>It's a nipple play episode

	“Papa?”
	A high, melodic little voice comes from behind you.
	“Yes puppy?”
	You turn to face your young Kobold daughter.
	“My nipples need you…”

	“They do, do they?” You feign innocence, already knowing her next request.
	“Yes! Can we play with them Papa?”
	“I don’t know puppy, can we?” Opal pouts and her reddish-brown tail bounces in frustration at your teasing.
	“Papa! Please play with my nipples! I want you to play with my nipples! Please!” Wasting no time on any more pretense, she’s giving you the puppy-dog eyes now. Saying no to those adorable shining amber saucers coupled with that quivering bottom lip as she leans in closer to you is always impossible.
	Not that you intended to this time though.

	“Sure we can, puppy. Since you’re off school today I think we can make a nice morning out of it.“ Opal’s face immediately brightens and her tail starts wagging around happily.
	“Yay! Thank you Papa! Nipple time, nipple time!” She’s hopping up and down a little now, unable to contain her excitement.
	“Okay Opal,” You place a firm, gentle hand on top of her little head and lovingly pat her, “why don’t you go put on some TV or some music in the living room, and I’ll meet you there after I get my things together?”
	“Okay, okay!” With that, your little daughter runs out of your office and down the hall, foot-paws happily thumping on the hardwood floor. You take a few seconds to decide on your supplies and your best plan of action, and then stand up to get ready.

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	Opal has beaten you to the living room, as expected.
	She is sitting on your big comfy armchair, bouncing up and down excitedly. From the looks of it and the stereo remote in her paws, she’s already gotten a playlist of her favorite classical songs lined up too. Her eyes widen and she cocks her head curiously as she sees the shoebox you are carrying with you. You find that keeping her in suspense with the toys you choose always gets better reactions from her, so today is no exception.

	“Want to get up for me puppy? I’ll let you sit in my lap once we’re ready.”
	“Okay papa!” She bounces up like a spring and skips out of your way. Before you take a seat though, you set the box down on the arm of your chair.
	“No peeking!” you look your excited daughter in the eye and gesture to the box.
	“Yes Papa!” Opal nods in agreement, though it looks like all she wants to be doing now is peeking, now that you’ve mentioned it. Not wanting to keep her in suspense much longer, you slide your pajama bottoms down so you’re only in your tee shirt and boxers now, just to avoid possible future tightness and discomfort of course.

	Opal lets out a little lusty whine as she sees you in your more vulnerable state.
	“Now it’s your turn puppy. Let’s get your PJs off.”
	“Yes papa!” Her face lights up in a wide, genuine, heart-wrenchingly adorable smile before she twirls around so her back is facing you and thrusts her arms way up in the air expectantly.

	Musing to yourself on how lucky you are to have such a perfect daughter, you gently pull Opal’s pajama top up over her head, toss it aside, slide her bottoms down over her legs and eagerly swishing tail, and then wait for her to step out of them. All she’s wearing are her pure white cotton panties now; you can’t help but admire her petite back and skinny arms, her perfect pale skin, her tiny little bubble butt so perfectly outlined by those thin, tight panties.

	Without wasting much more time, you carefully place your hands on either side of Opal’s ribcage and gently lift her up and onto your lap. Both of you let out simultaneous sighs of contentment as your Kobold daughter leans back on your chest and settles in comfily.
	“Good girl.” You stroke both of her floppy, velvety ears and she squeaks contentedly as you praise her. It’s always a marvel to you at how much smaller she is than you; she’s so delicate and vulnerable, yet strong and perfectly relaxed knowing that you’re always here to protect her.

