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  She pressed her palm to the patch of leather over my hole and ground against it. I rocked up on my toes, a shout escaped and I trembled. Wendy knew very well how to tease me with the plug in my ass. She pulled her hand away and moved her arm in even strokes smacking my ass until she’d left another dozen red marks on my flesh. Air hissed through my teeth as I tried my best to ignore the pain.

  She tossed the cane onto the chair and walked around until she was in front of me again. Smiling, she snapped the first of the two clamps to my nipple. My budded nipple turned a dark purplish-red almost immediately.

  I sucked in a quick breath as she ran her fingertips over my other breast. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as I swam in a thousand feelings she was giving me. The way I stared straight down, nostrils flared with every inhale told her all she needed to know. I desperately wanted to cry out.

  Using slow, exaggerated movements Wendy threaded a thin, soft, piece of leather through one clamp. She twirled it against the flushed skin of my chest as she moved the free end to the other clamp, providing her with a makeshift tether to pull me wherever she liked.

  “Do I need to gag you?” She asked.

  I shook my head quickly, “No, Mistress.”

  “Then control yourself. Remember what you’re here for,” Wendy snapped. She gave the clamps another squeeze and a twist.

  I quivered and choked down a breath. My fingers stretched before I curled them into a tight fist and I took a few deep breaths, blowing them out in big puffs. She smirked at my discomfort. The more pain, delivered in just the right way and the more control over me she exerted, the more desperate I became.

  My desperation was pleasure for her.

  Hooking one finger around the leather strung across my tits she turned, tugged lightly on the tether and walked to the bed. I looked down and watched my nipples stretch forward from the clamps being pulled. In the span of those few feet I was gulping in deep breaths and blowing them out again in uneven gasps.

  Wendy pointed to the bed and cracked the tip of the cane across me while I crawled onto it. I was shaking as I laid on my back in the middle of the bed. Unhooking the cuffs from my belt, she arranged me over the mattress so I was spread eagle.

  “Lift your feet.” She ordered as she slipped the strap on vibrator up my legs. “Ass up.” I arched my ass up off the bed, helping her to secure the harness on my hips. There it was, a bright pink strap on vibrator jutting up into the air and ready for her to ride.

  After that I was securely hooked up to the restraints anchored under the bed at each of its four corners. My arms and legs were pulled taut. She ran the cane’s end down the inside of one arm and up the other just to watch my skin twitch and shiver. Next she clipped a leather strap to the collar around my neck. It was pulled tight enough that my head was forced back, jaw and throat fully exposed.

  She ran the tip of the cane along my midline before using quick, flicking motions and slapping it against my inner thighs. My twitching muscles made her smile.

  She used her free hand to rub herself while she watched me try to squirm. I would turn as far to the side as possible within the bindings. I pulled huge breaths in and my back stretched with every inhale making my abs tense and my thighs quiver. I tried to bend and extend my knees even though I could barely move them an inch.

  Wendy set the cane on the bed beside me and straddled my hips. Using slow, exacting movements, she took extra care to ensure her ass rubbed over the tip of the strap on cock.

  The sensation of warmth spread from her groin up through her belly to heat her nipples making them harden and tingle. Leaning forward, her nipples teasingly brushing against mine, she tugged on one of the clamps. My breath caught in my throat and my stomach fluttered.

  I gulped in non-words while she flicked her tongue over my neck, watching a flush work its way over my breasts and up to my jaw line. “Gah, Mistress….pl-e….”

  Wendy heaved a sigh, shook her head slightly and sat up. She grabbed the cane and shoved it sideways into my mouth.

  “Hold that.”

  Stretching her arms forward she gave the leather strap attached to my collar a slight adjustment. Shortening the tether caused more pulling on the collar and made it tighter. While I wouldn’t choke, I would have to work a bit harder to breath. The adjustment would further hinder my movements. She got off knowing I couldn’t move without her permission. The way she had me restrained I was practically paralyzed and at her every whim.

  Retrieving some self-warming lubricant, Wendy inched down my body until she rested over one of my legs. She moved the strap on harness aside just enough to gain access to my wet pussy. Putting a drop of liquid on her finger she rubbed small circles over my sensitive clit and giggled softly at the noises it caused me to make. My body twitched and jolted from her teasing fingertips. The muscles of my arms and legs stretched taut as my back arched. I clamped down on the cane in my mouth and my breathing sped up with needy, desperate sounds.

  Wendy spread a small amount of the lube, scented with a pleasant vanilla fragrance, over my pussy. For a minute she sat still, inhaling, taking in the scent and sight of her lover bound and helpless. My only purpose was her pleasure.

