Cici wanted to cum. She had to cum, she could feel it in her core. She had been on the edge of an orgasm for the whole evening...? Or Forever??
Her master/owner had his fingers dancing inside around her pussy, while she knelt on top of his arm chair, one knee on either arm rest. Her proud C cup breasts were clamped at the nipples, with a chain connected, on which were numerous bells. They chimed with every slight movement of her body, as it writhed. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, and her ass plugged. And her pussy displayed at ideal height to be played, directly in front of Master. Her eyes were blind folded and she didn't have anything on beside her leather collar, which proudly displayed "Slut Slave Cici '' and black garter belt with stockings.
Her master sat on the arm chair, seemed to be preoccupied with his book, as he toyed her with one hand, and flipped pages with the other. She could just hear the rustle of pages over the chiming of bells and her own heavy breathing and squelching of her pussy.
"Please..." she whispered.
Silence, pages flipped. The fingers thrusted in and out of her doubled their dance.
Squelch.
Squelch.
She moaned. Her mouth opened in an O.
"What?" The voice was deep, calm, as though talking to another human being. But she wasn't a human being, she was a slut, just his play thing.
"Please... Sir!" she managed to get the words out, as his thumb rubbed deliciously on her clit. Slow circles that encircled the nub. Ever tantalizing.
Just a few more of those and she would get off.
She gasped, as she felt the chain between her breast tugged a few times, each tug sending erotic signals throughout her body.
