever Julie had in store for her.

The next Saturday morning, Carrie was at Julie's door shortly after
ten o'clock.  She was wearing a plain white tee shirt which was
tucked into the waistband of a plaid skirt, and it was obvious from
the twin pegs protruding from her breasts that she wore little else.
With her hair gathered into a ponytail which hung down her back, she
looked more like a teenager dressed for her first date than a woman in
her mid twenties about to have one her nipple tortured.  In response
to Julie's look of appreciation, Carrie explained her appearance.

``As you can see, I have done nothing to hide the target of your
attentions.  In fact I have dressed in a fashion which simultaneously
broadcasts the availability of that target and emphasizes the irony of
making it available.  The sight of my unfettered breasts under this
soft cotton tee shirt should guarantee them treatment which is very
different from what I brought them to receive from you.  Who would
guess that the fresh faced girl with a ponytail down her back and her
breasts bobbing under her tee shirt was on her way to have one of her
nipples tortured?  Without too much exaggeration, you could say that I
am a sacrificial lamb which has been lovingly groomed before it is
slaughtered.  The difference is, of course, that the lamb does not
know its fate, whereas I am fully aware of mine.''

Moved but undeterred by Carrie's words, Julie ushered Carrie into the
living room.  Placed in the middle of the room was the straight back
chair in which Carrie had already learned a lot about her own
sexuality.  When, thinking that Julie intended for her to sit on the
chair, Carrie approached it, she found its seat was occupied by a
contraption whose purpose was not immediately apparent.  Smiling at
Carrie's lack of comprehension, Julie took the mysterious object in
her hands and held it up for Carrie to examine.

``I trust that you can now guess that this is a brassiere, but one
with an unusual function.  Although your breasts have no need of
support, while I am working on them I want them to be properly
presented to me, and this bra is designed to make sure that they will
be.  If you remove your tee shirt, I will demonstrate.''

Somewhat hesitantly, Carrie complied.  When she was naked to the
waist, Julie inserted Carrie's arms through the shoulder straps and
secured the bra with the clasp in back before returning to Carrie's
front.  Because it had no cups, Carrie's moderate sized breasts were
just as available as they had been before.  However, the base of each
breast was now circled by a leather strap which was threaded through a
sequence of pockets running along the band where, in a normal bra, the
cup would have been attached.  Like miniature belts, these straps had
buckles which allowed their lengths to be adjusted, and adjust them is
exactly what Julie did.  With great precision, she tightened the belt
around the base of Carrie's left breast.  As she did so, the breast
itself was thrust forward and away from Carrie's chest so that by the
time she stopped tightening it and buckled it in place, Carrie's left
breast was jutting obscenely from her body.  After repeating the same
procedure on Carrie's right breast, Julie stepped back to survey her
handiwork.

``If you look at your breasts, in a minute or so you will see them
begin to swell and darken.  The straps prevent normal circulation of
your blood, which gets trapped in your breasts so that even when you
are not looking at them you will be acutely aware of their increased
bulk.  In addition, their surface will become abnormally sensitive,
and the pressure behind your nipples will cause them protrude so that
your breasts will resemble little bombs whose detonators are just
waiting to be tweaked.  In order to avoid damage to your breasts, you
will wear this bra only while I am persecuting your nipple.  In
between sessions you will be free to choose how or if your breasts are
covered, but before each session I will rebind them and give them
ample time to respond to their captivity.''

Carrie did not have to look at her chest to confirm Julie's account of
the transformation which her breasts were undergoing.  Their bulk and
weight seemed to increase with each passing minute, and she felt a
mild but incessant itching sensation on their surface.  Rather than
waste the torment which they were experiencing, she put her finger at
the tip of her right nipple and asked Julie whether her nipple could
not have its first session right away, a request to which Julie
readily agreed.