	Anyway, glancing down, you catch your first sight of her nipples. Opal looks expectantly up at you with a small smile as you bring your hands up and juts barely graze her puffy, perky pink buds. Save for how puffy her nipples are, she’s basically completely flat otherwise save for her baby fat. She sighs again and wiggles a little in your lap as your fingers tighten on her buds, you softly pinch at her supple flesh and feel them slowly harden. You just stop there for several moments, holding your daughter’s nipples between your fingers and feeling her chest rise and fall with her breath. Letting go as she breathes out, you feel her shudder pleasurably as a chill spreads through her.
	You repeat this process several more times; pinch, hold, savor, release, wait. In between each cycle, you might stroke Opal’s poochy little belly a little, or pat her on the head, or whisper something lewd in her ear.
 	You’re just getting started though.

	Stealthily slipping your hand into the box and closing it again before Opal has time to notice, you take out a pair of soft-bristled makeup brushes. Neither your wife nor your daughter care much for makeup at all, but these brushes have plenty of other uses to you. With one in each hand, you slowly, almost agonizingly trace circles around the edges of your daughter’s erect pink nipples with the tip of the cone-shaped brushes.
	“mmmnnnnn…” Opal whines and you feel her press her back up tightly against your chest as she instinctively shies away from the devilish tickling bristles. You don’t let up at all though.

	“You’re being such a good girl, Opal. These brushes must tickle a lot, huh?”
	“Mm-mmmhmm…” Her big amber eyes are fluttering and unfocused and her expression is a little pained, but the base of her tail is wriggling against your lap non-stop as she tries to wag.
	“Yeah, I’m sure they do. I know you like it though, tickling and all. Look at how pink they are! I bet they’re getting really sensitive already.” As you’ve been crooning to her, you’ve steadily been pressing harder and enveloping more and more of Opal’s little nipples with your brushes.

	After only a few more moments, Opal seems to have adjusted to the slow, methodical circling of the brushes. She’s stopped squirming as much, that’s for sure. Taking this as your key to move forward, you start quickly flipping the brushes up and down.
	“Haauuu… Papa!” your little puppy arches her back and bites her lip as the brushes start brutally flicking her rosy-pink buds. You continue your assault with a smug grin, following the squirming and contortions of your daughter’s small, petite body. Occasionally you’ll let up, but then go right back in with redoubled fervor. Opal clutches tightly at your thighs with her paws and can’s stop squirming, but her happy, almost hypnotized smile belies her true feelings.

	After another long, gentle circling session to let her catch her breath followed by another, equally as long devilish flicking session, you feel Opal and Opal’s nipples have had quite enough of the brushes for now. You lean forward and set them on the coffee table in front of you before wrapping your arms protectively around your puppy daughter’s bare shoulders and holding her close as you lean back into your chair.
	“You feeling okay, puppy?”
	“Yes papa!” She happily chirps.
	“Good girl. How are your nipples?”
	“They’re all tickly, papa!” she pauses for a moment, “… I love you, papa.”
	“Aww, I love you too Opal!” You squeeze her tighter to hopefully stop your heart from exploding.

	After a moment or so, you release your precious daughter and look down. She is all smiles, grinning lovingly back up at you, completely nude save for her panties with her nipples still all pink and puffy from their earlier teasing.
	“Are you ready for the next toy, puppy?”
	“Mmmhmm!” She nods enthusiastically.
	“Okay. How about you close your eyes for this one? That’s a good girl.” Opal obediently closes her eyes as you take out your next item from the box still resting on the arm of your chair.
	“Remember puppy, no… peeking…” Your words are slow and a little distracted as you position your next toy just right.

	“Okay, one… two… three… open!” With the last word, you release the pressure you had on the pair of clover nipple clamps hovering right above Opal’s sensitive pink buds.
	“Uuuaaan!” Opal yelps in surprise as the clamps bite down perfectly, squeezing the soft flesh right behind her nipples, forcing them forward.
	“There we go. You like?”
	“Haaaa… Yes papa!” Opal smiles ecstatically and gently pats at her silvery metal clamps with her paws, admiring how they look and feel on her flat little chest.
	“Good girl, Opal. Good girl.” You place one hand on her head as the other wraps around her bare little belly. Your chin comes to rest gently on her shoulder, and the two of you just sit there for a bit, savoring the sight of your daughter’s clamped nipples.

