With the chain between my teeth, she warned me not to bite down on it or pull too hard, and then she plunged two fingers into me so fast that I did tug the chain, screaming momentarily because of it.

She just moaned and slowly started to take me, watching as I tried to show some self-control. I know how much she enjoys the way I tremble and arch for her, too. She says the sounds I make never fail to arouse her, and when Tina’s aroused . . . she’s an evil genius. It’s a beautifully vicious cycle that we both enjoy.

It was so good that I came in just under a minute, but she took her fingers out, licked them, and then started fucking me again. She started teasing me verbally again while I was reaching another orgasm, and the humiliation sent me over the edge.

The third time, however, I thought back to that video, and the many other things she’d mentioned in passing, or that we’d wanted to try together, and the endless possibilities made me crumble. I came screaming with my legs over her shoulders, her fingers buried in me, the clamps released just as the orgasm crashed over me. Her face was in my neck, our bodies covered in sweat. Such a beautiful way to spend the night. Boy was I ever glad we’d tried for an early night, or we wouldn’t have had much sleep that night.

Thankfully, she is so careful with me, and she takes great care after the fact, bathing me as she bathes herself, holding me, kissing me. She’s always so attentive right after, showing her dedication, just as I’d showed mine. I think that’s what gives me such comfort in the moment, knowing how much she loves me, and that we’ve built such a strong trust between one another. She would never betray mine just as I would never betray hers, and we are safe with one another. I never have to worry, I can just live free and be honest with her. I can enjoy in fantasies that may seem a little frightening because she never judges me, and she would never really hurt me in the aggressive sense of that word. She is careful, and she knows what she’s doing.

And does she ever know what she’s doing! I wonder what I would be like as a Domme sometimes. I don’t think I’d ever be able to tease her . . . I just don’t have it in me. I mean, a real Domme who gets off on having all the control . . . it makes me laugh to think of it, but maybe one day I’ll ask to try it with her. Who knows . . . maybe nipple clamps will be her friend, too ;)