Steeling myself against the embarrassment, I made my way down the steps and to the sidewalk. My breathing sped up, and my heart began to race. I wondered why he refused to touch my cunt. Yet it served its purpose because when he went back to kneading my breasts between his fingertips, nothing but a soft sound escaped the gag. Throwing me down onto the bed, he put his hands on the clasp of the ball gag. He inserted one finger in, turning it in a small circle inside my ass. When he snapped the second one on, I didn’t even flinch. He smiled and flicked the nipple clamps again, winning another high-pitched moan from me. He laughed at me, and tortured me with his small, light touches. I had never been with a man who had such amazing stamina. I tightened my muscles, trying to keep from showing Master how turned on I was.
