Summer, with accessories

As told by a devoted slave

My skin is no longer the outside of me anymore, it's become the membrane with which I love Him, a gorged clitoris fully the size and shape of me as I lie here slowly juicing, sweating happily onto the pvc.

My thighs drawing up and then shedding the sheet, pushing them down to feel my flesh stretch and pucker in a thousand gorgeous discomforts. Now arching my back, the pvc rises with me, a lover so attentive, so careful to push me only closer to my pleasure. Twisting my shoulders against the bed, I'm feeling the plastic slowly suck and pull at me. Can't tell if I'm becoming part of the bed or the bed's floating up to become part of me. Can't tell if my pleasure is a part of His will or whether it still belongs to me. I'm so peacefully in wait for Him as I feel the cascade of pleasure in my every movement.

Slowly squirming in my quiet joy.

The birdsong from the garden is only noise now, I haven't the attention for anything else. Except Him and His fingers. Except Him and His clamps. Except Him and His love for me, lucky slut me.

And now He's here with me, slowly approaching my bed with a slow smile as our eyes meet. No boy here, this is a man to make me orgasm. Centred in Himself, centring me with Him, He's getting us both into the space. Wonderful that someone would ever have taken the time to know me like this, to humbly dedicate Himself to me? When I climax with Him, naturally I feel the pleasure of my body but also the happiness of knowing Him, of being for Him, of letting Him see how well He understands me. It's the least I can do to reward Him.

Standing over me now, my knees parting for Him and I'm hard put not to clench myself any closer to coming, my bottom rising and turning as I try to fob my pussy off with some preview of what she'll be feeling before long. Unzipping your bag, my beautiful Master! Watching the chain thrown spangles onto my face as you hold it in the light for me, letting a clamp dangle down onto my nose, I'm smiling, close to pleading aloud for you to put it on me right now! What could be better for a hot summer's day than a freezer-fresh pair of nipple clamps? Let the vanilla people have their Pimm's: my Master has got me some proper refreshment. And now He's going to attach it to me.

Reflections on my face as the metal nears my nipple in His artist's hands. Watching Him prise the clamp open, I notice how white the tips of His fingers are with the pressure needed to open the clamp. He must have to press quite hard, no? I do so truly hope so.

My nipples have been hard for a while now, erect for Him as I can see He's erect for me. "Please, please..." asking, and again... Peacefully in charge of me, He's smiling at me as He drags the clamp over my breast, stroking it against my erection. My mind wandering dizzily between His gaze and my nipple. Begging for Him to put it on and just as keenly begging Him to make me wait just a little more.

Whispering: "Do it, I beg you.". "Are you sure you're ready?". "Master, please". "I'm not sure that..."

...and He lets the clamp snap shut over me. A flash of pain, so refreshing in the Heat, weaves through me as I cry out. My chest bounces off the bed, I'm whimpering in the pleasure of Him. I feel...what? Pain and happiness: released from my loneliness, blossoming in front of this man, joyfully admitting Him to my Heart. And plain admiration too: as many times as He's done this to me, He never fails to clamp me at the exact right moment, when I'm perfectly ready for Him. An artist, I'm privileged to have Him work His art on me. Proud of myself, to be worthy of His attention.

I feel myself twisting round as the long-desired pain subsides to a magnificent discomfort, my mind flickering from my free breast, to the clamp and to Him. And I'm not ashamed to admit, to my sex as well. She's starting to overjuice. She's starting to spasm, but I mustn't, must not, come yet.

[to be continued]