Heather stops.

Just as she's about to seal your fate, she stops and lowers her arm, grinning. "Well, well, well. That was fun for me. Was it fun for you? I think I'm going to be wet for days after this." She moves back to your side and carefully removes the damned pinchy thing from your tongue. You've been drooling and panting uncontrollably, and that thing actually kind of hurt. It was good to have it off. But why? What's happening?

You work your jaw a bit, grateful to have your tongue back inside your mouth where it belongs. Your mind is reeling, still teetering near the edge of a crazy orgasm, and your body feels like its on fire.

Heather cups your chin and lifts your gaze to meet hers. "A **** should show appreciation when her mistress takes good care of her."

****. That was you. "Oh, um. Thank you, mistress?" You really don't know if you're thanking her for removing the gag or for flogging you so well. Either. Both. And you mean it. But one thing stands to be decided. "Did- did I win the game?"

Heather smiles broadly, very pleased. She turns off the vibrator, giving your sore clit a much-needed rest. "You did! You were great. I was sure you were going to black out or cream yourself, but you tapped out just in time."

Releasing the latches on the two halves of the wooden restraints, the thing pops open. The front portion falls into her waiting hands and you're free to fall forward onto your hands. Your knees are still tied to the floor, spread open. You're almost dizzy with arousal and have to take deep breaths, gradually recovering your wits.

Heather strokes your back softly as if petting an animal. "I'm almost disappointed, because I wanted to see you cum to the flogger. It would have been exquisite." She drops to her knees in front of you and takes your face in both hands. "Buuut, now I get to watch you collect your prize."

You hear Mark climb to his feet and suddenly remember what your prize was going to be. Your pussy aches just thinking about it, and you are once again reminded that your ass is still full of hard rubber.

Turning to look, Heather catches your head and pulls your focus back to her. She brushes your hair from your face. "No, no. Look at me. Right here. I want to see everything you feel." She's breathing deeply, herself, and you can only imagine how insanely horny she is. Her arousal is so obvious, so raw. You think you're going to come just staring into those eyes.

Mark places his hand on your hip and you just know he's lining himself up to enter you from behind. Oh god, it's happening. You've never once in your life wanted anything to do with other guys. You're as straight as they come.

Or, you were. Now you're kneeling in a puddle of your own arousal, trapped helplessly between a cock and a horny place, about to get fucked stupid, maybe literally! And to make matters worse, you desperately, desperately want it to happen.