Her protest turned into a plaintive moan as she struggled not to orgasm when he bumped the setting higher on the vibrating egg.

“You can always safeword,” he reminded her with an evil grin.

Truth be told, she didn’t really want the torture to end.

She shook her head.

Now gave her another look she loved besides his playful smile. This grin, almost like a little boy with a toy, made him look practically giddy. She loved it.

She loved that she was the reason he smiled like that, the source of his amusement, even if at her own expense.

Then again, it was no large sacrifice to endure.

He didn’t let her help clean up. He moved her back to the kitchen on the pillow where he could keep an eye on her and keep her mentally off-balance with the vibrating egg. When he had the leftovers put up and the dishes clean, he crooked a finger at her.

Carefully, oh so carefully, she got to her feet without orgasming.

Barely.

He smiled. “Such a good pet. I think you’re ready for the next part of our night.” He turned the egg off. She found that to be both a blessed relief, and that she missed it.

He picked up her blanket and pillow, hooked a finger through the front ring of her collar, and led her back to the playroom.

Working quickly, he removed the harness and pulled the egg from her. After wiping down the harness, and then washing the egg in a sink in the far corner that she’d missed before, he draped a towel over one of the spanking benches. He adjusted it to his liking, so the head was higher than the feet. Rolling up another towel, he put it at the head of the bench.

“On your back, pet. Ass at the lower end.”

She did. He quickly used clips on the base of the bench to attach the wrist cuffs so her arms were down and immobilized. “Comfy, pet?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He grinned. “You won’t be for long.”

He grabbed another set of leather cuffs and attached them to her ankles. Then came a two-foot-long, smooth metal rod less than an inch in diameter with eyelets at each end.

“Spreader bar,” he said in response to her unasked question.

He clipped the ankle cuffs to the spreader bar, then made her draw her knees up to her chest.

It left her wide open and exposed.

“Oh, it gets better, pet,” he assured her. He used ropes, tied to the ankle cuffs and the base of the bench above her head, so that she couldn’t put her legs down if she wanted to. “And I don’t want you to fall off, either.” He used more rope, securing her waist to the bench.

“There. That’s better.” He actually clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Questions, pet?”

She shook her head.

He pulled a chair over, and a rolling tray that reminded her of a hospital bed tray.

She watched as he assembled a variety of implements, dildos, and vibrators before he appeared satisfied.

He sat down in front of her and leaned to one side so she could look him in the eye. His expression grew serious. “Same rules apply, pet. Green, yellow, red. If at any time there’s bad pain, or you get a leg cramp or something, then you safeword. All right?”

She nervously nodded. She was so horny, and now apprehensive, she didn’t dare speak.

“Good girl.” His grin returned.

The first item on his agenda was introducing her to nipple clamps. He stood and stepped beside her, holding them up. “These aren’t too bad,” he said as he flicked one of the clamps, which resembled long tweezers. “I want to work you up to the heavier, vibrating kind.”

He gently rolled her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making it hard and aching from the attention. She yelped when he quickly attached the clamp to it.

The clamps were joined by a length of light, jewelry-weight chain. He repeated the attention to her right nipple before attaching the clamp.

Aaaand now her clit really throbbed like crazy.

He hooked one finger under the chain and lifted it, applying just a little tension to her nipples. “How’s that, pet?”

“Ye–Yes, Sir.”

He laughed. “Just think, maybe one day I’ll be able to have your nipples pierced. Then you can wear a pretty, jeweled chain joining them and a ring through your clit hood. I could attach a leash to it and lead you around by it.”

Her cunt throbbed at his words and the visual they painted.

His eyes narrowed as his gaze speared her. “Would you like that, pet?” he quietly asked.

She discovered yes, she thought she just might. “Yes, Sir.”

The grin returned. “Such a good girl. You are in for a treat. I was going to start training you for anal tonight, then thought no, we’ll save that for next weekend. You were so good last night I’d rather just give you a night of pure pleasure.”

