She felt helpless. Naked. Vulnerable. And she reveled in it. How she ached to have this feeling again, to be tied down, her wrists and ankles strapped to the bed beneath her, her legs spread wide as the cool autumn air from the open window saturated the room, making her skin tingle, her nipples harden into tight little knots on the top of her quivering breasts, but most of all, she had missed the feeling of having her pussy stuffed full, of having her cream spill down her thighs, coating the bed, to pool beneath her ass. The vibrations started up again, sending little jolts of pressure against her clit and she jumped, straining against the restraints holding her down, lifting her hips up higher, trying her best to squeeze her legs just a little closer, so close to the release that she craves...
"What do you think you're doing, pretty girl? You know you're not supposed to move." She flushes, not realizing Master had been in the room, and she quickly relaxes into the bed, biting her lip, trying to remember how to form coherent sentences.
"I-I'm sorry Master. I just couldn't help myself." She licks her lips, the skin dry from her heated panting, and she listens closely as Master stands up, trying her best to pay attention to even the tiniest detail of his movements.
"I know Pet, you've been edged relentlessly for a week now. It must be so hard to be denied what is usually so easily given." Her face flushes, but this time for a different reason. Shame filters in through the thick fog of desire and she swallows audibly.
"Master, I-" She wants to apologize again, but he gently rubs the back of his knuckles across her breast, purposely avoiding her aching nipple.
"I know my Pet, I know. I'm no longer angry with you. You've been such a good girl this week, taking your punishments without protest." She nods her head, squeezing her hands into fists, trying her best to keep her orgasm at bay as the vibrator moves insistently inside her.
