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	I was ready for work and it was just about time for me to leave.  I went to Mistress to say my good-bye.  As is often Her want, She slipped Her hand between my legs and centered Her finger on the seam of my jeans.   The seam centered on my clit.
	She worked it for a moment or two.  She went on long enough for me to become fully aroused, then stopped.  I moaned as rising desire was denied and rested my forehead on Her shoulder.  I raised my face to look at Her.  My eyes silently asked Her to continue.  She didn't.
	"Tonight" She said.  "Toothy."  My cunt reacted even before my brain registered what She'd said.  Ah yes...toothy.  It was O/our nickname for one of my favorite toys.  It started its life as an electric toothbrush.  A Dom friend of Hers had discovered a most ingenious way to modify it.  It stimulates the clit better than anything else I've known.
	She looked into my eyes and chuckled knowingly.  This was going to be a very long day and I'd be hard-pressed to concentrate on my job.  Very reluctantly, I moved away from Her and went out the door.  I hoped the day would be busy.
	I started the car and turned up the rock and roll station on the radio.  I needed some diversion.  Driving commanded my attention but, here and there, my mind drifted to the treat that waited for me.
	The day got busy.  Even so, much was routine and my mind always wandered back to Her.  And, of course, every time I thought of Her, the throbbing would begin again between my legs.
	The day wore on.  A few hours before work was over, She called me.  My body again responded to Her voice.  And Her comments were intended to intensify that response.  By the time She said good-bye, I was in a sad state.  The few hours that lay before me might as well have been a few days...minutes...seconds...time standing still.  Time, yes, but not my body.  I finished the last few hours and it was finally time to be on my way back to Her.
	On the long drive back, I thought about how wonderful She would make me feel.  Desire and want were full-blown now.  I counted the mile-markers as they disappeared behind me.  By the time I pulled into the parking lot, my panties were damp.
	I took some deep breaths as I walked to the door and went in.  She gave me a warm welcome-home hug.  W/we sat and talked a bit...small talk...chit chat.  I began to wonder.  She couldn't have forgotten, could She?  Perhaps it was Her way of feeding my desire.  If so, it was sure working.
	She was on the computer and continuing to talk.  She looked at me hard.  "I think you have on far too many clothes."  No, She hadn't forgotten.  She has said this to me before - with the same look in Her eyes.  I don't know what She read in my face.  She asked if I'd rather not "play".  That one little word put a whole new slant on things.  I had been waiting all day for Her touch.  And play was icing on the cake.  Oh yes, I wanted Her to play with me.  Toothy meant on thing.  Play meant quite another aspect.  I hadn't expected it.
	One of Her Dom friends was coming by with His sub the next day.  I would not be there.  I'd already gotten the box of toys out as She had asked me to.  I felt the same deep shiver I always do every time I touch, or even think about, the box.  
	"It would be a shame to waste them" She said.  I nodded my head in complete agreement.
	I asked if it would be all right to shower first.  "Of course" She said, "and bring Toothy with you when you come out.  I left Her and went to bathe.  As the warmth of the water flowed over me, the weariness of the day's work left and a new anticipation started to rise.
	I toweled off and came out wearing only a robe.  I placed Toothy in Her hand and took a step back.  "Take that off."  I removed the robe and laid it down.  She moved covers and pillows to suit Her.  I felt a slow, deep throb in my cunt with every heartbeat.  She had the box of toys beside Her.  She returned to Her chair and motioned for me to stand between Her knees, facing Her.
	She reached into the box and drew out the clover clamps.  My knees were weak with desire and I watched Her hands as they moved to put the first one on.  I closed my eyes as it bit down on my nipple.  She put the other one on and my breath caught as it closed on my flesh.    She tugged at the clamps...singly, together.  My clit danced in time with the music of pain, and pleasure.  I opened my eyes and looked into Hers.  I saw the sparkle in them and wondered what She was seeing in mine.
	She rose and moved out of my sight.  I rested the open palms of my hands on the top of my legs and waited.  The waiting was harder now than it had been all day.  She was feeding an appetite that had become voracious.
	The wait ended abruptly.  She'd been back in the box and had chosen some toys.  I felt nibbles from the first one.  The knots on the en of thin strips of leather bit into my ass sharply.
	"Remember this?"
	"Yes Ma'am."  I answered Her through closed teeth.  I was given more painful reminders from various implements.  Each one a little more intense.  Each on delivered with a little more force.  Every time She changed toys, She asked if I remembered it.  My skin remembered the feel of them as they were re-introduced.  Now and then, She'd pull at the clamps.
	My breaths became shorter and quicker as She continued.  My body was eagerly accepting its lashing.  And the ache between my legs continued to grow.
	She faced me again and began tapping my nipples.  Tap...tap...tap.  Each touch sent a double-barreled jolt through me - one pain, one pleasure.  My fingertips dug into the skin of my legs of their own accord.  She was using one of Her simplest, most effective, toys...the paint stirrer.  She got a new target in Her sights.  It smacked between my spread legs.  The tap, tap, tapping on my clit brought my body near its peak.  She'd smack my thighs with it, my nipples, but always went back to my clit.	
	I was trembling all over when She stopped.  She reached up to my breast and removed one of the clamps.  I couldn't stop the moan forced by the pain as it came off.  I took a quick, deep breath and held it as She took off the other one.  This pain was eclipsed by sweet agony as She took one nipple in Her mouth.  She didn't spare the other one.
	She guided me to the edge of the bed, sat me down, and laid me back on it.  My body was starving for release...stinging and burning....wanting.  She moved Her chair to sit between my knees.  She drew my legs up and placed them on the chair arms...Her body between them.
	I heard Her turn it on.  The sound almost as real as a touch in the reaction I felt.  I held my breath - waiting, anticipating.  The first real touch came and my hips arched to the source of its pleasure.  All pain was forgotten...it had done its job preparing me for this.  I gave into the intense, rapid vibrations that shut out everything else.  There was nothing now but my clit, cunt, and the thing that sent delirious waves of pleasure through me.  She moved it slightly and pressed it a bit harder against me.  I heard myself grunting out a powerful climax.  It tore through me.  My body jerked and spasmed with the force of it.
	She wasn't finished.  The first had barely crested when She sent me toward another one.  I was no longer aware of my body's movement or sound.  I was pleasure...nothing else.  Another orgasm had me in its grip.  Again, with little time between, She had my body wanting even more.  It wasn't denied.
	I remember the abrupt quiet as She turned it off.  I was breathing hard, my heart racing, and my cunt throbbing as the last little waves of pleasure abated.  She stroked and petted my body.  She took my hands and pulled me - legs still resting on the arms of Her chair - to a sitting position.  She helped me slide right onto Her lap.
	I rested there, nestled close to Her, my face buried in Her neck.  Her arms held me and Her hands glided over my skin.  Calm returned.  I had traveled the long journey of day into night.  The night, and Mistress, had been most kind.
	She helped me off Her lap and into a night shirt.  She turned down the blanket and I sank into the softness of the bed as She pulled the covers up over me.  I opened my eyes long enough to see Hers smile back at me.
	Sleep took me then - totally satisfied...body tired, mind at rest - into a deep, dreamless sleep.


									

										......annie