The penis gag muffled her squeals quite effectively. That was indeed very good, since W/we were in a hotel room in Alabama.
Using an around-the-mattress restraining system, My slave was spread-eagle upon the bed, her limbs cuffed into position. she was wonderfully naked, save for the blindfold, penis gag, and collar. A sheen of sweat coated her body. her chest had been marked rather nicely by the earlier flogging, and her breasts still bore slight indentations from the clothespins which had surrounded her nipples prior to the flogging.
Throughout the evening, a pair of vibrating bullets had been churning slowly inside her - just enough to keep her aroused and counteract some of the pain, but clearly not enough to give her the pleasure she craved. But at last, it was time to grant her that pleasure, for she had truly earned it.
Reaching between her parted thighs, I picked up the control box, and slowly increased the power to one of the vibrating bullets. she sighed happily, a sound I just barely heard due to the penis gag. Then I increased the power of the second egg to match, and she whimpered around the fake phallus invading her petite mouth.
Setting the control box back to its former position, I sat on the edge of the bed, a hand gently gliding up the sweat-slickened, well-toned stomach, coming to rest upon a visibly-dented, well-reddened breast. I both heard and felt her slight gasp as My hand reinvigorated the latent ache of the feminine protrusion, yet the proud nipple boring into My palm clearly indicated how much she was enjoying this treatment.
"So beautiful," I whispered to her, My hand tightening the grip upon her breast. she squirmed beneath My hand, her squeals simultaneously pleading for Me to release her breast and pleading for Me to squeeze even harder. The penis gag muffled her whines as My grip tightened to a point which I knew would hurt her even without the previously-inflicted pain from the flogging and the clothespins. This was always an interesting time, watching her attempt not to breathe so that the usually-instinctive subtle movement of her breasts would be negated, thus lessening the pain (or, at least, I assumed that to be her rationale) as I squeezed even harder still. Yet she soon came to the point where she had to groan aloud, the sound muffled by the penis gag as she exhaled, her breast shifting subtly within My hand. Only then did I release My grip, noting the redness My latest action had left upon her curved flesh.
I reached for the control box again, and increased the power of the two vibrating bullets a little more. As expected, My loving slave moaned anew at the increased rumbling within her. Without question, despite (because of?) the pain she had endured, she was extremely aroused - that much was quite evident from the liquid desire emerging from the base of her torso.
"Calm your breathing," I instructed as I stood anew. I knew this would be a difficult task for her following the pain she had received, especially with the pair of bullets churning inside her, and I purposely waited until her breathing was as normal and regular as possible before moving to the foot of the bed and crawling up between her spread legs. I could hear the metal bullets vibrating inside her, constantly knocking against each other, churning softly, enticing more desire to seep from her beautiful sex.
