You seem eager now, reaching for your climax. I keep you in check, slowing a little. I am the one who determines whether you get your release or not. And you most definitely will get it.
Your heat and slime build on my hand-- my goal now in reach. You are panting now. My pace and pressure increase. You feel the burn, wanting more, but near your limits. I distract you with a light tug on the clamps, then constant tension. This gets your eyes watering. They glisten-- partly with fear, partly with lust.
Still close to your limit but willing me on with your eyes, I reduce my pace, aiming for depth. We are one big push away from unification, submission-- in the most perfect, intimate way.
A pull on the chain gets your nipples burning. They seem directly connected to your pussy. My job is made easier by your constant lubrication. I am close to my goal, now. So are you.
The drumbeat pistoning of my hand almost stops as I make one long push. I feel you tense, then relax. You are now focused on one thing, me, completely embedded in your pussy. My hand is met with equal pressure from you. You NEED this. Eyes are now glazed, nipples screaming, ass still burning. You exhale your full breath. You let out an animal squeal as my hand passes its widest point, sliding into you. Settling in a natural position, my hand entirely in your pussy, you catch your breath. I am completely still within you. Encased. The feeling is euphoric. We've fucking done it!
Just as you get some control, I start to move my hand, keeping up the pace. I adjust my hand slowly, gently, knowing every little vibration is amplified by the tension in your body. Each movement feels like an earthquake. You grunt in time with my movements.
Knowing this bliss may quickly turn to discomfort, I gradually increase my stroke.
When I remove my hand you will lose control - mind, breathing, voice, bladder—your reality shattering.
You know there will be a peak as I retreat, a high point, an inability to tell pain from pleasure. It starts now.
I move more deeply now, testing my exit, feeling you from the inside. There is much resistance, it is an exquisite sensation.
More sustained pressure now to allow my extraction. You are whining and crying unintelligibly, no sense at all, just complete nonsense - yes, no, please. You are consumed, reality gone.
As I flatten my hand and prepare for complete removal, I pull your nipple chain again. This widens your eyes - and your pussy. I gently, steadily pull my hand out. On reaching maximum resistance you push with me. You let out a continuous, low roar-- eyes rolling back, tears streaking your face. Your pussy sprays like a geyser. It is a glorious sight.
Your fountain curves into the air and covers me, head to toe, and you don't stop. You groan, then cry as your nipple clamps pull off. Your pussy is open, every detail visible, flowering like a rose.
You continue to squirt for what seems like minutes. I am so in awe of you my reactions are delayed. I miss your first sparkling jet but try to catch the remainder of your golden nectar in my mouth. I miss loads. It's in my eyes, nose, ears, hair. My chest hair is matted. I am anointed. I am elated. A perfect result from my perfect slut.
Now drained of fluid and breath, you are spent. Unfolding your arms and crossing your legs, you roll onto your side-- knees up to chest, foetal position, eyes blank. You have still not landed on this planet.
With a blanket I cover us and curl behind you, enclosing you completely in my arms, honouring my promise to keep you safe.
I feel your familiar post-sobbing breathing.
I know you are now smiling at least as much as me.
I am proud of your fabulous achievement, of your perfect performance, and most proud of you for being my compliant slave.