	With one smooth, fluid movement, you suddenly loop your right arm behind Opal’s elbows and gently yet firmly pull her arms back towards your chest, immobilizing them. She gasps and whimpers as she is forced to stick her own chest out suddenly, making her clamps and the chain connecting them sway and jingle.
	“Let’s see here, puppy…” With your free hand you catch the clamp chain and bounce it around a bit.
	“Papaaaa…” Your Kobold daughter moans out to you as the clamps dig into her sensitive nipples.
	“Does it hurt bad Opal?”
	“N-no…” she winces a little, “It hurts good!” You grin and give her clamps another gentle tug. You’d know if she was dangerously in pain anyway, you just like to tease her.

	After a bit more tugging and jingling, you release Opal’s arms and gently fondle her floppy ears instead. You don’t let up on the clamps though, you keep pulling and gently jerking on them, eliciting wonderfully lewd moans and whimpers from your little canine daughter in your lap. You’ve been pulling more than relaxing your hold for sure though, the tips of Opal’s nipples are reddened now and the skin behind them is very white. Her back is still arched too, she can’t help it if she instinctively moves to where you’re pulling her.

	Eventually, you have to drop the clamps. It’s clear she’s had enough of the pulling and bouncing, though the clover clamps aren’t coming off of her poor sensitive nipples quite yet. Wordlessly, you go right back to where you started; the gentle, tender pinching and holding. Opal’s nipples are quite a bit stiffer now, they’re warmer too. As you gently rub and roll them around above the dangling clamps, your daughter is a lot more vocal with her reactions this time. She sighs heavily every time you pinch at them, and moans or whimpers whenever the clamps move or sway too much.

	After another session of this, it’s back to the brushes for awhile; by now at least two hours have passed since the two of you have sat down, and judging by the wetness you feel seeping into your boxers, Opal’s panties are completely soaked. Looking down further you see that yes, you can see that the thin white cotton that has gone fully translucent; you savor looking at the perfect outline of your daughter’s puffy pink vulva through her panties.

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	“Hey puppy?” You finally break the wordless silence that has persisted for the past long while.
	“Haahhhn… y-yes papa?”
	“I’m going to take your clamps off now, okay?”
	“O-okay… I’m ready.” Taking the clamps off it always Opal’s least-favorite part, she likes it when you warn her so she can brace herself.
	“One… two… three… off!”
	“Aieee! Uuuwan!” Opal lets out an involuntary shriek and a bark as the circulation painfully returns to her bright red nipples.
	“There we go… good girl.” You calm your little daughter with a pat on the head and a tender kiss on the cheek. “Did you like the clamps this time puppy?”
	“Yes papa! The clamps made your fingers and the brushes more tickly!”
	“That’s good, puppy. That’s good. How about some tingly cream now? Would you like that?”
	“Yes papa! Tingly cream please!”
	“That’s my good girl!” You grin and take out a small tub of Sabbath Brand™
 Sensation Cream while Opal settles back down in your lap.

	After screwing the top off of the tub and scooping up a small amount of the silky white cream in both of your hands, you direct your attention back to Opal’s bright red and swollen nipples. She winces a little at the cold feeling on her overstimulated buds, but settles back down almost immediately. Her tail has not stopped thumping throughout all of this; your daughter truly loves getting her nipples toyed with for hours like this.

	You gently start to work the cream in with your thumbs and first two fingers. Opal’s breathing starts getting heavier and heavier as the slimy stuff starts to work it’s magic; you have no doubt that her incredibly sensitive nipples are now starting to tingle almost agonizingly. You aren’t stopping though, in fact you go in for more cream when the stuff on your fingers starts going clear and feeling a little too sparse. You can feel a little bit of tingling in your digits as you firmly rub and pinch and massage the cream into your daughter’s poor inflamed nipples, but you know it’s nowhere near the intense tingling the cream is designed to make in certain special areas on monstergirls.