Guiding Carrie by her shoulders, Julie sat her down in the waiting
chair.  Standing behind the chair, she reached her right hand over
Carrie's shoulder and placed her fingers on the aereola beneath the
designated nipple.  Working like a gardener intent on plucking the bud
from a rose bush, she took the girdled the base of the nipple between
her thumb and forefinger, forcing its already distended stalk to
protrude even further from the blushing breast to which it was
attached.  Initially, Julie was content to roll the captured nipple
back and forth, applying just enough pressure to prevent it from
escaping her grasp while she twisted it.  However, as the angle
through which she rotated it increased, her grip tightened.  From the
outset Carrie had to muster all her self-discipline not to wrench
herself free of Carrie's cruel fingers, and her difficulty grew with
each rotation.  Finally, when Julie brought her other hand into play
and, while continuing to roll Carrie's nipple with her right hand,
began rubbing its tip against the calloused pad of her left hand,
Carrie broke her silence.  With tears flowing down her cheeks, Carrie
bent her head back so that Julie would see her distress and begged to
know how much longer her nipple would be made to endure the torment to
which it was being subjected.

``Carrie my dear, you need have no fear for your nipple, it can stand
much harsher punishment than I am giving it.  There are women
throughout the world who have had their nipples pierced so that they
can hang jewelry from them.  In some places, the nipples of adolescent
girls are elongated.  By comparison to some of the procedures
employed, what your nipple is experiencing is foreplay.  However, I
have no intention of permanently altering your exquisite little bud.
Your nipple is merely what the military would call a 'victim of
collateral damage.'  It is your psyche that interests me.  In any
case, you will be relieved to learn that, because I do not want to
take a chance on your nipple becoming numb, the initial session of
this exercise will end soon .''

Shortly thereafter, Julie released Carrie's nipple and removed the
halter from her breasts.  Then, ignoring Carrie's sob of relief, Julie
reverted to her role as a hostess whose primary concern is the comfort
of her guest.  Leaving Carrie slumped in the chair, she disappeared
into the kitchen to brew some tea for them.  When she returned
carrying a tray laden with tea and a variety of cookies, one would
have never guessed from her demeanor that she had been recently
twisting the right nipple of the person to whom she was now offering
tea.  After placing the tray on a table near Carrie's chair and
speaking as if she were making a completely conventional remark about
her guest's garb, she commented on the state of Carrie's undress.

``I see that you have chosen to leave your breasts bare.  Under the
circumstances, I not only understand your decision but appreciate the
opportunity to enjoy the sight it affords me.  Your youthful breasts
are always a delight to behold, but, flushed as they are today, they
are particularly appealing.  Also, there is an intriguing asymmetry
between them.  The nipples on both are turgidly erect, but the one on
the right is distinctly darker than its mate and the aereola on that
side appears to be much larger than your other one.  Picasso would
have appreciated the effect, and I can understand why.  However, I
assume that in order to maintain this beguiling asymmetry your right
nipple requires lots of attention.''

Carrie was both annoyed and excited by Julie's banter.  Having just
willingly suffered at Julie's demand, surely she now deserved some
gratitude, if not sympathy, from her tormentress.  At the same time,
Carrie realized that Julie had carefully chosen her words to augment
the psychological point that she wanted to make.  Throughout history,
women have subjected their bodies to enormous discomfort in the
pursuit of an aesthetic goal.  Furthermore, aesthetic beauty is only
one part of what they wished to achieve.  By making the sacrifices
required, a woman is proving her devotion to the person for whom she
is making those sacrifices.  Thus, as the throbbing in her nipple
began to subside, Carrie was able to take pride, and even a little
pleasure, in her decision to accept Julie's cruelty.  Raising herself
from her slumped posture so that she could sit properly, she primly
brought the cup to her lips of tea which Julie had set next to her.

After taking a couple of sips, Carrie adopted Julie's conventional
demeanor and, as if it were a matter of no particular concern to her,
asked Julie what methods Julie would prescribe to prevent her nipple
from spoiling the aesthetic effect in which it played such a vital
role.

``I would think that the specific method is less important than the
frequency with which it is applied.  The blush of color which makes
the aereola on your right side appear to be larger than that on your
left will begin to fade in an hour, as will the livid red hue of your
right nipple.  Thus, I prescribe a regimen that requires your nipple
to be worked on once every couple of hours.  Of course, in order to
avoid your becoming bored, the treatment which it receives must be
different each time, but I, as you know, have sufficient imagination
to make certain that boredom should be the least of your concerns.''

