Celia nodded again, gasping in deep breaths. She reached up with her cuffed hands as Mistress  came within reach, grasping one of those cruel but wonderful hands between her own in a brief squeeze. She mouthed the words "Thank you" silently as Mistress looked at her, then, screwing up her courage, she added "I love you". But Mistress had pulled her hand away and was helping straighten Celia's legs and Celia didn't think she saw.<em>And a damn good thing too! She doesn't want you telling her you love her. She doesn't love you, she uses you. If she thought for one moment that you felt that way, she'd drop you like a hot brick! But she does love me, I saw it! I saw it in her face. Besides, she didn't drop me. She'll never drop me. I love her and she loves me... and.... Well, go on, think it, if you dare? ....  Coward!</em><br/><br/>Celia's second climax was more powerful than the first and the occasional shiver still tormented her naked body as she slowly got her breath back. She smiled, finally and wiggled her hips at mistress, hoping that she would read this as a signal that she was ready for more. The floor was hard and cold and uncomfortable and she wondered if mistress woukd make her stay down here,<br/><br/>Celia wondered, in fact, how much more Mistress was able to dish out to her before Mistress needed relief. That was always her favourite part. Mistress was so kind in her cruelty, giving Celia as much pleasure and pain as she could take, before forcing her slave to give the pleasure back, and Celia loved it when Mistress climaxed.