A/N: This is still a a girl/girl BDSM-themed fic.
Yes, I will reveal who Pet is, but not this chapter...
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It was all I could eke out with the pinching and rolling she was doing to my nipple, the heat of her sex pressed against me, teasing me with thoughts of pleasure to come, both hers and mine.
One more kiss left her lips and softly touched the skin at the base of my spine. It was so dangerously close to where I want her, yet so far away. The sound of her dress shifting and the breeze it created against my body as she stood left me slightly cold and absolutely missing her body against mine.
She stepped towards the closet again and the noises and sounds emanating from it increased. A pillow fell to the floor next to me – my Mistress never kneels on the cold floor – and my mind began to race with the possibility of what she might be preparing to do to me, with me, for me. My eyes were still trained down as I saw one of her slender hands come around the side of my body, followed by the other.
The glint of the silver gave away her first gift to me. The sound of each small link in the chain clinking into the other was like a melody I had heard a thousand times and never tired of. Mistress gently teased my nipple to a peak with one hand before pinching the clamp open carefully and letting it close around my nipple. I knew to let my breath out as she let go, the air escaping my body as the pain invaded.
She picked the other clamp up and repeated the action on my left breast, intentionally bumping into the already throbbing right side as she did so. Before she stood, she swept my hair away from my face and kissed my cheek.
"I love you, my Pet. Thank you for your gift."
I so desperately wanted to turn my head and meet her lips, but I remembered as if it was yesterday what happened the last time I moved without permission and I did not want a repeat, so I settled for words.
"Thank you, Mistress."
Her fingertips traced lightly across the metal chain dangling between my breasts. The slight movement didn't add to the pain, it was just a subtle reminder that they were still there, at her disposal to tease or torture. She inhaled sharply as she stood, moving the pillow back to its normal place on the couch. When it landed with a thud, the sound reminded me of the flogger and I smiled.
I saw, deliberately I'm sure, as Mistress brought my favorite crop around my body, walking circles as she no doubt mentally formed her game plan. Heels clicking with each slow step, crop swinging in the air, the swooshing noise driving me nearly mad with desire. She was standing in front of me and it was surely the largest exercise in self-control I'd experienced in several days, as I wanted nothing more than to stand and lick every inch of her body until she screamed, but that wasn't her plan tonight.
"My sweet," she said quietly. "Raise your head and look at me."
I did as I was told and I could see the devious smile across her full lips. How did I get so fucking lucky to find her?
She took a step closer and brought the flat side of the crop underneath my chin, pressing up lightly. I continued to look at her and for a moment I wasn't sure if she wanted me to raise my head higher or bring my upper body up. She put slightly more pressure on the crop, so I raised my body up to all fours. Position Four, ironically.
Once she had greater access, she brought the crop to my nipples, using the frayed edge of the leather at the tip to stroke against them. She'd placed the clamps so there was enough exposed nipple between the padded metal edges for her to play with. Mistress brought the crop flat against the nipple and began to slap softly. She was teasing me, working me up to something and I was curious. She always teased my nipples when she was going to do something in our yellow zone, knowing how it made me like putty in her hands. This, combined with her telling me earlier she wanted to play harder, delighted me. I loved proving my worth to her by showing her how good I could be, and how much I could take.
I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of the smooth material against my nipple, aching from the pain of the clamp and the sting of the leather. While continuing her delicious use of the crop at nipple, she brought down a sharp, concentrated sting on my behind. My eyes flew open, pleading.
"Oh, Pet, you closed your eyes. Don't you want me to see what pleasure I bring to you?"
The smile in her voice betrayed the harshness and gravity of her words. Immediately, I felt guilty.
"I'm sorry, Mistress."
Hr eyes were wide – oceanic spheres of emotion. So much love, lust, caring, need; all for me. In giving her the gift of submission, she had given me the ultimate gift back. I begged without words for her to forgive me easily, to let us move on, but it would all depend on her. She would decide if she was going to punish me further or if she would continue to take my pleasure to new heights. The anticipation of her decision was exciting in more ways than one.
She moved her hand from above my back and I could see the cane now. She must have hidden it from me before, knowing I would slip at some point. It hadn't taken long for that tonight, I thought, my heart heavy with regret. Mistress put both tools in one hand and walked to the dresser on the other side of the room. I must be forgiven.
