You had left the door open, putting your naked body on full display, understanding you would not know when I entered. Laying there, wrists and ankles held wide by the black leather cuffs, your smooth white skin beckoning me forward, eyes fully covered by the padded blindfold, mouth held wide from the steel gag strapped around your neck—a helpless, delicious woman knowing full well what was going to happen, joyfully anticipating the enraptured, intense excitement it would bring.
Even as you were trying to impose absolute stillness and insouciance, the tiny twitches and tremors of your body said otherwise. Your skin was beginning to show the very faint glistening of the excitement you desperately wanted to hide. You wondered but had no idea of my arrival or movement. No idea of my nakedness, as I moved silently, collecting the central item essential to your impending ravishment.
You involuntarily shuddered as the sudden humming broke the silence. Your already swollen nipples perked up even further. Your long ago engorged labia began leaking as the sound roamed around the room, head to toe, side to side, turning on and off. You desperately wanted its touch but also understood its consequences, good and evil.
Jerking, you thought, finally! It had grazed a nipple. It was just a graze, but it rippled through your body. It was beginning. Now every part of you jumped into sharp focus. This was it. What you had waited so patiently for as your body screamed for it. Or was it? The persistent sound began to roam the room again.
You knew you were expected to cry out, to beg as best as you could through the gag, but no, you would not give in, not give the ultimate submission. Part of your brain was yelling, Do it! Give in. Give her what she wants. We need this… badly! The stubborn part refused.
Then the buzzing instrument brushed your clit. The shock ran through you, like your finger in an electrical socket. Now you crazy bitch. Do it NOW!
In barely understandable sounds you conveyed your need and submission. You heard the sound of the white ball click up a notch just as it squished against your clit. Your choked screams reverberated through the room as your body began yanking and convulsing against the restraints.
It stayed in place until your telltale signs showed you were almost ready to cum, then it stopped suddenly. The room totally quiet.
Your fighting was even stronger. “Ue itch! I ost ame! Uck ue!”
“I know my sweet, I know. Think of how many times this can happen. I’m in control. You know it’s going to persist.”
Nothing but silence from you.
It clicked back on, this time caressing your nips as you moaned in pleasure, or was it pain? Those piercings amplified the feelings deeper into them, making you twist and turn the little bit your ropes allowed.
Then back to your clit. This brought forth your stifled screams. Once again you almost made it. At the last second, stim withdrawn. This time you took it stoically, no futile shouting. You knew your fate and accepted it.
I silently danced around you. The ball clicking on and off, its tone getting louder and stronger each time it touched your body. Just as your body’s trembling and convulsing did.
You had lost any conception of time you may have previously possessed. All you understood was your body’s wrenching cry for release. The pain and pleasure had merged into one indescribable throbbing need.
With your sounds now reduced to various moans and whimpers, I removed your mask. Your eyes locked on mine, following my every move. Tears began to trickle down your cheeks. You desperately wanted to hold them back but were unable. Your desperation was showing more than you ever showed the world.
With the moisture now freely running from your body, one last touch to your clit. Your eyes bulged with the now familiar feeling. Your brain wondering if maybe this time would be it. You had been so close so many times, only to have it jerked away.
All of the previous contacts had brought your clit to a sensitivity never before achieved. What had taken minutes now arrived in seconds. The stiffening of your body and the look on your face, eyes still locked on mine, showed how quickly you had almost arrived at the tipping point. Oh god, please, please this time. This time for sure.
The ball stayed in place as your muscles tensed in a spasm and then began shuddering as you uttered an unworldly scream. Finally you had achieved the pinnacle you so desired.
With the ball quickly withdrawn, I could see the grin slowly spread across your face. With the gag swiftly removed, you whispered, “I love you.”
While taking off your cuffs, I replied, “Just as I love you.”
Then my nakedness joined yours in a tender and devoted embrace. Once again we had sealed our devotion to each other.
