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... slowly so it will not be perceived as a sigh as I wait, longing, for the infinite seconds to pass before she will touch me again. I have attempted to count them off myself many times but my mind races and my count is usually double the prescribed number. With my complete trust in her, I know she is watching the seconds pass on the silent clock, as anxious as I am, or maybe even more so, for them to pass. To pass the time instead, I try to focus on each item she has placed upon me in turn: soft, firm pressure of the blindfold over my eyes, hard, tight force of the gag pulling back my lips, cold tension of the clamps on each nipple surrounded by the rougher, warmer sensations of the clothespins around them, rigid tension of the leather strap pushing down and separating my testicles, pulling and cracking of the hardening wax on my flesh, and the plug inside me stretching open my ass. Finally, a twist of the clamp on my right nipple lets me know that time has passed. I close my eyes beneath the blindfold and hold my breath, relishing the pain and holding back a groan of pleasure. My mind feels like it is expanding inside my skull and my anus tightens around the plug as she continues to twist further. She holds it there as my breathing quickens, watching my body language carefully. This time she slowly twists it back the other direction and I shudder slightly. She releases the clamp and flicks the clothespins lightly, chuckling as I flinch, and drags a tiny flogger's falls ...

... across my testicles. I know that she will soon begin to slap my rigid, twitching cock and balls with it but she will make me wait and wonder when it will start. I can almost discern each tip as it passes over my sensitive flesh... once, twice, three times... four, five... Then the flogger sharply strikes my shaft causing my hips to jerk up off the table. I fight to stay silent while my mind screams "YES! YES! MORE! PLEASE! MORE!" I lose count of the blows at 20 and let my mind fade into a delirium of sensations. When she stops, I find that I am panting, nearly foaming at the mouth, with her gently stroking my temple with her hand. I focus and slow my breathing as she whispers words of praise into my ear. "You're doing very well. I'm so very proud of you. Back with me, my beautiful creature?" I nod and feel her tapping the clothespins one after the other. "Time for these to come off. One." She removes the first one and the pain floods the spot where it was as the blood rushes back into the compressed capillaries. "Two. Three. Four..." she counts, releasing some, pulling others off without opening them. When they are all off, she rubs the area where they were with two stiff fingers, intensifying the sensation and making my body quiver. She lifts the chain which connects the nipple clamps slowly, pulling it up until I am forced to lift my back off the table. She holds it there and says, "Eyes closed." Slowly she slides the blindfold up and off of my face. "Open them now," she leans ...