Saturday's torment

Saturday, strung up for Ma'am, such delicious torment in store for me...

It was a couple of hours before we had to leave for our planned evening out. She had told me that she wanted to add some color to my shoulders and bottom but she had another plan that I didn't know anything about. So there I was, strung up and naked for her, my most sensitive places the objects of her complete attention.

Ma'am's caress – sometimes soft and lingering and sometimes insistent and forceful – mixed with the varied sensations of her crop, flogger and spoon. Her rhythm and build were perfect and I was primed to take everything she could give me and maybe a little more.

Again and again she teased me, bringing me up to the very edge of orgasm only to pull back and replace that sensuous touch with something more harsh – a pinched nipple, a kiss from her crop, the lick of the lash. Each time she checked I was wetter than the last...every inch of my skin so sensitive that the most gentle touch caused a rippling effect of quivering and shuddering from deep inside. I was fairly vibrating with a raw and powerful need...but Ma'am's plan had been to bring me to precisely that state and to leave me wanting for the rest of the evening.

I whimpered when she helped me down and told me to put on my street clothes...but I was a good girl who did her very best to put her aching need aside and dutifully went out to pick up dinner.