Having dried myself off in the bathroom and quickly brushed my hair, I walked into the bedroom, not bothering to get dressed. I felt her eyes follow me as I gathered some things from the box. She was meek as I put her hands behind her back with leather restraints. I slipped a ball gag into her mouth, watching out of curiosity, because it was one thing that had always bothered me. She took it, her lips spreading around the bright red ball in her mouth.
Tilting my head sideways in consideration, I went to the box once more and brought out a set of nipple clamps. My hands shook slightly as I spread them, placed them on, and tightened them down. My own pussy grew wetter, knowing what a beautiful bit of pleasure-pain that was. My head moved of its own accord, my mouth moving to lick the tips of the nipples that showed just beyond the tight clamps. She likewise unconsciously tossed her head back and pushed her chest into my mouth.
"Oh, beautiful," I said softly.
I pulled upward on the chain that held the clamps, biting down a smile of my own as she writhed against them. "Too much like me," I thought.
"But it is not time for play yet," I said sternly. "There is still punishment for speaking in the shower. My whip, please."
Master handed it to me, His eyes intent.
She'd gotten down on hands and knees, knowing what was expected.
I didn't know, though, what to expect. I knew how hard of blows to give myself, I knew how Master could nearly make me come with His variety of blows, and she'd probably gotten whipped by her own Master. But I'd never done it to someone else.
Taking a deep breath, remembering my own command, I landed a smart blow on her buttocks. Then another. I counted ten blows before I stopped. I trailed the strands over the pink skin, smiling inwardly as I saw her writhe up into it. Then I snapped another blow, harder. Then the strands. Another blow. Strands. I kept alternating until I was hitting at nearly my full strength and I saw her nearly frantic with need.
I knew that place she was in - where pleasure and pain got so mixed up you can't tell one from the other and you don't know what you want, you just want more. The wave of power that swept over me as I realized I had brought her to this point nearly took my breath away, and also swept another powerful wave of arousal over me. My eyes met Master's, and He smiled, reading the astonishment there.
I reached down and undid the gag and the restraints. I also slid out the vibrator.
"Lay on your back," I commanded. "You may speak as well."
I knelt on all fours between her legs and dove into her pussy, lapping frantically at the warm wetness. If I couldn't come, I was determined to drive her as crazy as me. I bit at her clit which was engorged and standing out. She moaned frantically. I flicked it with my tongue, then circled it. I plunged down beneath to her sex and began fucking her with my fingers as I reached up and pulled on the chains. I felt the resulting wave of wetness on my fingers.
"Ask me," I said. "Ask me to come."
"Please!" she wailed. "Ohgodpleaseletmecome, pleasemistress, please, please..."
I slid one finger lower and slid it into her ass I said, "Come for me. Now."
With a shriek, she did. I felt her pussy muscles ripple around my fingers and her hips arch off the floor.
"Yes, yes, yessss!" she cried out.
A wave of triumph swept over me. The power nearly made me drunk. To take another person - another woman, especially - to that place, that place of loss of control and freedom and madness and sweetness that I knew like she knew ... Goddess.
"Hands down to your pussy," I said after a few moments. "Rub them. Keep yourself wet."
