Author's note: you can read about their prior session in "Breast-fest"
When I returned the next day for another Submission session, Sir picked up right where he had left off the day before.
He took me into his arms as he admitted me into his penthouse. A warm embrace; loving. I felt his affection for me. I also felt his hard-on pressing against my crotch.
My crotch that was already wet. I had just arrived, yet was this excited already. But I knew he was going to coax me into ecstatic torture. Real unendurable pleasure.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
He saw from my face that I was ready. Took my hand, and led me into the bedroom.
Sir keeps a "Toy Chest" next to his bed, for sessions like this one. Each toy is designed to give his Sub a special form of pleasure: Vibrators. Dildos. Nipple clamps and suction cups. Handcuffs. And he knows just how to use each one.
My body shuddered involuntarily as I recalled the last time he had "played" with this toys on my body.
Especially my breasts.
Which were now in his strong hands, getting caressed, and squeezed. He had unbuttoned and removed my blouse as I was caught in my reverie, and was giving my breasts a taste of things to come. Just a little preview.
He then moved down to my skirt. Removed that, along with G string. My shoes were last.
Nuzzling my neck, he instructed me to make myself comfortable. I knew exactly what he wanted.
I crawled onto the luxurious king-size bed with the soft silk sheets, and turned onto my back. Closed my eyes, and splayed my arms and legs wide apart.
I felt the blindfold being slipped over my head and across my eyes. Felt the silk scarves that were fastened to each corner bedpost, being tied around my hands and feet.
Felt his lips on mine. A deep kiss. Passionate. Made me tingle with even more excitement.
And we hadn't even started yet.
I heard him whisper in my ear: "Ready?"
I smiled and nodded.
Ready.
But he made me wait. And wait. The more he made me wait, the more ready I got.
I knew what he was doing: he was making my mind run away with anticipation. And I was. Couldn't help it.
I kept thinking about our session from yesterday. How he kept brining me to the edge. How badly he made me want to cum. How he whipped me into a frenzy with my breasts.
How much I just needed to suck and fuck and suck and fuck and suck and fuck.
Like I needed to right now. And that's when I felt the vibrator on my nipple.