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"And…?"
I dig a little deeper, trying to remember how I felt in that moment. I was freaked out, but tried not to let it show. But Iggy taking control, all of their scents surrounding me, knowing I was safe with them, definitely helped.
"It felt amazing because all I could do was feel. I knew I was safe with you. So once I relaxed and just felt… It was incredible."
He picks up the gag. "Do you want to try it again?"
I nod quickly, but he doesn't laugh. "How do you feel about… electrocution?"
"What?"
Then he chuckles. "Not strong. Just some light e-stim. It's like a tens unit. Very mild."
"Umm… okay. Yes. I'm curious. It's not like a vibrator, is it?"
"It is not."
"And where would you—"
"Can it be a surprise? I just want you to feel. But just like before, the rules all still apply. You won't be able to talk with the gag, but I'll give you a little light that tells me you need to slow down or stop. And I'll check in with you, too. Okay?"
I nod, slightly more nervous, when Iggy smiles. It's dark and full of deviant promises.
He caresses my breast, not stopping or teasing or pinching, just feeling my skin, but with enough pressure to force me back down to the bed.
With the lightest pressure, he gently caresses my arms, one at a time, before binding my wrists above my head to each bedpost. He left a little give, but I can't pull away entirely. My heart beats wildly in my chest while he does the same to my legs, fingertips trailing ever so lightly over my skin before tying each ankle until I'm spread, completely open, on the bed.
Every stroke sets me on fire. Every light touch is too light, and I want more—more and harder, firmer, faster, just more. But he doesn't give in to the speed I want; he ignores me when I plead his name.
Dipping into the velvet chest, he pulls out an elaborate sleep mask with folds at the ears.
"It won't take away sound completely, but will dull it. We can play with full sensory deprivation someday, but this is a good start." Sitting beside me, he slips it over my face, immediately plunging me into darkness. The mask fits snugly around my ears, too, and I can make out words, but mostly, it forces me to hear the sound of my own pulse, a faint whomp-whomp sound in my ears. Iggy's hand cradles my face, thumb grazing over my lip.
"Feeling okay?"
"Yes," I reply breathlessly. "Iggy, I'm ready," I whine. Still moving at a turtle's pace, I feel him shift things around the bed, but I can't see anything. The gag comes to my mouth then, a soft ball, a smaller fit than I expected after having Cass's knot in my mouth. He secures it around my head.
A small piece of metal slips into one of my hands, and Iggy directs my fingers to a small button on the end, like a little flashlight. He tells me to press the button if I need to slow down or stop.
"Nod if you understand," he commands. The further into the scene we get, the more demanding and less coddling he becomes. It makes me nervous but also more excited.
Bound, spread, and completely vulnerable, sound muffled, voice, taste, and vision stolen away, I'm completely at Iggy's mercy, setting my nerve endings up to full volume. Just the anticipation has me aching with desire, and already, even his lightest touch feels like the greatest pleasure.
And then he begins.
A fingertip gently circles my nipple, one at a time, but I have no room to squirm; I can barely moan. Then there's a sharp pinch, and by feel, I know he just attached nipple clamps, they might as well have clamped around my clit; the intense shock of pain then release of pleasure is so intense I try to scream.
"Are you okay? Nod yes or shake your head no."
I nod vigorously. Iggy's fingers trail gently, too fucking gently, over my skin, down my belly, passing by the place I need touch the most, teasing my thighs, bringing his touch closer and closer, then pulling away. He does it again and again until a sudden shock zaps my nipples, and I screech.
He checks in, but I nod yes to keep going, then he does it again, teasing my skin with not enough touch, torturing me, bringing me to the edge, then turning on the e-stim nipple clamps, zapping the sensitive flesh, the shock coursing through my body. I nearly come, and I know I'm dripping slick like a honeycomb, but I'm tied down and can't find relief no matter how hard I squirm.
The third time he zaps my nipples, the shock shoots straight to my clit, and he's not even touching me, but I come. It's unsatisfying, but I can squirm and squeeze enough to get the lightest pressure on my clit, even the air feels like a caress. My hips buck wildly, fucking the air, while he zaps my nipples, and it's all too much.
All I can do is feel, and it feels incredible.
Iggy tugs on the clamps, but I can't tell what he's doing, only feeling the chain trail over my belly. Then, without touching my clit, and god, do I want to scream at him to touch me there, beg him to please, please pinch it, squeeze it, flick it, he carefully avoids it instead, but then I feel his cock press against my entrance and the relief is unreal.
