You began giving my breasts little slaps, alternating that with Your ongoing treatment of squeezing and pinching them. You began giving my breasts little slaps, alternating that with Your ongoing treatment of squeezing and pinching them. And at last I succeeded, Sir, even though I collapsed to the floor again, completely wrung out by the effort. I quickly gave up all pretense of control – not that there had been much left anyway – and began to writhe in earnest, moaning and babbling through my panties and begging You with my eyes. You lit a single candle on your bedside table and then wrapped the end of my leash around one of the bedposts. You only touched me once during the next several minutes, and that was when You took a tissue from the box on Your bedside table and used it to gently blot away the tears that were leaking out of my eyes, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead once more as You did so.
