together, yet telling herself that she
didn’t think about him at all. Who was she trying to convince? Where did
reality begin and fantasy end? With Matt it had all been so real, yet so
impossibly decadent.
Too good to last…
She wanted to feel that real
again. That decadent. That anything was possible. That good.
Matt leant over and took hold of
her left nipple in his mouth. Megan gasped as he sucked at the bud until it was
fully distended. Then he lifted his head and took her hard bud between his
finger and thumb. “Ready?”
She nodded.
He placed the end of the clamp
over her flesh and let it take hold. She winced and curled her fingers as the
initial pain set in.
“Relax, sub. Breathe deeply. Let
the clamp do its magic.” He stared deep into her eyes and she was warmed to her
very core. Matt had always possessed the ability to see into her, to reach down
inside her and to calm and soothe her. How had she ever let him go?
You know why.
She took a few slow breaths,
allowing her body to adjust to the extreme sensation. When she felt ready, she
nodded again.
Matt repeated the process with
her right nipple. When both of the clamps were in place, he held the cylinder
up. “I’m going to turn this on low. Then I’m going to pay your cunt a visit.
You can tell me if your color changes but most importantly, whatever I do, I do
not want you to orgasm. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Megan knew how difficult
this was going to be yet she also welcomed it. Being lavished with attention
was wonderful, even when she had to exert incredible self-control. She had
become quite good at holding back her orgasms. But then, she’d had plenty of
practice in the past.
How would she cope now? After so long? When she was already on the brink…
Matt flicked the switch on the
cylinder attached to the clamps and they began to vibrate. The sensation
immediately sent Megan gasping. The pleasure and pain mingled so that she didn’t
know where the one ended and the other began. Oh delicious, sensual agony. She writhed on the kitchen island,
unable to offer herself any relief. She pulled her knees up and dug her toes
into the black marble, lifting her hips and swaying from side to side. Had Matt
known that it would be a struggle for her, this first time after four years?
Was that why he had cuffed her? So that she would be prevented from pulling the
clamps from her now tender flesh?
But as the sensations continued,
she began to relax. Her nipples throbbed between the unforgiving teeth of the
clamps but the vibrations sent delicious little shocks right through her core,
tingling in her clit and clenching in her womb.
Matt moved to stand at her feet. He took hold
of her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter, so that her bottom sat
right at the end and her legs hung awkwardly apart. It stretched out her arms
so that the cuffs pulled at her wrists, their cold circles digging into the
fragile bones. Excitement pooled like spiced wine in her belly. She moaned, head back, breasts thrust outwards and jiggling as
the clamps continued their unforgiving attention.
Matt picked up the can of whipped
cream and shook it.
“Your cunt is so hot that it’s
melted the cream.” He covered her pussy again. She peered down at the frothy
white mound covering her Brazilian wax. It looked like shaving foam.
Matt grabbed her legs and pulled
her thighs to rest against his chest. He bent her knees over his shoulders then
pulled something out of his back pocket.
“What’s that?”
“What did you say, sub?” He
glared at her.
“Sorry. I just…I thought…”
“What did you think?”
“That you were going to…”
“You thought I was going to eat
out your sweet little cunt, did you?” He shook his head.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry…but I
thought that’s what the cream was for.”
“Well, as it’s been a while since
I’ve seen you, I thought it would be nice to see more of you. Hence the razor.” He lifted the
didn’t think about him at all. Who was she trying to convince? Where did
reality begin and fantasy end? With Matt it had all been so real, yet so
impossibly decadent.
Too good to last…
She wanted to feel that real
again. That decadent. That anything was possible. That good.
Matt leant over and took hold of
her left nipple in his mouth. Megan gasped as he sucked at the bud until it was
fully distended. Then he lifted his head and took her hard bud between his
finger and thumb. “Ready?”
She nodded.
He placed the end of the clamp
over her flesh and let it take hold. She winced and curled her fingers as the
initial pain set in.
“Relax, sub. Breathe deeply. Let
the clamp do its magic.” He stared deep into her eyes and she was warmed to her
very core. Matt had always possessed the ability to see into her, to reach down
inside her and to calm and soothe her. How had she ever let him go?
You know why.
She took a few slow breaths,
allowing her body to adjust to the extreme sensation. When she felt ready, she
nodded again.
Matt repeated the process with
her right nipple. When both of the clamps were in place, he held the cylinder
up. “I’m going to turn this on low. Then I’m going to pay your cunt a visit.
You can tell me if your color changes but most importantly, whatever I do, I do
not want you to orgasm. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Megan knew how difficult
this was going to be yet she also welcomed it. Being lavished with attention
was wonderful, even when she had to exert incredible self-control. She had
become quite good at holding back her orgasms. But then, she’d had plenty of
practice in the past.
How would she cope now? After so long? When she was already on the brink…
Matt flicked the switch on the
cylinder attached to the clamps and they began to vibrate. The sensation
immediately sent Megan gasping. The pleasure and pain mingled so that she didn’t
know where the one ended and the other began. Oh delicious, sensual agony. She writhed on the kitchen island,
unable to offer herself any relief. She pulled her knees up and dug her toes
into the black marble, lifting her hips and swaying from side to side. Had Matt
known that it would be a struggle for her, this first time after four years?
Was that why he had cuffed her? So that she would be prevented from pulling the
clamps from her now tender flesh?
But as the sensations continued,
she began to relax. Her nipples throbbed between the unforgiving teeth of the
clamps but the vibrations sent delicious little shocks right through her core,
tingling in her clit and clenching in her womb.
Matt moved to stand at her feet. He took hold
of her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter, so that her bottom sat
right at the end and her legs hung awkwardly apart. It stretched out her arms
so that the cuffs pulled at her wrists, their cold circles digging into the
fragile bones. Excitement pooled like spiced wine in her belly. She moaned, head back, breasts thrust outwards and jiggling as
the clamps continued their unforgiving attention.
Matt picked up the can of whipped
cream and shook it.
“Your cunt is so hot that it’s
melted the cream.” He covered her pussy again. She peered down at the frothy
white mound covering her Brazilian wax. It looked like shaving foam.
Matt grabbed her legs and pulled
her thighs to rest against his chest. He bent her knees over his shoulders then
pulled something out of his back pocket.
“What’s that?”
“What did you say, sub?” He
glared at her.
“Sorry. I just…I thought…”
“What did you think?”
“That you were going to…”
“You thought I was going to eat
out your sweet little cunt, did you?” He shook his head.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry…but I
thought that’s what the cream was for.”
“Well, as it’s been a while since
I’ve seen you, I thought it would be nice to see more of you. Hence the razor.” He lifted the
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