The feather tormented her and Cel;ia couldn't help letting out a number of tiny, muted whimpers of joy as it trailed its abominable course up the backs of her legs.<em>... I wiIILLL face M..my fffffEEEAR oh fuck that tickles! I w... w.... will permit it to pa -ASS over meeeeee.... Oh no not the cliiiiit!</em><br/><br/>The question caught her off guard. "Y..." she clamped her mouth shut on her answer and nodded frantically. Knowing she had just given Mistress another way to torture her made her even more deliciously excited. Her knees buckled ah last as she climaxed again, her juices squirting and splattering onto the chair and her inner thighs, as her hips involuntarily thrust her mound against Mistress hand. She felt dizzy and light headed.<br/><br/>She trusted Mistress totally and as her legs gave way, she simply allowed herself to fall, knowing Mistress would catch her.