Mikie has enough experience to tell when someone is on the brink. The contractions of the belly muscles are the biggest tell, because the involuntary hip thrusts can more easily be "Meg Ryaned". There are other signs too: The clit gets bigger withdraws into the hood for some reason known only to medical science.<br/><br/>So even as Sam is gasping out her urgent plea, Mikie is ready with the answer. "Yes, cum for me my pet". She drops the flogger and shoves two fingers of her right hand deep into Sam's pulsating core, palm down as Sam is face down. Her leather clad fingertips have no sensitivity and she has no idea whether or not she has found the correct spot with them. Not until Sam reacts that is. Meanwhile Mikie's thumb is manipulating Sam's clit, her whole hand moving in a tight, fast circular motion.<br/><br/>She keeps it up far longer that she had expected, waiting for her sub to stop reacting, or to ask that she stop. But finally even the hardiest and horniest souls must take a break and if she is honest with herself, Mikie's wrist is beginning to ache.<br/><br/>"Okay sweetheart. Let's get you unlocked and comfortable." She quickly and easily unclips Sam's collar, wrist and ankle cuffs from the horse and helps her down, supporting the slightly taller woman as they stagger almost drunkenly to the bed. She needs to ask, so she does: "Are you okay?" Genuine concern in her voice, because while she is pretty sure Samantha is fine, there is always the chance that she went too far and the woman didn't tell her.