At first it looked as if I was correct with my assumptions. It started like any 'ordinary' bondage session when he knelt in front of my head with his cock sticking out, its head bloated and covered with his pre-cum. I opened my mouth wide and protruded my tongue to welcome the object I adored. However, he had other ideas, my tongue only found emptiness, there was nothing offered to my mouth to pamper and caress.

From the kneeling position he changed into a crouching position and started to fondle my titties through two empty holes the pillory provided. With my head in his lap I was deprived of my optical senses, which heightened my tactical senses immensely. I felt his fingers caressing my nipples, his hand fondling my breasts, for some time he would knead them until I prayed he would be more demanding to give me a tit-gasm - yes, I dicovered that I was able to orgasm very easily just with him fondling and kissing and biting my breasts and nipples.

After some time something changed, but I couldn't tell right away what he did differently due to my immobilized and deprived position. Then I felt something being wrapped around the base of my left breast, something which felt like a thin rope or a cord, the same happened with my right breast. At first this item felt loose which made me puzzled and without a cue what happened next.

The pressure of the cable tie - as I found out much later - increased as he used a kind of lever to tighten it around the base of my titties. It felt strange and thrilling at once when my titties seemed to balloon while at the same moment they seemed to be cut off of my body. When I thought I could take no more, he stopped and once again started to fondle and caress my breast and nipples thoroughly.

It only took a couple of seconds for my first tit-gasm, followed by a seemingly endless series of breast induced orgasms. Between the umpteenth and the umpteen-first peak I sensed his cock hard as steel close to my lips and had to have it my mouth to take control at least for a certain amount. Now it was my lover who lost it within seconds and gave me his precious gift I learned to love like nothing else on earth.

After we had calmed down as much as was necessary to think straight again, he moved from below and started to release me from my kneeling position and let me lie down for a moment. If I had thought I was left alone, I was way wrong; he couldn't stop fondling my titties which gave me the chance to watch them for the first time in all their glory. I couldn't believe how they had changed. Not only looked they huge compared to the size I was familiar with (ok, C-cups aren't flat, are they?), they were colored in deep purple due to the lack of blood circulation for... for how long? And they were sensitive beyond belief, every single touch made me shudder and made my cunt twitch. I fell in love with my new titties right then and there.

However I didn't tell him how much I had loved his new kink he had attacked me without notice before. I tried to look him in the eyes as angry as possible and asked him, if he hadn't liked my titties as they have been since we've met 3 years ago, that he had to mutilate them and make them change in shape and color. Of course he must have sensed I only played a game with him since I couldn't help but moan unrestrained when he caressed my balloons. Not only did I fall in love with my new titties, he couldn't keep his hands off them which made me his play toy even more.

He was responsible enough to ease the ties before I was in real danger because of the cut-off blood circulation. I had not been in a state to take care for myself anymore, I only wanted to be his big breasted slut forever. Especially when I felt the pain when the blood started to flow back into my breasts. Only seconds ago I enjoyed his hands fondling my breasts, now I couldn't stand one single touch. Obviously he had anticipated this effect unknown to me, and he simple took me in his arms and didn't move for a long long time till I told him I felt much better.

This particular night was the first of many to follow. We had found a new game we loved to play, and it didn't stop there. Only the next time, a couple of weeks later, he shackled me at the St. Andrew's Cross and made my titties balloon even larger than the first time. And he also had a surprise for my nipples in his mind when he attached two clamps connected by a chain. My nipples were stuck out like erasers which made it quite simple to fasten the rubber covered clamps. As if this wasn't enough teasing, he added some weights to the chain which made my nipples stick out even more prominently.

Afterwards the real fun started with him fondling and kneading and even slapping my udders. I again tit-gasmed multiple times till I lost it completely and pissed all over the place. Well, not really all over the place: I have no idea how he anticipated this erotic 'accident', since before the first jet reached the floor, he was down on his knees between my thighs and started to drink my piss with glee till I had no more to give.

I don't remember how this night ended, I even don't know if he had climaxed during this night one single time. I only remember that my crazy fucker loved my titties more than ever - even more than I do.