Intensity

You feel my presence in the darkness. The blindfold serves to heighten your senses and arousal. You look so beautiful, wrists and ankles cuffed to the chair, naked and open, awaiting what is to come.

My fingertips start to explore. Barely touching, they venture down your arms painstakingly slowly, returning up and across your shoulders. Teasing my way down your décolletage and cupping your breast, fingers extending to brush over your nipple which immediately pebble under my touch.

Your nipples stand erect, my fingers laying them the attention they crave. Squeezing lightly and tugging, I make them sting as the protrude harder than ever before.

All the while my hand ventures down as you first become aware of the wetness between your legs.

My lips find your neck as my hands discover your thighs, feeling their warmth and their smoothness. With your eyes covered and your limbs bound, all you can do is squirm and moan and my hand passes by your mound, avoiding contact and teasing you. The wetness grows as does the ache to have your need filled.

You hear my breath at your ear. Voice deep voice pierced the silence - "You want this? You want to succumb?"

You manage a whimper, and I continue. You hear the links of your nipple clamp rattle, and you brace yourself against the chair that holds you captive. But I don’t clamp your nipples - it’s your swollen clit that becomes clamped by this evil toy. The pressure is intense. Your gasps are replaced by whimpers, then moans, as the hum of your wand chimes in. You hear it and anticipate where in space it might make contact with you.

The head of the wand makes contact with you and the clamp at the same time, and the affect is as immediate as it is intense. You utter a profanity which causes me to bite your neck. You feel the power of the wand working its magic, fast and focused. I whisper in your ear “you wish to cum, do you?” You barely manage a “yes Sir” before your start to whimper more.

“Don’t you dare cum until I allow you. Understood?” You’re unable to response so the wand is turned up and you’re prompted once again in more forceful tones.

“Understood??”

You manage another “yes Sir”, almost out of desperation, but your dig deep to stop yourself from tipping over the edge.

My prompting of “I don’t hear you begging if you need to cum” is met swiftly with your pleas of “Please, Sir. I need to cum. Please let me cum”.

“Cum for me” is my reply as you feel yourself start to spill forth.

The intensity of the vibe on your clamped clit accompanied by my breath on your neck and my voice in your ears causes your body to involuntarily spasm and buck as you let go.

But I don’t relent. I press the vibe on your clamped clit even harder and thrust two fingers deep into your aching wetness. My fingers beckon inside you, bringing your gspot into unison with the feeling on your now pulsating clit.

Another wave hits you, even stronger than the first. Your body shakes and shudders uncontrollably.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

I finger fuck your sopping wet cunt even harder. Thrusting in as hard and deep as you can take it.

You yell encouragement at me, in the way that only a very dirty girl can conjure. Unleashing the dirty slut within has aroused me and my mouth finds your nipple as I finger fuck you even harder again, the vibe now your enemy as it presses against your swollen yet sensitive clit.

You start to utter “Please, Sir” but a third wave intercepts you and takes your breath away - literally.

As strong as the first two, perhaps even stronger, but definitely a longer orgasm than the other two.

You come out the other side, somehow. Your heart is pounding.

Your pussy soaked and sore, swollen yet sated. I gently remove the clamp, turn off the wand, and pull your head against my chest, stroking your hair as you descend to earth.

“Good girl. You came so nicely for me”.

You manage a smile knowing you have pleased me.

I release you, lead you to the bed and gently lay you down, removing your blindfold. I lay next to you and hold you against me. I help you become centered again. You look forward to the finale of tender aftercare, but I tell you that this is just the beginning.......