Even though Carrie winced when she heard the fate which awaited her
nipple, she resisted her urge to place a protective hand between it
and its assailant.  Instead, she fetched one of the many magazines
strewn around Julie's living room and tried to immerse herself in
anything which would alleviate her anxiety about what she would have
to endure when two hours had elapsed.  Although her success in this
endeavor was less than she wished it had been, Carrie managed to wile
away the time before she would have to put her nipple again at Julie's
mercy.

As the time for her nipple's next appointment neared, Carrie headed
for the bathroom, remembering that she had nearly lost control of her
bladder while Julie worked on her the first time.  Then, of her own
accord, she picked up the brassiere which would hold her breasts
during her ordeal and brought it over to the comfortable armchair in
which Julie was seated.

``Rest your hands on the arms of my chair and lean over so that I can
put the bra on your breasts, and, after I have, stay bent with your
breasts hanging.  I want to watch and caress your beautiful orbs while
they fill and swell.  In that way I can enjoy their transformation
and, at the same time, remind you of the pleasure which I have given
them in the past.''

Carrie found the feel of Julie's hands on her pendulous breasts
blissful, especially after their surface stretched to accommodate the
blood being trapped by the straps around their bases.  Even though she
knew that her bliss would be short lived and realized that Julie's was
once again playing insidious games with her psyche, she abandoned
herself to the delicious sensations which radiated from her breasts in
waves that swept over her tummy until they reached the warm junction
between her upper thighs.  As a consequence, her reluctance to have
the torture of her nipple resume became even greater than it had been
when she had leaned down to have her breasts bound.  Nonetheless, when
Julie instructed her to return to her chair, Carrie obeyed.

``Last time I twisted your nipple, but this time I am going to pull on
it.  The effect is similar, but the sensation is quite different.  If
you think that it will help, you should imagine that you are one of
those adolescent girls who is having her nipples elongated.  While I
am pulling on your nipple, your back is to remain pressed against the
chair.  I suggest that brace yourself by reaching back over your
shoulders and grasping the slats on the back of the chair to prevent
yourself from leaning forward.  In addition, I advise you to keep your
eyes on your right breast so that you can witness the fascinating
changes in its shape as I elongate its nipple.''

Following Julie's advice, Carrie took a firm hold on the slats which
ran on either side on her neck.  With her arms bent as they were, her
upper body resembled a modern sculpture assembled out of conical
components, all of which thrust out from the central core: her elbows
capping the upper cones and her nipples the lower ones.  Straddling
Carrie's legs, Julie reached both her hands toward Carrie's right
breast and took a firm grip on the aereola, her left hand pinching the
pink flesh to the just to right of the nipples and her right hand
latching onto the flesh on the left.  Her nipple still sore from its
earlier encounter with Julie's fingers, Carrie grimaced and
simultaneously clenched her hands tighter onto the slats while
instinctively pressing her thighs closer to one another.  Then, when
she felt Julie tug on her nipple and saw her breast drawn into a sharp
cone, Carrie could not suppress her anguish and sobbed that she could
not stand the pain Julie was inflicting on her.

``I beg to differ with you.  You not only can but will bear the pain
which I am causing you.  By using both hands and squeezing only the
surrounding aereola, the amount of pressure which I need to apply is
much less than it would have been if I had chosen the stalk of your
nipple to gain the purchase I need.  Furthermore, your nipple, as
distinguished from those of the adolescent girls undergoing nipple
elongation, will be stretched for only a few minutes and only today,
whereas their nipples are stretched daily for increasing durations
over a period of months.  As I told you before, nature designed the
female nipple to withstand harsh treatment, and so I am confident that
your nipple will survive the treatment which it is receiving.''