Her heart raced. Anal? Yes, they’d talked about it. And yes, she’d agreed to it, but she’d never actually done it before in her life. Until now, that orifice had always been exit-only.

She suspected if he worked her up the way she felt now before trying it, he’d have her begging for the biggest butt plug he had in minutes.

He returned to his seat.

If going to the gynecologist had ever been this fun, I’d have appointments every month.

“From this point on, pet, you have permission to come as much as you want. In fact, I’m counting on it because that’s sort of the whole point.” He leaned to the side so he could look her in the eye. “If we were in a relationship, by the way, there would be no red allowed for this kind of scene.” He smiled.

“Wh–Why not, Sir?”

He laughed. “That’s a benefit of being in a relationship. Orgasms don’t hurt. Yes, I realize after a while you can get raw and chafed. I’m not talking about that. Then the code is black, meaning medical, all play stops immediately. That is never taken off the table. But if a woman wants to safeword after two or three orgasms just because they’re intense, not painful, that sort of defeats the whole purpose of ‘forced orgasm torture.’”

She nodded. Her brain found it difficult to speak with the nipple clamps distracting her.

“You, however, can of course use the codes I gave you. I just wanted to let you know how I do it under circumstances where I have full control. Now, let’s get busy.”

He reached over to the tray and grabbed something. She didn’t even bother looking to see what it was. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Impossible, because it felt like all the blood in her body was now located in her cunt and clit.

Is this what blue balls feels like?

He rubbed the dildo up and down between her labia. When he slowly started working it inside her, she gasped. It was larger than the one he’d used on her last night.

“This is my favorite rabbit,” he told her. “Never fails to deliver.” Once he’d worked a majority of the length inside her, she felt the forked arm of the clit stimulator rubbing on either side of her engorged nub.

He turned it on. She jumped, surprised, as it started swirling around inside her. “It rotates and vibrates.” He hit another button and the vibration started. “By the way, this room is pretty well soundproofed. Feel free to scream.”

It felt like someone lit a propane tank in her clit. He turned the vibrator up to high and held it still as she let a shriek fly. The ability to form conscious thought fled as she twisted and struggled to move away from the intensity of the sensations. Between the dildo part inside her hitting her G-spot and the clit stimulator directly thrumming against her, all she could do was lie there and suffer through wave after wave of the most powerful orgasms she’d ever felt in her life. Even as she struggled to move away from it, her bonds securely held her to the bench.

He laughed. “That’s right, pet. You can’t get loose. You’re here for the duration until I decide you’ve had enough. And we’ve just gotten started.” He started fucking her with the vibrator, temporarily allowing her to get her breath back just to press the rabbit back into position so her clit was once again under attack.

Tears rolled down her face as she tossed her head back and forth. It was too much, too intense—

“Such a good girl,” he cooed. “Look at you, all tied up and coming for me.”

She pried her eyes open to see him smiling at her.

Nothing short of unbearable pain would make her safeword now.

After a few minutes he turned off that vibrator, leaving her panting and gasping for breath. He didn’t let her rest for long, however.

“I think you’ll like this one, too,” he said.

When he pushed it into her pussy, her body greedily sucked it in the way it had the vibrating egg earlier. Then she heard the sound of pumping and realized the dildo was inflating inside her.

“Let me know if it’s too big,” he sternly ordered as he inflated it.

Just when it got to the point she wasn’t sure she could take it anymore, he stopped. “That’s good,” he said.

Then she heard buzzing of a different kind and he pressed a vibrator directly to her clit.

She would have come up off the bench if not for the restraints. She cried and pulled and twisted, but he forced more orgasms out of her until they all seemed to roll together into one red-hot climax she could barely breathe through. As he did that, he tugged on the base of the dildo with his other hand, pulling and pushing it just a little, rapidly, hitting her G-spot and everywhere else inside her at the same time, it felt like.

Torture…holy crap, it is torture…

And she never wanted it to end.