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swollen folds and lips. I became desperate for his touch, to feel his hands on me.
    He knew it, must have known it, but made me wait. He teased, his fingers so close I could feel the brush of air, feathering over my clitoris, around my pussy. Not touching. I was panting again, aware of the nipple clamps still, my sensitive nipples caught in their severe grip, flinching under the relentless pressure, but my focus had shifted, gone south. Now all I wanted was to feel his fingers plunge into me, to feel his tongue or better still his teeth on my clit.
    Please, please .
    “So eager, little one.”
    His low, sexy chuckle drifted across me, and I realized I was begging, actually begging him out loud. Christ!
    When he did actually touch me I nearly came off the bed, my hips surging upwards to meet his questing fingers. I screamed. Definitely screamed. He dragged his thumbs over my clitoris, hard and firm, pressing the desperate, delicate little button. And I came. Immediately. No frills, no build up, just a hard, honest to goodness soul-deep orgasm. Powerful, sudden, overwhelming. The pulsing sensation shot through me in every direction, out to my fingers and toes like electricity. My throbbing nipples swelled even more, if that were possible, the bite of the clamps then becoming excruciating. And I didn’t care about any of it. Felt nothing apart from the fabulous pressure on my throbbing clit. All I wanted was what I had, there and then, the overwhelming relief of a mind-numbing orgasm. All my body, all my consciousness centered there, on my clitoris, quivering under his touch.
    I was shaking, literally shuddering with the shock of what had just happened as I drifted back to my senses. I became aware of the bed under me, the slight discomfort of my widely spread legs, my thigh muscles taking up their protest again, the severe discomfort now of the nipple clamps biting me. And no sooner did I begin to regain my sense of equilibrium than he whipped it away again by sliding the purple vibrator right inside my vagina. I’d seen it in his hands before he’d blindfolded me, but with the rush of other sensations assaulting me I’d forgotten about it. Then—fast, hard, without warning, it was there. Buried deep inside me.
    My body jerked in surprise, but I didn’t protest, offered no comment, asked no questions. Just lay still, waited. The good submissive in me was definitely coming to the fore, finding her feet. I felt the intrusion withdraw, almost entirely, just the head remaining at my entrance, the lips of my vagina stretched around it. Tom angled the head, gyrating it to swirl around my inner walls, just inside the entrance. Christ, he had a real knack for this, knew just what to do, how to touch me to draw out my response. I moaned, once more carried along on a wave of pure sensation, tilting my hips upwards to offer him better access.
    He worked the thing back in, filling me entirely, more slowly this time, rotating and swirling. Instinctively I squeezed it, seeking more friction, more feeling, more intensity. And I got it when the vibrator lived up to its name. The pulsating sensations rippled along its length, caressing my inner walls from my entrance right to my cervix. The bed shifted under me as he moved away, still with me but no longer touching. He’d positioned the vibrator, positioned me, and now stood back to watch his handiwork unfold, the inevitable sensual unraveling of his helpless submissive.
    I didn’t disappoint. My next orgasm arrived more slowly, built with a little more decorum, announced itself politely before sweeping me away. I crumbled more gradually this time, but crumbled nonetheless. Like a baby bird facing its first flight, caught up in that anticipation, that build-up of nervous tension, that sense that the coming adventure was most likely going to be okay, but still… Then that weightless leap into the air, that circling, floating, flying, before drifting softly to the ground.
    At last, I lay