Julie continued pulling on Carrie's nipple for almost five minutes,
minutes during which Carrie watched, through tear filled eyes, her
breast being manipulated by Julie.  At times, her breast was stretched
into a sharp cone sticking straight out from her chest.  At other
times, with a mixture of horror and fascination, she saw her breast
led by its nipple in a strangely sensual dance back and forth across
her field of vision.  Although Julie modulated the tension she was
exerting, at no time did she provide Carrie the relief that she most
disparately wanted.

Not surprisingly, Carrie was physically and emotionally drained when
Julie finally let go of her nipple.  Thus, once again playing the role
of the ever solicitous hostess, Julie suggested that Carrie might want
to take a nap.  Being in no condition to resist, Carrie allowed Julie
to take her into the bedroom and remove the rest of her clothes before
tucking her under the covers.  Her exhaustion was so complete that
sleep came quickly and gave her a much needed respite from the ordeal
which she had been having and would shortly be made to resume.  As a
consequence, she was oblivious to the passage of time and therefore
quite startled when Julie roused her two hours later.  Seated on the
bed by her side, Julie gently stroked Carrie body while telling her
what lay ahead for her.

``I have been thinking that I will introduce your nipple to a
different kind of torment.  This time, it will be you yourself who
inflicts the pain on it.  I am sure that you remember the time, at the
end of the weekend you spent here, that I brought you to orgasm while
you posed for me with a dildo embedded inside.  As I recall, you found
the experience very exciting, and, out of kindness, I want you to have
it again.  However this time there will be difference.  While on the
dildo you will have an elasticized cord attached to your right nipple.
The other end of the cord will be tied to the chandelier above your
head, and in order to take the dildo fully inside you your nipple will
have to tug on the cord.  Fortunately, after the elongation procedure
which it just had, your nipple is longer than usual, and so, with the
help of a little devise which I bought, I am confident that I will be
able to anchor the cord so that there will be no danger of its
slipping off.  Of course, the stress on your nipple will restrict your
movement, and this in turn will prolong your the time that it takes
you to achieve orgasm. Writhing at the end of your nipple tether, your
body should treat me to quite a show as it struggles to satisfy the
demands of your libido, a show which I do not want spoiled by the
cumbersome bra which I have been making you wear.  Thus, we will
dispense with the bra.  On the other hand, in order not to lead you
into temptation, I am going to bind your wrists behind your back so
that you be unable to relieve your frustration by the simple expedient
of disengaging your nipple from its leash.''

Still groggy from her nap, Carrie did not take in all the details of
what Julie had told her.  Nonetheless, she got the gist of Julie's
intent and knew that she faced a protracted period of pain filled
frustration which would come to an end only when she had achieved an
orgasm in spite of, and maybe partly because of, the pain required to
do so.  Before Carrie had time to fully assimilate and perhaps object
to her plan, Julie began preparing her for her ride on the dildo, and
the most important step was the attachment of Carrie's nipple to the
cord.  She first rolled Carrie onto her back and drew down the bed
covers to expose her breasts.  Next, she retrieved from the bedside
table a cunning little turn buckle made of pliable plastic, through
which she inserted Carrie's right nipple.  Working with meticulous
care, she nudged the ring down to the nipple's base until the stalk
poked far enough above the band that she could grab its tip with the
fingers of her left hand.  Pulling on the tip hard hard enough to
prevent Carrie's nipple from receding, Julie used her right hand to
turn the tiny screw with which the circumference of the band could be
adjusted, slowly tightening it until the band was embedded in the
flesh at the base and was secured in place by the tip, which flared
out around the upper rim of the band in which the nipple was now held
captive.  During this procedure, Carrie lodged no complaint: she was
reconciled to having her right nipple abused, and, at least so far,
the abuse it was receiving was far milder than that it had already
endured.

