Ebony ran the lashes through her fingers, and stroked the heavy leather paddle.?Fuckin’ great,? she said. ?Now, just to add to his discomfort, babe,... why don’t you get into your domme gear and then take these out to where Cunt’s hangin’ about, so he can feast his eyes on his implements of punishment! Give him somethin’ more to think about, eh??Which sure suited me – any little addition to a slave’s agony of waiting is all perfectly fine in my domination book!So I went upstairs, and got into the. "Damn Sarah you weren't wrong" she said eyeing me up and down "he is hot!" I immediately started to blush, and try to scoot away. "Don't worry" she said placing her hand on my thigh "Sarah tells me everything.” She leaned in closer and with a wink she whispered "everything!" Sarah, what the..." I was cut short by the hand of Monica across my mouth. The smell from her hand raced up my nose and it was mesmerising. It must have been from her perfume but it smelled like fresh apples. It was a weird. I worried that he might fuck me to death as I hung there, but then I felt the hot flood of his cum inside me.He rammed my cervix twice more before pulling out.“I think you’re ready for surgery now.”He unchained me from the frame as his cum dripped out of my aching cunt and guided me ungently to a hospital style exam table with stirrups and restraints. I mounted the table without question or resistance. He secured me to the table and locked my legs into the stirrups.“I need to piss.”Suddenly,. Suddenly, he stopped.And "disappeared" again.Nothing. For moments. Hours. DAYS.She knew better than to say anything. He'd punish her rather than titillating her - he'd hurt rather than reward. She couldn't say anything.She couldn't hear him, though, and as her flush faded, as her skin cooled and she began to come back to herself, she wondered what his next delicious torture would be.She waited. Heart rate slowing. Breath becoming even. And still, nothing.Without any warning but the brush of air.