  Her pussy was so wet and ready for the strap on she didn’t need the lube, but she loved watching me squirm from its warmth and it smelled good. Every Dominatrix needed a few girly things.

  “That’s enough of that.” She said, securing the strap on vibrator back on place and clicking it on. Instantly I jolted as the buzzing sensation vibrated against my clit.

  Balancing over my hips, she used my chest as a brace for her hands. I clenched my teeth as her finger accidentally tugged on one of my nipple clamps. She positioned herself so her fingers were within reach of the leather strap connecting my breasts. Slowly, she lowered herself onto the dildo. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the cock pushed inside her. Her lips stretched around its buzzing shaft. A girlish whimper leapt from her mouth as the head of the cock inched deeper. She rocked her hips in a leisurely rhythm, working it farther inside. As the weight of her ass nestled against the harness the vibrations pushed harder against my clit.

  Warmth spread up through Wendy’s entire body. Letting her head fall back, she rocked against the dildo, hitting all the good spots. Faster and faster she moved against me, lifting her ass up a little and smacking back down. The rhythmic slapping of our skin filled the room with the unmistakable sound of sex.

  My breathing was harsh, loud and uneven. I was a well-trained and skilled sub. I had never cum without her permission.

  My hips jerked side to side and I tried to arch up against her. That only served to drive the cock deeper.

  “Yes, good girl!” Wendy reached back and grabbed my thighs. She dug her nails into my soft flesh ever so slightly. I shouted while gritting the cane in my teeth as I watched her tits bounce.

  Her hips rocked quicker and her tits swayed faster above me. My neck tensed and my jaws clenched tightly. I chomped even harder on the cane bit in my mouth. My fists flexed open and bunched closed in the next instant. Heat mixed with the aroma of vanilla rose off us. Wendy let go of me, pitched forward and leaned against my chest with both hands, rubbing her clit against me.

  It started as a slow pulse that turned to a tidal wave radiating through her, making every part of her body tremble. My body was stiff and bowed up as far as the restraints would allow. I exhaled a constant string of harsh, frantic grunts.

  Still panting, her own breath coming in short bursts, Wendy remembered it was my birthday after all. She leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Cum, darling.”

  She took the cane from my mouth and tossed it to the side. My thighs tensed so tightly I thought they might snap. I shouted and shoved my hips upward, grinding the vibrations against my clit.

  “Oh, yeah,” Wendy said and sat straighter. She ground down against the harness, working the head of the cock as deep as it would go. A barreling moan escaped my chest as she reached for the nipple clamps, turnin
g and twisting in time with my powerful orgasm.

  My hips lurched up a bit as I jabbed the head of my dildo deep. Waves of pleasure rolled down my legs and curled my toes. Wendy shimmied side to side. Euphoric sparks went through her for a few beats then slowed to a pleasant, warm fullness.

  My body slowly relaxed. We were both covered with a fine sheen of sweat causing the vanilla scent to swirl around us. I gulped in huge leisurely breaths, moaning and shivering when Wendy removed the nipple clamps. She watched as my chest and abs quivered, small tremors running in uneven waves for a few minutes more.

  She unclamped the collar around my neck before she eased off the strap on cock and ran one finger down my sweaty skin.

  “I’m not quite finished with you.”

  I grinned, I knew what was coming. She released my ankle restraints with a wink. Bending my knees she pushed my legs up and against my body.

  She grasped the end of the butt plug in two fingers, pulled it partway out before pushing it back in slowly, giving a few twists in the process. I groaned. I still couldn’t move very much in this position, but I loved that and it would make my experience even more intense. Wendy continued until I was left in a wordless heap.

  She released the wrist restraints before removing the plug. She handed me the bowl and wash cloth.

  “Clean yourself.” She left me to my task while she grabbed a quick shower. When she left the bathroom I was kneeling on the floor, hands clasped behind me, gaze downcast.

  Wendy took a plastic chastity device in one hand and used the other to lift my head so I could look at her. “Stand.”

  The clear, plastic device was fitted around my hips and onto my pussy. It would allow all my normal functions but no pleasure. She patted my shoulder.

  “We’ll let that sit for a few days and then see if you can perform a bit better.” Wendy wound an arm around my neck and kissed me with a smile. “Do you like that idea?”

  “Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.” I was always so polite. I never forgot to thank her.

  A bouquet of roses would be waiting for her at work the next morning, I was thoughtful.

  Mistress always deserved the best.

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