The sound of tearing fabric rends the air, and cool air washes over the wet folds of Sam's exposed mound. A deep sigh of relief follows as the woman visible relaxes on the bench. Her lips move soundlessly for a moment, then she manages, "Th...nnn.. ooh." Exposed. Why does being exposed to Mikie feel as sensual as any caress? "Thank.. thank you," she finally breathes, wanting the woman to know how grateful she is simply for being in this room with her.<br/><br/>Sam's reprieve is short, like the waves ebbing from the beach, as Mikie's mouth is suddenly closing around her swollen lips. "Mi-!" The strangled name is torn from her lips as sensations crash over her. Pleasure and pain. "Oh, fuck!" she cries, feeling the warm, damp, soft probing of Mikie's tongue. The gentle contrast to the firm grip on her tender bottom leaves Sam whimpering for more of everything.<i>Good... so good,</i>she thinks, but can't find a way to make her mouth form the words. The way she tilts her hips and keens her pleasure, however, says it all.<br/><br/>There is a creak of leather, cool air sliding across her skin once more when Mikie moves, and a few muffled footsteps. A shuddering breath passes Sam's lips, and her tongue flicks out to sweep over them. She strains to hear what the other woman is doing, tilting her head a little in her efforts. A soft whir sounds from behind her, unfamiliar to her ears. "Mikie," she whispers. Not a question, but a comforting reminder to herself that Mikie is taking care of everything.<br/><br/>Her skin prickles, sensing the change in air current before she understands what is happening. As Mikie guides the flogger closer, Sam's breathing quickens. The first fiery lick of a lash across her sensitive pussy is a shock, and the restraints clink as she fights them to move away from the flogger. "Oh, my God," she whines, feeling her core clench even as the tips of the flogger strike again. Again. Again. "F-fuck.. fuck, M- Mikie," Sam moans. Where at first she tried to move away, Sam soon tries thrusting back, hips rocking as much as the bench allows. "Yes, yes... oh, fuuuuck!" A startled cry breaks up her moans as her exposed anus is struck. If anything, it is even more sensitive, her entire body shuddering with each flick against the tight pucker.<br/><br/>A litany of pleas, praises, and profanity stream from Sam's usually proper mouth as she works her hips in time with Mikie's strokes. A light sheen of sweat dampens her back and breasts and belly. She can feel her neck and face growing damp, both with sweat and tears. "Mikie," she tries to warn.<i>Have to... have to...</i>The woman tries to put her thoughts together, knowing Mikie had told her... something.<i>Ask!</i>"Please... Mikie," Sam whimpers, her thighs and bottom quivering as the pain-pleasure builds. With each<i>whisk</i>of the flogger against her pussy, drops of moisture spray her skin and the leather. Her hands clench the air, and the restraints are pulled taut as her body... "I'm - Mikie, please, I'm going to.. I need to... fuck! Oh, fuck! S-st.. I'm-- Can I come? Can't stop!"<br/><br/>it's as much a warning as Sam can manage, her body stimulated enough that she fears even a breath of air might send her over the edge. She writhes as she tries desparately to wait for Mikie's permission, grunting with the effort of holding back, face contorted where she presses it against the bench.