“Yesss, Mistress!”<br/><br/>It wasn’t the words itself that made me smile, but rather the way they had been said. Anyone can say the honorific, after all, and up to this point Jaclyn’s use of it had felt perfunctuary—spoken, because it was the ‘done thing’, rather than out of some genuine feeling—that one though felt like it was meant.<br/><br/>We were making progress.<br/><br/>Maintaining eye contact throughout her task, my fingertips danced lightly on her well-edged clit randomly, so that she couldn’t get used to what she was experiencing. Circling turned to flicking, changed to pinching, and flowed into the nail digging into that nub of sensitive nerves at arbitrary intervals; preventing her getting into a rhythm. That her nipple was getting the same treatment would only add to the torture of pleasure rushing through her body, and it would take a great deal of concentration to resist.<br/><br/>So much so that she wouldn’t register my whispered litany, as I repeated it under my breath.<br/><br/><strong>“Suck, fuck, fill; to stuff my holes is such a thrill.”</strong><br/><br/>It wasn’t by any stretch of the imagination what the naïve would call hypnosis, but rather utilising her temporarily open psyche to inject a thought into her subconscious mind. Allowing her thoughts to soak those words in, as she underwent the very acts it spoke of increased the power of them, making the need to have her holes filled a virtual must; albeit temporary.<br/><br/>Letting out a soft sigh of pleasure as she pulled the plug out of my pussy; causing the built-up juices to drip freely down my thighs, I purposely slipped a finger up to the first knuckle into her pussy as she popped the toy into her mouth—enough to stimulate, without the satisfaction of being truly entered. Smiling, as I felt her inner walls clamp automatically onto my fingertip, the smell of our combined excitements filled the room; adding to the sensory delights.<br/><br/>Watching her suck my juices off the plug, I hoped that she enjoyed the taste, given it would not leave her mouth this evening thanks to the fact the special lollipops on the table had my juices as their main active ingredient—useful to increase oral fixations, and connecting pleasure with the taste of me—and a technique that offered a closer connection between mistress and submissive.<br/><br/>If I had doubts that she was an expert cock-sucker, the way she was devouring the plug dissipated them, and her next movement also spoke of someone who had been plugged a few times as well. Rather than make the mistake of thinking that the saliva would be satisfied for the next task, she proved her experience by popping the toy out of her mouth and coating it in her own juices, before moving the plug towards her rosebud.<br/><br/>She was close now, and I knew how much of an effort it would be to prevent herself from exploding as she felt the pressure of the plug sliding inside her. The effort, and pain, was intense on her face as it was slowly worked in, and I held my breath in anticipation as I sensed her reach the point of no return; adding to the sensations by pinching her nipple and clit at the same time.<br/><br/>And then, feeling her relax slightly as it seated inside her, I stopped my teasing and stepped back, leaving her unsated.<br/><br/><strong>“Good girl,”</strong>I nodded in approval, licking her juices from my fingers indulgently as she posed and watched.<strong>“I’m proud of you.”<br/></strong><br/>Reaching down to my dripping pussy with my free hand, I ran my index finger over the wetness, before raising the sodden digit to Jaclyn’s face and tracing her lips with my juices; coating them.<br/><br/><strong>“You are going to need that level of control tonight, if you are going to get through it, but you have earnt yourself a small treat. I will allow you to ask anything of me—just one thing mind—for succeeding in this task, and getting yourself so nicely plugged. What would it be?”</strong><br/>