Dear Diary,
I don’t know who I am anymore. When I look in the mirror, the reflection that stares back at me is unrecognizable. The girl looks completely foreign to me and I know it’s because of these nipple bells…
It all started when I went into my local sex shop. I was trying to find something that would spice up my love life with my then-boyfriend Tim. As I looked through the isles, I came across these lonely pair of nipple bells. For some reason, something about them made me weak, curious, and excited all at once. Before I even knew what was happening, the cashier was ringing me up and sending me on my way.
When I finally got home, the first thought that I had was to try them on. I already had my nipples pierced and was excited to see what these new attachments would feel like hanging off my soft tits. But that’s when everything started getting weird.
Now Diary, I don’t know if magic exists in the world, but something happened when I put on those bells. It was like I merged with some kind of cosmic force. I know it sounds silly, but it’s true. The faint sound that emanated whenever I moved was chilling. Each tiny ringing noise made me drip with need. By the time Tim found me, I was already lying on the bathroom floor, softly playing with my clit and swaying my tits from side to side…
I’ll never forget Tim’s face when he tried asking me what was going on. All I could hear were the bells swinging back and forth. They felt so nice and the sound was just so hypnotic. When I finally became cognizant enough to answer Tim, all I could do was point to the bells. At that moment, Tim’s expression changed from concerned to excited. He became just as engrossed in them as I did. Whenever I shook my tits, his cock would begin to twitch. The more I rang the bells, the more mindless he seemed to become. By time I finished fucking him, he was drooling like an idiot and begging me to go another round. I couldn’t put myself through that again so I got up and left.
It’s been 2 months now and I’m still obsessed with these bells. They no longer drive me insane like they did when I first put them on, but they still seem to make guys horny and stupid. I’ve tried so hard to fight the urge to corrupt men, but the bells always lure them in. Once they hear that ringing, they’re gone.
I know I should feel bad about this, but so much fucking over the last couple months has warped my mind. The girl I once was no longer exists. I’m a siren now that’s luring men into a trap that they’ll never be able to escape.
I love these bells. I love the power they have bestowed upon me. I love my new life.
Take care diary,
- Lexi XOXOXO
Made this story as part of an image swap challenge with @agesavage. I think it turned out pretty well.
Guhhhh…. Good work Ditzy…. The bar is set nice and high!