I could see what she was doing if I stretched or moved, but I didn't want to press my luck so I stayed as I was. I would know soon enough which delightful toy she was going to torture me or pleasure herself with next. She walked back with something shiny in her hands and my mind went through the mental catalog of toys we had in the dresser drawers.
"Oh, this one is new, Pet. I can see the way you're looking at it. I love that look in your eyes. You can't quite figure out what I'm going to do with it, can you?"
She was teasing me and I loved every second of it.
Her heels clicked against the floor on the way back to me, torturing and teasing me with each step as they fell against the concrete. I knew the underside of them well, too – kept them clean for her, as well as the floor in this room. We had experimented with some foot play once and I was made to lick the bottom of her heels. Not my thing, apparently not Mistress' either. Experimenting with things we weren't sure of was one of the best parts of our relationship.
In her hands was a shiny metal object that looked like an upside down comma with a ring at the skinny end. She'd been wrong – I knew what she was planning to do with it, I just wasn't sure I was going to like it.
When she was out of my sight entirely, her small warm hand smoothed over the curve of my ass. Now that she couldn't see my face, I let me eyes droop closed. She set the things in her hand down on the floor next to her and gave a soft tap against the outer edge of my bottom with her hand.
Mistress rubbed softly against my skin, soothing the not-really-aching spot where she had playfully spanked me. I felt her warm lips press against my lower back and her palm fell against my skin again, harder. The sting was pleasurable, soft, warm. She flattened her hand against the spot again, soothing, before bringing her hand to the other side and smacking it down again. I wanted to move, to moan, to beg. Please don't stop, please.
Her hand left my burning ass again and another smack landed. A gust of air left my mouth involuntarily and I prayed she would let it slide. I focused on breathing. Breathing would get me through. Breathing would guide me to the other side of my brain, where I wanted and needed to be.
Both of her hands were caressing my tingling skin and I felt her tongue lap across a cheek, leaving a warm, wet trail. She placed another kiss at the base of my spine and as soon as her mouth was off my body, the smack of her hand replaced it again. She spanked right on top of the spot she'd licked, the saliva making it sting more than usual.
"You're turning a lovely shade of pink, sweets. I love this color on you."
I heard a flick of what sounded like a lid pop and then felt her fingers touching me again, no doubt tracing the pink patterns on my ass. I took in a slow, deep breath, needing so desperately for her to continue and for my body to not move. The tips of her fingers dipped into my pussy and I heard her groan softly.
"My pet, not only are you clean and bare for me, you're so warm and wet."
She slipped the cold metal inside my pussy and I had to resist the jerking movement my body wanted to make at the cold. I hadn't heard her pick the toy up so I was surprised. Mistress let go of the toy and moved her fingers up to my clit where she rubbed soft, slow circles. More teasing, more sweet torture. More deep, slow breaths.
"I'm almost sorry for teasing you, but you didn't want me to put it in cold did you?"
"No Mistress, thank you."
She withdrew the metal and slid it up between my ass cheeks. The cold liquid of what I assumed was lube dripped against my body as she pressed the metal object against me and twisted. Once it was well coated in lube, slipping across the skin there easily, she dipped it in. My body gratefully accepted it, betraying my brain with with twisted pleasure and pain.
The pillow made an appearance at my side again and I felt her next to me, warmth coming off her body in waves. She leaned down on her knees and ran her left hand over my back, the other coming to my chin. She turned my head to her, kissing me hard and with need. Her left hand moved from my back to my breasts, unclamping the right nipple first. She was not slow or gentle, although she did at least squeeze the clamp open instead of tugging it off as she had at times in the past. I fought the scream building as the blood rushed back into my nipple, the pain intensifying momentarily, threatening to take over.
She kept her lips on mine, fingers cupping my breast gently before moving to the other side. She removed the second clamp and slipped her tongue into my mouth at the same time, again trading the pain for pleasure. I kissed her back with even more passion and need than she kissed me, my mouth greedy to give her an indication of my desire, my love for her. The pain in my nipples simmered to a dull throb and she pulled back. She left the pillow as it was this time, standing and moving behind me.
The soft petals of the flogger kissed the skin of my ass again, tickling with every touch as they danced across my skin. Mistress began with soft thumps, my body still adjusting to the metal plug. Each thwack now resulted in a slight shift of the device, sending delightful tingles through my body.
"You can relax. I want to hear you and see you as I play with you."
I let a breath escape from my mouth, a traitorous moan riding along with it.
"That's what I thought," she said with a small laugh. "I take it you're still okay, my Pet?"