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ning to feel it again. I tried to keep from reacting: maybe I could
steal a secret orgasm. I wasn't exactly on the edge, but I could just
barely see the beginning of an orgasm peeking around the corner when
he took it out again, suddenly. It was almost a shock for the vibra-
tion to stop. Then he put it back in. He took nearly a half hour of
teasing to bring me to the edge again. With the control over me the
anesthetic gave him, it was much easier for him to keep me on the
edge. He kept me quivering for another fifteen minutes, letting me
rest just enough to keep me from exhaustion, but not enough to let me
cool off.
"Alright!" I said, finally, just as he was opening the bottle
again for a second dose. I'd had enough.
"Alright what?" he said.
"You win," I said sullenly, "you were (pant) right."
"About what?"
"Me," I said. Pant, pant.
"Say it."
(Pant-pant, calming a little) "I want to be tied up," I said
flatly. "I get off on it." I didn't sound convincing even to myself.
Its easier to t
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