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if she was alone in her own world.
    What instrument of delicious torture would she choose?
    After what seemed an agonizingly long wait, Cassie finally selected the very same red spaghetti-string flogger that I had handled earlier. The satisfying zing-thwack which echoed around the dungeon when she tested it against wood turned my legs to jelly.
    “I think we’ll start there.” Cassie waved the flogger in the direction of the stool. “Face down. No…Wait!”
    Already halfway to my destination, I stopped with my heart in my mouth. I turned around slowly, waiting, expectant, anticipating the exhilarating lash of leather thongs against my bare skin.
    “Put these on.”
    My slow reaction meant I barely managed to catch the set of nipple clamps and beaded mask that Cassie tossed in my direction. I took my time clipping the clover clamps onto my nipples, the heavy connecting chain hung almost to my waist and gave a satisfying tug as I moved. And once I’d pulled the mask over my face, I was relieved to discover I could still see, albeit through very thin slits that severely limited my field of vision. Being in total darkness was the one thing I feared above all else. Esmée had loved to test my devotion to the limit with sensory deprivation.
    I stepped forward on unsteady legs, lowered myself into the restraints at the front of the stool, and then slid my body across the curved top with my arms stretched out above my head so that my wrists rested in the open manacles.
    Other than my ragged breathing, not a sound broke the silence.
    When Cassie clicked the thigh restraints shut locking me into the stool, I reveled in that special moment, the subtle rise in tension and a promise of the erotic pleasures to come if I could hold out long enough. As though she’d read my mind, Cassie adjusted the angle of the supports forcing my legs wider apart. Cool air caressed my moist heat like a lover’s kiss and cranked my arousal up a further notch. In desperation, I pressed my mound hard against the stool and wriggled my ass.
    “Stop that. You will wait until I give you permission to come.” A sharp crack rent the air, and an exquisite pain seared my ass. I jerked in reaction, and the nipple clamps bit into my flesh, firecrackers exploding throughout my body. They’d barely ceased when Cassie snapped the wrist manacles shut completing my entrapment.
    Oh, it felt so good.
    Until this moment, I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed the thrill and satisfaction I got from being shackled, flogged, and fucked senseless by a hard mistress. Esmée’s supposedly heavy workload, or more likely her blossoming affair with that sly bitch, Marisa, had kept us away from the club for all of three months so I had a lot of time to make up for. My heartbeat raced out of control as the rush of blood pumped through my veins and hot juices scalded my throbbing crotch.
    Cassie strutted around the stool; her soft leather boots making little sound on the oak floor. With each circuit, she teased the flogger across my skin: up my legs and down my back, across my ass so the strands licked at my slit like a tongue and got slicker with my juices at each sensuous stroke. I grew even hotter and wetter; my excitement and anticipation rose to a fever pitch until I hovered on the brink of the forbidden orgasm. And when Cassie thrust a hard dildo deep into my slick pussy, I came apart.
    My eager muscles claimed the cold steel with a vice-like grip. I thrashed against the restraints and the stool as wave after wave of electric sensation drove me higher and further until I plunged over the precipice into a place I’d never been before – floating weightless in space, enveloped in bright rainbow lights with the crash of waves pounding a distant shore filling my ears. I fought to prolong the ecstasy, to stay forever in this perfect world, but the colors and sounds faded all too soon leaving me slumped over the stool, my breathing ragged, and my body twitching with