Turning back to Toni, I began with her breasts. I cupped them in my hands, feeling their weight, her ripeness and maturity. My fingers and thumb found her nipple, and began teasing and pinching them gently. I leaned forwards and licked them so that the air moving over her wet skin felt even cooler. I let my hand concentrate on one breast, then I leaned forward and began to suckle deeply at the other.
She made a small noise of pleasure, and I felt her nipple harden and swell in my mouth. I worked on each breast in turn for a few minutes, and then I reached for the black bag. I got the nipple clamps, and debated with myself whether to tell her what to expect.
“Toni, I’m now going to put nipple clamps on you. I shall be gentle and just tighten them until you say it’s uncomfortable. Do you understand?”
She nodded, her breathing fast and uneven.
“Can you say it, Toni? I need to be sure.”
“I understand.” Her voice was raspy and quiet.
“All right. I need you to tell me when it gets uncomfortable.” I took the nearest nipple, licked and blew on it a final time to make it peak. Then I applied the clamp and began screwing it closed. When it first caught, she gave a little gasp, then held still, her head up determinedly.
I watched her carefully as I tightened. When she bit her lip, but didn’t say anything, I decided to call the shots. “I think that’s enough for a first time, Toni. So half a turn past that. There. That’s done. All right?”
I let the breast fall into place. Then I lifted the other, and suckled for moment to renew her arousal. I applied that clamp more quickly. She stood stock still the whole time, not saying a word.
“That’s good. Very good, all done. Now stand still a bit longer,” I said and I turned my attention to the shadowed area between her thighs.
“Open your feet just a fraction wider.” I looked at her stance critically. I could see her rapid breathing and her pulse fluttering in her throat was fast too.
I smiled. Gently, I slid my hand along her folds, feeling her jump. She was wet enough. I peeled back her folds, and pressed under the hood to find her clit. When I made contact, she trembled, but stood rigidly still. I could see her hands curling and uncurling.
Gradually, slowly, I brought her higher, stimulating her, soaking my fingers in her juices before sliding them into her depths. Her fists were clenched now, and her breathing deeper, gasping. I looked up. Her nipples were dark dusky rose. Her jaw was clenched. She was nearly there. I watched carefully as I drew her almost to the very peak. Then I drew my hand away.
“Oh,” her gasp of disappointment turned into a moan, and she tried to close her legs, to help herself to that climax she desperately needed. I wasn’t going to let her.
“No. Stand still.” I watched her draw herself up again, disappointment evident in her stance.
“Nice and straight, Toni. Self-discipline above all else.”
“Yes.” Her voice held a world of disappointment. I grinned.
“I won’t make you wait too much longer, sweetheart. What I need to know is whether you’ve learned the self-discipline lesson?”
Her head dropped a fraction. “Yes. Yes I have.”
“That’s good. That’s very good. Now stand absolutely still.” As silently as I could I moved away from her. In the bathroom I stripped my chinos and shirt off, then padded back silently into the bedroom. God! She was beautiful. Obediently standing still, the tension in her muscles showed the effort it was costing her.
“You’ve done amazingly well, Toni.” I was beside her and I murmured in her ear. My cock was rock hard and I wanted to sink into her as soon as I could.
“Would you like your reward now?” I nuzzled into her neck, beginning to nibble and kiss my way down towards those swollen breasts.
“Mmm,” she moaned. I picked her up, cradled her in my arms, feeling her gasp of pain and arousal as the nipple clamps twisted her nipples against my body.
I laid her down on the bed, and her body sank into the softness of the comforter as if she was floating and I saw her whole body open up and relax — well, except for the tightness of her lips as she waited for her nipples to stop jangling their signals of pain to her brain.
I reached for the foil packet on the nightstand and tore the wrapper open with my teeth. Then I saw her hands go to the blindfold.
“No!” I spoke more sharply than I intended, and she shrank back. I caught myself. “I’m sorry, Toni, I only saw you at the last minute when it was almost too late.” I touched her face, traced her lip. “I’m not angry. But I have another fun test for you before we take that blindfold off.” I dropped a kiss on the tip of her nose.