Denial Victoria[28] is suspended by her Mistress Lucy [32] and lost in the moment in between impact play [repost] [Fdom] [Fsub] [Intense edging] [Orgasm denial] [Good Girl] [Shibari] [Suspension] [Butt plug] [Spanking mention] [Toy use] [Food] [Cunt] [Juces] [Nipple Clamps] [Flogging]

Denial

I have no idea how long I have been here.

The only thing tethering me to the passage of time is the second hand on the clock beside the bookcase hanging on the wall.

I remember the brass pendulum sweeping left to right, swinging in the air, suspended, just like me.

The throbbing from the spanking has stopped coming in waves now.

I am just left with the warm memory of where she touched me like she doesn’t touch anyone else, because she loves me.

The sharp sting of the crop against my clitoris that she started with has faded.

Now the lush is just steadily rising and lowering, not a pulse, a steady ebb and flow, like the waves of the sea, lapping against the beach on a calm steady bright afternoon.

Yet the first spots of fresh rain are threatening, just a faint hint of the storm that had raged hours before, dark clouds on the horizon loom, as though nature’s fury was only tempered and left unsatisfied.

I focus and the remaining calm in my mind stretches out toward every corner of my consciousness.

The smell of what she is cooking for supper fills my nostrils, what is that, Bolognese sauce, the rich deep aroma of tomato and beef, clinging to me like a hug from someone who cares.

But that’s not everything, there’s the tang of cheese mixing with something creamy as it melts away.

Lasagna.

Good, that can take hours to cook properly, so she plans for me to be here a while longer.

The draught of someone walking past me quietly moves cool air and I feel it waft on to my exposed cunt, my juices dripping from everything I have felt today.

I clamp down on the firm metal plug in my ass, reminding myself of every delicious sensation received so far.

She approaches, spins me towards her, and removes my nipple clamps, my blood rushing back to fill where I was pinched making me gasp.

“5 hours and still no orgasm, well done, that’s a new record. Shall we go for seven?”

She asks sweetly.

I nod energetically.

“Good girl!” She replays lovingly, and I feel my mind slip back towards the edge of oblivion, as the lush changes pitch and I hear the tales of the floggers being shaken out once again.

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