Tits of Steel (Submission Isn't for Sissies, part 2)

Last time around, I talked about Adam exposing my breast in front of his partner Eve and how much strength it took for me, with my complex ideas of modesty, to permit it.

Thing is, it was a passive sort of strength, like holding your tongue.  It required inaction, permission, tolerance, but not so much volition.

The original experiment with the nipple clamp having gone well, after Adam and I had excused ourselves to the bedroom,  he brought out more and more serious nipple clamps.  Turns out, I have tits of steel or something. None of the different sets of clamps hurt at all. Definitely a strong sensation but pleasurable and not painful.  It was as if my tits were daring Adam to find something to hurt me. I could see the (very dangerous) look of an idea popping into his head.

He has one set of nipple clamps that NONE of the other subs can handle.  He asked if he could try them out on me.

Sure, why not. I'm having fun.

Adam was so impressed by what I could take from the mightiest pair of clamps, he wanted me to go out into the living room to show Eve and Lillith.

So here I am this little baby sub, practically just hatched and *I* can handle the clamps that the experienced subs can't?  I'm already feeling like a badass. (Yes, I know that submission isn't a competition, but I can't help myself.)

Adam wanted to show me off but he also knew that Eve and Lillith would both be impressed and/or jealous.

Adam held my hand, prodded, led me out of the bedroom, made me show myself.  I had to cover my face.  I hated being looked at.  I hated crossing this boundary with his spouses.

But I did it.

I had to summon up such a force of will to make myself walk out that bedroom door, to show myself, to ask them to look at me. It was one of the hardest things I've ever chosen to do.

And THAT?
THAT made me feel like the toughest bitch in the Bronx.
I felt mighty.

In the end, it doesn't actually hurt to have someone see your boobs but crossing that line?
So hard.

Yes, there was an element of showing off how I was tougher than the other gals.  I won't deny that, but it was the lesser triumph.  Mastering myself enough to do a thing that hard was one of the best and most thrilling things I've ever done.