Celia's climax was barely over when Mistress moved. The vibrator stayed and a small "aftershock" shook her body, but this time she managed to suppress the sound before it left her throat. Mistress stood over her and she blinked involuntarily as her own juices splashed onto her forehead. Celia smiled up, pleading with her eyes to be allowed to scream in ecstasy.<br/><br/>The next best thing, though was to be kissed. Her hair pulled painfully at her scalp and Mistress' thumbnail threatened to open a painful gash at the base of her skull, but the pressure there was so erotic that she climaxed again, weakly, as she sucked hard on Mistress' tongue.<em>At last, a gag!</em>The thought almost made her giggle, and she caressed that wonderful tongue with her own, tasting herself on it and relishing it - although when she had first been forced to drink her own juices she had almost been sick.<br/><br/><em>I love you, Mistress. I wish I could tell you that. But I can't. Not right now, because you forbade me to speak, but I don't have the courage to tell you anyway, except by my actions. Perhaps trying to satisfy your desire to punish wasn't what I should have done... perhaps I should be your willing slave, do everything you say without hesitation? Perhaps then you will love me back?</em>For once the other voices in her head were silent, as if they agreed.<br/><br/>Celia returned the kiss as passionately as she could, straining against her ow hair, despite the pain, to try and get Mistress' tongue deeper in her mouth. A random thought occurred -<em>I'm going to have to stop using that Loreal shampoo. My hair is much to strong!</em>