With one hand you take your soft warm breast; your fingers work their way to the nipple, until you force a pointed tip. Taking the cold metal clamps in your other hand you open the clamp, something you’re slowly becoming accustomed to. The weight is more then your old ones and the pressure stronger.
Closing your eyes as the clamp pierces into your tightened pink nipple, you imagine it’s him doing it and instant feeling of wetness seeps in between your thighs. You take a shuddering breath, opening your eyes you repeat the process on the other side; the chain link is resting between your heaving breasts as you count. One, two, three…all the way to one hundred, you were told, with your eyes closed. Your mind focused on his face, your body focused on the sensations rolling up and down your skin, tingling, radiating outwards from your nipples like a drop in a pond slowly reaching the edge.
Once you’ve reached one hundred, you reach for the crop beside you. You were told one swat for every year of your age. Spreading your legs; your hand reaches between your thighs. You slide your hand over your pussy once and as you pull back up you pull yourself open. You know you cannot go lightly and this isn’t the normal riding crop, just a triangle of black leather. He said for each light swat you must add ten more.
Biting your lip you send the first swat to your pussy, dead center. Hmm. The sound was more then the bite, you think. Two, three…you open your cunt further, as you continue picturing him, smiling and nodding. Slowly you begin to add in your own fantasy; hitting the insides of your thighs. You run your free hand over and one finger inside yourself. You want to ensure you are wet on the outside. You bring your fingers to your mouth to moisten them and replace them over your pussy, back and forth you rub. You continue to punish your pussy; gasping as you go slightly harder, faster, harder.
Finally you’re finished counting and you set the crop down. You hear only the fast pace of your breathing in the room. Next you pick up the vibrator and you’re surprised that you’re clenched so tight that only the head can fit inside. Playing this into the fantasy, you begin to beg for it, for him. Needing him to spread you open and fill you up.
You slowly work it in, you breath is rapidly getting away from you as your muscles adjust to the intrusive vibrator. Then you turn on the vibrations, but it’s not enough. You clench your thighs together and roll on your side moaning, needing release, and wanting it so badly. Your hand touches the crop and your fingers curl around it. You begin to punish your ass this time, lost in your fantasy of you and him. And like a pulse of rapid fire of the stings on your butt your climax begins to take hold and your breath is caught in your throat. You start to squirt out, as you land that last blow on that spot on your thighs right below your ass, where he likes it. Your tongue licks across your lips in satisfaction, for him. Warmth and a flood of heat consumes you as your orgasm continues to flow through your veins and pulses from your core. It causes your body to convulse in quick jolts. You flick off the vibrator and release the clamps, which causes you to suck in your breath; your eyes flutter, exhausted from your session.
You toss everything aside and curl up for a nap, drifting into dreams of him.