	“Paaa…paa…” All Opal con do now is pant and whimper and weakly call out to you as the brutally scintillating sensations coming from her nipples are too overwhelming for much else.
	“I know, Opal. I know how sensitive you must be by now. You’ve been such a good girl though, you’ve gotten massaged and you’ve gotten to use the brushes and the clamps, and now the cream. I know how wet you are, I’m sure you can feel me wanting you too.” You blow gently in her ear and firmly knead your whole palms into her chest.
	This is too much for your little puppy, she cries out in ecstasy and convulses in your lap.
	She’s just had an orgasm almost solely from nipple play.

	“Did that feel good, Opal?” You grin.
	“Y-yes, papa...” Opal seems a little more lucid now that she’s had a tiny bit of release. You still haven’t stopped fondling her nipples though, you’re now tightly pinching them between your thumb and index finger, and just barely pushing forward until the slickness from the copious amounts of tingling cream makes your fingers slide off. The pressure and the gradual, excruciating tinglyness combined with the previous sensitivity from the clamps and brushes and general massaging have been assaulting your enthralled and thoroughly content daughter for quite some time now.

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	“Hey Opal, I think it’s time to stop now. It’s been more than three hours.”
	“B-but papa!” Your words shake Opal from her dazed pleasure trance.
	“No buts! We’re almost out of cream, and look how red and swollen your poor little nipples are.”
	“Haauuu…” Opal whines with disappointment and looks a little put-out. It’s clear to you that she isn’t quite ready to stop despite the loving torture you’ve been inflicting on her for so long.
	Well, it was her idea in the first place after all.

	“Oh, wait, guess what I have right here?” You say as you wipe the excess cream off of your hands with a towel from the toy box.
	“Ooooh! My kissy bra!” Opal perks up immediately as she sees the other thing you took out.
	“Yes, puppy, I remembered your kissy bra.” You take out the neatly folded pale pink latex bra.
	“Papa, you’re the best papa ever!” Opal grins up at you and nuzzles your chest. Though her face is now still almost as red as her nipples, she is happy and perky despite the intense tingling and sensitivity she is no doubt still feeling on her poor buds.
	“Okay puppy, arms up please!” Opal happily sits forward in your lap and shoots her arms up into the air. Maybe a little too fast; she shudders as her nipples remind her of their ongoing torment.

	This bra is a special one that you picked up for Opal’s last birthday. The two off-white silicone pads on the inside of the pale pink bra are magically designed to gently suckle and squeeze at the wearer’s nipples once fully exposed to their body heat. It is one of Opal’s favorite things to wear casually around the house.

	You pull the arm holes over your daughter’s upstretched arms and then pull open the head hole with a chorus of wonderful rubbery creaking. Once you’ve lowered the wide rubber shoulder straps of Opal’s bra into place, she thankfully lowers her arms. Her chin rests on her chest now as she watches with curiosity; you slide the tight latex chest band down lower, making sure to position the kisser pads of her latex bra directly over of her inflamed red nipples. Before anything else though, you remove one hand so you can get two final scoops of tingling cream and generously coat each of the kisser pads with them, one after the other.

	Your gentle daughter whimpers erotically as you finally let the kisser pads fall into place. Then, you wrap both hands firmly around her chest just under her armpits and pull down with a decent amount of force, just to smooth all the wrinkles out of course. Getting to feel Opal’s soft, flat little breasts and painfully sensitive, tingly and wonderfully puffy nipples squish beneath your thumbs is just a bonus.

	The delicious tightness of her pale pink rubber bra perfectly accentuates her flatness and draws nearly all attention to her nipples. It hugs the contours of her tiny layer of baby fat and her nipples look even puffier now with the kisser pads enveloping them. You can’t help but pinch her big, perky buds; you can feel the gentle, steady suckling already coming to life beneath your fingers. With the added doses of tingling cream you can only imagine how nice it must feel for Opal to have her little nipples constantly massaged and stimulated by her enchanted latex bra. You can’t see any actual movement on her buds from the outside, but you know by her beautiful little whines and sighs that the teasing of the kisser pads is quite enervating.

