"Thank you, Kitten. Let’s see what we have in here. Yes, this I think will work well. What do you think, Stan?"
"On yes, I think that'll be just right. How does Baby usually react to that?"
"To tell you the truth, I don’t know. Kitten recommended it, said you had some good results with it."
Agh came to mind, kitten and her experiments.
"Kitten, would you like to show me how it’s done?"
"Certainly, Master." With that said, Kitten was again in front of me. What could she do to me that Master had not before? Then it hit me or I should say brushed me.
Feather like strokes pelted my heat. She was painting my pussy in oil. No two strokes were the same. I wondered if the oils were colored. It seemed as if she had a picture in mind. I tried to follow, to see if there was a pattern, a method to her madness; 'cause madness this was. Not ten strokes into it and I was awash in a higher level of want. Wanting her to go faster. My body tried to move in anticipation of the next stroke she would make.
I strained in the cuffs. The brush stopped, the vibrator came on and I bucked. My stomach muscles did the barrel roll as I cried out.
"Baby, if you keep moving like that, Kitten will never finish," Master said as his lips brushed mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and letting it go.
"Baby," Master whispered into my ear, "I want to see how still you can remain while Kitten finishes her artwork. If you move again I will be force to tell Kitten to stop until you have calmed yourself. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master, I understand." Yes, I did understand, Master was telling me I'd be left here like this until a much later date, if I didn't behave. My mind wanted to obey, but my body didn't want to cooperate. I tossed my head back and let out a loud groan as Kitten started painting again, but my head was the only thing to move.
The vibrator was on full and I could feel my ass cheek muscles twitching, no help for that – I couldn't stop them if I wanted too.
With one last long stroke Kitten said, "Finished." My body was trembling and I was awash in passion.
"Baby, on the count of five I want you to cum. One." I felt my whole being tense. "Two." I inhaled. "Three." A sheen of sweat broke out. "Four." I was on the edge. My body was posed to explode. I was hovering there ready for five. Please, Master, give me five.
"Stan, I do like that picture Kitten did," Master said. I started to whimper. I wouldn't cum till Master gave me the word. We had worked on this many a night. I could take the pleasure and pain of being there, or almost there, for a little bit. Master would let Stan see that I was well trained, that I would not cum before he let me. He would wait, as with the grape, until my will was about ready to break, and then he would let me.
Time passed I had almost reach the point of no return when I felt Master behind me, holding my hips. He lifted me and slid into me. "Five," Master whispered into my ear and I flew over the edge. My body constricted around Him and I came. Lightening bolts of pleasure shot through my body.
Pure white-hot pleasure was all I felt, until I felt Master moving in me. In and out he pumped, keeping me going long and hard. I continued to cum. I was slick from head to toe. Master's hands were slipping. I felt him cum into me and he wrapped his arms around me to hold me close as I continued to cum. I begged him to stop, I begged him to continue. On and on it went, till I was spent.
I hung there with Master in me for some time, before he pulled out.
Kissing me on the back of the neck, he said, "Thank you, Baby. I'm going to clean up and take a swim. You'll stay here for now and think about why you're here. Stan, Kitten, let's leave Baby." With that he swatted my keester and was gone.
Silence and the anticipation of things to come were what I was left with. That and the satisfaction, I had pleased Master, not only physically, but I had shown I was trained as well.