Once Julie was convinced that Carrie's nipple could not escape, she
helped Carrie to rise and propelled her toward the bathroom so that
she could relieve herself.  When Carrie reappeared, Julie brought her
into the living.  Just as it had been the last time Carrie rode on the
dildo, the living room had been transformed into a makeshift theater.
The only light in the theater was on the stage, which was brightly lit
by the chandelier which hung above its center and a circle of floor
lamps which lit the dildo with whose shaft Carrie was already
acquainted.  Leading Carrie to the stage, Julie had her kneel
straddling the waiting shaft with her arms crossed behind her back.
With long strip of soft cloth, Julie bound Carrie's lower arms
together so that they rested comfortably half way between her buttock
and shoulders but would be of no further use to her.  Finally, Julie
reached up to the thin cord which was dangling from the chandelier.
Because it ended above Carrie's head, Julie had to stretch it before
she could attach the tiny clip at its end to the complementary clip on
the band collaring Carrie's nipple.  Thus, when she released the cord,
it immediately exerted an upward tug on the nipple, raising Carrie's
right breast in the process but causing only minor discomfort.

``Now Carrie, you are to seek out your friend on the floor and bury
him inside your vagina.  To motivate you, I will arouse you.  Namely,
I will bring you into blossom in the way I have in the past, but this
time it will be the blossom that has to find the bee that will spread
its petals.''

As she had been many times before, Julie was able to work her magic on
Carrie.  Delving one hand into the warm pouch between Carrie's legs
while holding her in place with her other hand pressed deep into the
valley between the cheeks of her buttock, Julie soon had Carrie
panting and craving for the comfort that only the dildo could provide.
When she saw that the fire she had lit in Carrie's loins would sustain
itself without further stoking, Julie withdrew her fingers and, after
planting a kiss on Carrie's trembling lips, took a front row seat so
that she could enjoy the show that she knew would follow.''

Encumbered as she was by the binding on her arms and the tether on her
nipple, Carrie had a hard time locating the dildo and maneuvering her
hips into a position where she could accommodate it.  Moreover, as she
quickly discovered, even after she had its tip an inch or so inside
her vagina, her nipple would pay dearly for any further penetration.
For a while, she was unwilling to pay the toll which full penetration
would exact on her nipple, but, as Julie had predicted, Carrie's
sexual appetite was not to be denied.  Twisting her lithe body so that
her head hung back and her breasts faced the ceiling, Carrie slowly
lowered herself onto the shaft until she was sitting on her haunches
with the dildo encased in her vagina.

Bent backwards with one breast flattened against her chest and the
other suspended by its nipple, Carrie made a delectable sight as she
strove to reach the climax which would both sate her sexual appetite
and release her from her bonds.  In a way, she looked like a living
representation of the the sort of allegory which has been employed
from time immemorial to discourage the gratification of carnal
desires.  Her anguished facial expression was would have been
appropriate on the face of any sinner depicted as suffering the torments
of hell for her sins, but the sensuous writhing of her body belied the
idea that her anguish was not worth the pleasure she was deriving as
she suffered.  Witnessing the scene which she had created, Julie was
sorely tempted to take a more active role.  She would have loved to
run her fingers over Carrie's pulsing abdominal muscles and
investigate the shadowed hallows at their periphery, but, in the
interest of prolonging Carrie's ordeal, she resisted temptation and
forced herself to remain a passive observer.

When Carrie finally did succeed, her orgasm racked her body, causing
it to buck so hard that it appeared she was ready to sacrifice her
tethered nipple if that was what was required to achieve her goal.
Only after her orgasm subsided did she seem aware of the strain which
she was imposing on her nipple, which was stretched an full inch above
its moorings.  Julie quickly came to her aid and released her swollen
teat from its collar, allowing Carrie to drop forward and sink down
until her breasts lay against her bent legs and her far-head rested on
her knees.  There she remained for several minutes, savoring the
comfort of her release and the sensations that emanated from her
vagina as it continued to contract around the shaft buried deep in its
interior.  

As she had been on previous occasions, Julie was sensitive to the
conflicting emotions which Carrie was experiencing and chose to absent
herself after she making certain that her presence was no longer
necessary and would only contribute to Carrie's confusion.  Thus,
after stooping down over the crouching body of her friend and
unwinding the cloth binding her arms, Julie raised Carrie's bowed head
and, staring lovingly into to Carries's upturned eyes, thanked her for
the pleasure which she had provided her.  Finally, Julie kissed her
lovingly on her lips and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Carrie
to disengage herself from her perch and depart in peace.