There was no alternative. Not only did I press myself as hard as I could against her fingers, I gasped and yelled and whooped like a Indian at the top of my voice as Gale played with me. There was no way that any man could have matched her skill in bringing me closer and closer to an total orgasm: it was as if she was lighting a fuse in my body which could only end in a shattering explosion. And when it finally happened I screamed out my delight without Gale doing anything more than staring down at me as if I was some kind of an animal she was experimenting on.
Afterwards, as limp as a empty suit, I watched as she took off the hanger and leaned over me. Gale gently played with one of my sore breasts, watching my reaction as if it were some kind of way of talking to me with touching instead of words. But then she did speak.
"How are you feeling now, Slave?"
"OK, Mistress," I answered quickly, aware of the clips and the canes till within her reach. "I feel fine."
"That's good, that's great. So let's give you a little massaging here."
As gently and softly as before, she began to squeeze both of my tits, and massaging was exactly the word I would have used myself to describe what she was doing, a smooth, comfortable, comforting massage. This time I closed my eyes and whimpered not in denial but with real pleasure from feeling Gale's hands on my body.
"I've wanted you ever since I first saw you, Slave. Now you're mine and just to prove it I'm going to untie your hands. But you'd better be a good girl for me, or I'll make you a very sad and sorry slave girl. Are you hearing all this, honey?"
"Yes, Mistress. I'm hearing everything you're saying," I answered obediently.
"Now there's a good little bitch."
Again, she rolled me over onto my front, but only to untie me. Then I felt her unhook my back suspenders from the stocking tops. "On your back again, Slave."
I guess it's a truly weird thing to say but obeying Gale's hard edged voice seemed to be becoming almost a natural thing to do. After she'd taken off the rope and finished stripping me I shivered and wondered what the next set of orders were going to be. Whatever they were, I knew I was so completely under Gale's control that I would have to follow them.
Why didn't I mind about that? Maybe because when somebody else is giving the orders all the responsibility is lifted off your back. Maybe that was my trouble in life, I always wanted somebody else to carry the load, even down to something as basic as sex. Well, if a bedroom boss was what I'd unknowingly been craving for, I'd certainly found one in Gale.
As soon as I was naked at her feet -- or, to be precise, at the tips of her boots -- Gale grabbed a tuft of hair and pulled on it hard enough to make my eyes water.
"You've had the easy part so far, my precious little slave girl. I've given you some fun, so now it's your turn to give me some. If you've got any problems with that this is not a good time to mention them, OK?"
"Yes, Mistress," I gasped. "I mean, no, Mistress."
"That's good to hear, my little maid servant. But there's something you can do with your tongue that'll be even more fun than listening to it. You're going down for a nice long count, Slave, and I'll tell you when you can come up for air again."
