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"That's very comfortable, master," I say, and as I do, I wince as he pulls the chains tighter so that I'm totally suspended now. The most intimate, vulnerable areas of my body-my inner thighs, my underarms, the underside of my breasts, oh, and my pussy-are all exposed, utterly vulnerable, his to pleasure or abuse, whichever he chooses. I close my eyes and wait for the first stroke of the whip, the slap of the paddle, not knowing which instrument of torture Leroy's going to use on me first, but my whole body is alive and trembling in anticipation.

What happens instead totally unnerves me. First of all I feel warm sweet breath on my face and then a pair of soft lips is on mine. This gentle, respectful kiss shocks and thrills me more than a thousand lashes of the whip. Leroy holds still for a while and then probes my lips with his tongue, trails it across my teeth, explores the inside of my mouth while my mind races. I'm not used to this, and his soft touch is really disarming me. Then he turns his attention to my nipples, which are puffy. I yearn for his touch, his teeth on my tits, a harsh pinch, perhaps. As Leroy's head bends to my breasts I notice them stiffen and harden in anticipation of his touch. When he does take them one-by-one in his mouth, his touch is as tender and sensitive as any I've known. I feel the warmth of his lips transfer itself to my pussy, which starts to pound and throb. This slow, exquisite torture is more intense than any whip or chains. Then he's back up at my mouth, kissing me, harder this time, and it's like he's got a link directly to my clit. He takes my lower lip in his mouth and sucks gently at first, then more forcefully. As he becomes more aggressive and greedy, I'm finally receiving stimulation that I understand and love. This is the masterful behavior I was expecting, that I was psyched up for. As he takes my lip between his teeth and bites down hard, I arch my back, my whole body suddenly suffused with a burning fire that only some heavy fucking will quench. For the first time, I verbalize the desperate need that my body is sending to my mind but that I won't be allowed to cry out: "I need to come. I need to come. I need to come."

Leroy pulls away from me, and when he does, I see a spot of blood on his lower lip. I suck my own lip and realize it's mine; he's broken the skin. A crowd is gathering now, and I love the fact that they can all see how I've been marked by my master, branded as his property with a tiny cut on my lip and a red smear on my chin. He reaches into a bag at the foot of the cage and produces a tiny chrome rod that looks like a mascara wand. When he clicks a switch and the sleek little bar begins to buzz and hum, I know that it's not makeup he's got in mind. Standing at arm's length, I find his very distance from me a form of torture in itself. Doesn't he know that my body is his to use and abuse? Doesn't he know how my flesh craves to be pressed up against his?-Leroy traces the vibe across my splayed body, tickling me under the arms and behind the knees. To giggle is totally forbidden, and I have to strain every nerve in my body and bite down into my own shoulder to suppress the uncontrollable squeals that build up inside me. As I buck and writhe, I'm so wildly turned on that I can't obey my body's most basic instincts.

Then, with a firmer touch, he holds the vibe to my nipples, which tingle and throb until the extreme sensation is almost unbearable. That's when he points the silver stick between my legs, almost-but-not-quite touching my pussy lips. I'm mortified to see that a droplet of juice spills from my naked, swollen pussy and lands on the floor, where it sits like a tiny pearl. For me to take pleasure from Leroy's abuse is forbidden. Will he notice? Of course he does. Nothing escapes this master's attention.

"Are you aroused?" he says, accusingly. "I don't remember giving you permission to get turned on." I shake my head, knowing that my body has betrayed me and that it's too late. He pushes the toy against my pussy lips. From my restrained position I can't see my sex, but

I'm sure my pleasure must be obvious in my throbbing, pulsating pussy for all to see. Then he puts it on my clitoris. As the tension builds in my sensitive little bud, my arms and legs begin to ache, and my whole body yearns for release.

"Do you want someone inside you?" asks Leroy

"Yes, master," I somehow find the strength to say.

"Who do you want inside you?" he demands.

"You, master," I half pant, half scream.

"How much do you want it?"

"I will die if you don't fuck me," I say, and I mean it.