Somehow you manage to resist. For now.

You give a straining, whining, grunt as he drives the plug fully into you, straining with every ounce of your being to prevent yourself from coming, whimpering and wriggling with desperation. Your breath is hissing through your mouth, your saliva dripping around the handle of the flogger.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs in your ear. "Well done." He steps around you and takes the flogger from your mouth, staring at your frantic panting face as you stare back into his. You glow with pride at his words, at the obedience you struggled so hard to achieve. Your body is quivering as much as ever, your pussy flowing with juices, your body shining with the sweat of your struggle.

He smiles at you, tracing the strands of the flogger against the skin of your neck and shoulders, smiling deeper as you shudder at the touch. The sensations of the plug in your ass, the clips on your nipples and pussy, the restraints on your body are like electric shocks. You feel like you need only a single spark to set you aflame, send an inferno of orgasm through you.

"Some men would gag you now," he says thoughtfully. "Gag you to reinforce how helpless you are." He smiles at you again as he traces the strands of the flogger over your breasts, making you flinch and quiver.

"Personally, I prefer to hear the music of your screams," he adds lashing your pussy with mild ****.

"OH GOD! GOD! FUCK! OH GOD!" you wail, struggling not to come, writhing at the blow, your pussy burning with with the sensation.

"You are not permitted to come," he reminds you, flicking the flogger against your breasts as you wriggle and whine.

"PLEASE...MASTER...PLEASE! LET ME COME! PLEASE...I CAN'T STAND IT! PLEASE...MASTER...PLEASE!"