	“Now, how about a change of panties? Those ones are a little too wet, huh?”
	“They’re really wet, papa!”
	Even that is an understatement. Streaks of wetness are trickling down Opal’s legs and her white cotton panties look like they’re barely there.
	“Lets get you dried off a little first, but unfortunately we’ll have to wait for mama to really do anything about our ‘stuff’, like we promised.”
	“Right, papa!” Despite the fact your daughter is definitely plagued by arousal from the beautifully torturous treatment you gave her and her tight, shiny latex kissy bra is continuing to give her, she is perfectly happy and enthusiastic about waiting for Ophelia to get home in several hours to really get down to business.

	You take the final item out of the box. It’s just a plain pair of latex panties, but the pale pink color matches that of the bra Opal is already wearing.
	“Want to stand up for me puppy?”
	“Mmmhmm!” Opal happily clambers off of your lap, careful to not disturb her nipple predicament too much.
	“Good girl!” You lean forward and peel Opal’s old, soaked panties down, doing your best to ignore the wonderfully intoxicating scent of her arousal and the sight of her small, dripping, aching pink pussy.
	You aren’t supposed to take her yet.

	You carefully dry her tiny crotch, soft thighs and slim calves off with the towel, then take up the new, fresh pair of latex panties. After you stretch the shiny pink latex out to accommodate your daughter’s foot-paws, Opal eagerly places her soft fluffy hand-paws on your shoulders to steady herself as she lifts one leg and then the other as you pull the sleek rubber underwear up over her feet.

	Once that much is accomplished, the two of you straighten up so you can pull her panties higher, past her knees and up her thighs. You reach around behind her to stretch out the tail hole of the panties next; this is the hardest part, the hole is small and requires a lot of strength to stretch enough to fit over Opal’s long, poofy tail. No matter how much you stretch it though, a useful enchantment keeps the latex from deforming when it’s back in its resting state.

	Once her tail is settled and wagging again and her panties are all the way up, your Kobold daughter eagerly bites her lower lip as she feels the smooth, shiny latex embraces her little genitals. A few minor adjustments and a cheeky, gentle snap of the waistband later, the almost brutally tight, high-cut rubber panties are on.

	Opal whines softly and flutters her eyelids as she savors the beautiful snug feeling encasing her whole little rear; delighting in the smoothly sticky feeling of the latex wedged up neatly in her butt crack and the arousing sensation of it pressing between her soft, puffy pussy lips forming a perfect cameltoe.
	“Feel good, puppy?”
	“Yes papa!” Your daughter’s cheeks are tinted pinker than the pale pink latex of her bra and panties, but the rest of her expression is as happy and enthusiastic as ever. They way Opal stands there in front of you in her latex panties and bra, looking so wonderfully lewd and childishly innocent is really getting to you, especially after devoting your whole attention to playing with and teasing and lovingly torturing her nipples for so long.

	You plant a deep, loving kiss on your daughter’s lips and she eagerly pushes back. Her tail wags happily as your wide tongue prods at and caresses her little one, she puts both her paws on your cheeks and stands on tiptoe with one of her foot-paws up by her butt. You both have certainly had longer and much more intense denial sessions, but your daughter’s perseverance and enthusiasm are still truly admirable.

	It is way past lunchtime by now, but neither of you care. All you can do is lay back in your comfy armchair with little Opal cradled in your arms like a baby. You gaze lovingly down at her and she gazes lovingly up at you; the delicious tightness and shininess of her latex panties and kisser bra are there, the knowledge that you just spent hours giving her the extreme nipple play she so loves is there, the thought that her puffy adorable buds are still being suckled and toyed with by her rubber kissy bra is there. You are sure her thoughts are similar too. Even the two of you ache for true release, you both are quite content to just cuddle with each other and draw solace and joy from each other’s presence and touch. Besides, the two of you have to plan for how you’ll pamper Ophelia and continue this momentum you have when she gets home.