Whipped

She held the wheel less than an inch from the skin of my breath; I tried to calm my breathing… I feared if my chest expanded too much I would sting myself on the needles.

She took a long time… a damn long time!

“Are you sure you can handle it?” she finally mocked me.

I nodded way before I could even think.

I needed something to happen. There was a need building up in my system. I needed it.

Please. Miss A. Please.

My mind was begging, though I was still afraid… I knew how sensitive I was to even the gentlest touch there… could I really handle it?

I whimpered loudly; muffled by the red rubber ball between my teeth as the first spike bit down on the upper part of my breast.

My body moved; in the very same movement it tried to escape and get closer to her.

It burned. It stung… but I felt how my nipple grew even harder… my skin grew hot and tight. I forgot all about the metal uncomfortably filling my backside.

Slowly she rolled the wheel closer to my nipple. I was breathing hard through my nose, harder the closer she got.

My biggest fear was that she would stop now. That she would decide it was enough… that I wasn’t strong enough…

Please!

But just before the wheel even touched she took it away from me. My eyes widened.

Why?!

She grinned.

Oh that bitch. How could she grin now! Fuck!

Finally the roller returned to my skin, this time she repeated her work on my other breast… stopping just as I thought the pin would bite into my rock hard nipple; she took it away.

Had my arms not been tied behind my back I would have grabbed her hand and moved it back; like a baby robbed of her candy.

“You like it” she voiced the obvious.

I nodded desperately. I had a feeble hope this would make her give in and give me what I wanted.

“You want it?” she put her face close to mine. I felt her warm breath on my cheek.

Her hand slid down my body, my skin trembled under her gentle, light touch and I felt an urge to cross my legs… the lower she got, the stronger was the tingle.

She reached behind me and carefully pulled on the hook.

“Gah!” I yelped into the gag. My eyes closed and my body cramped deliciously.

“It’s doing the trick, huh” she whispered almost inaudible.

She stepped away from me again and weighed the wheel in her hand; giving me a thorough look.

Bloody hell. Why couldn’t she just give me what I needed? Did she really have to drag this out?

She had full control over my pain… my pleasure…

Finally the roller returned to my flesh, this time going from the underside of my breast… slowly going upwards. Deep down I knew I wouldn’t be so lucky, but internally I begged for her to speed up her scheme.

She didn’t… once again she stopped just before. The same was done to my other breast.

She put the roller on the table and I watched with wide eyes, almost feeling a sorrow.

I had a burning need to know what it felt like when one of the thin needles sank into my nipple!

She admired her work as the skin on my breasts burned. I could still feel where the wheel had stung me. It felt amazing as it throbbed and my heart raced. I was so warm!

She stepped close to me again and leaned her face against mine. I heard her breathing in my ear. Her hand once again slowly travelled down my body and I held my own breath.

This time her hand didn’t seek my behind, but my front. She reached between my legs and easily slid in between the slick lips.

She pinched my engorged clit.

“You’re soaking” she whispered right into my ear. I felt myself salivate from her touch. My hips bucked.

“Try not to cum, fight it” she moaned against my cheek as her hand began to work on me. She rubbed, tickled and pinched and  I tried to close my legs and tighten… fighting the cramps she set in motion… my eyes closed hard.

It was a monstrous task to stop what was happening. Her movements combined with the ball that seemed to grow inside as I clenched.

My whimpers were muffled. She knew I was struggling and her movements got even more persistent.

“Fight it” she hissed the order.

I clenched tighter, making the ball hurt my insides… I yelped and suddenly I was set off… I bucked and writhed as if I was possessed. Her hand didn’t stop moving.

“Good girl” she sighed to me as she let me ride out the orgasm, her fingers still tickling me. It seemed to take forever, just as I thought the waves would slow down her fingers took me back to another high. 

I finally fell limp, unable to keep my own balance.

“Good girl, Mira” she cooed and traced her fingers lovingly over my face. She pulled the gag from my mouth before she undid the ropes and unceremoniously made me bend over so she could slip the hook out of my anus that seemed to gasp now it was released.

It gave me a new cramp as it popped out.

I felt so sleepy now; the room seemed to grow dim.

She smiled at me as she noticed my yawn. She dropped the ropes on the floor and grabbed me instead and carried  me all the way to my room. I cuddled up in her arms and buried my face in the sleeve of her night gown… much like I had done that night Macy saved me.

I was barely conscious when she tugged me in. She kissed my cheek just before I dozed off and I heard her whisper.

“Good girl”.