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Inspired by the picture "Conversation".

I've always tried to write in a variety of different genres, but
somewhat to my surprise, this seems to be my first attempt at F/F.

498 words, excluding title, copyright notice, and introductory
notes.

                            Waiting

           Copyright 2004  sswitcher at yahoo dot com

I try to relax and control my ragged breathing as I squirm on the
floor.  

I am hog-tied, gagged, and blindfolded.  The bare wooden floor
is hard and cold, and the nipple clamps, crushed between my ample
boobs and the floor, bite intensely.  My arse is on fire from
the ferocious whipping I have just received.  My thighs have
been brushed with a wire brush until red and raw, then spanked
and paddled mercilessly.  My feet ache from the long bastinado
session.  I hurt in so many different places, but it is just what
I needed.  I feel more alive than I have in months.

I open my eyes, and find that I can peek through a little corner at
the bottom of the blindfold.  I can just see the back of Mistress's
shoes as she stands, back to me, looking out of the French windows,
and smokes a cigarette.  Her heels lift off the ground as she leans
forward slightly, perhaps to look at something in the street below.

There is a small vibrating egg buried deep within my cunt, but,
frustratingly, it is currently turned off.  My swollen clit throbs
intensely, but I need something more, to send me over the brink
again.  I wriggle my hips needily, trying to rub myself against the
crotch-rope.

"Keep still, slut!" Mistress commands.  She must have heard me
moving, as she is still facing away from me.  I catch my breath,
and do my very best to remain as still and quiet as possible. I
do want to do my best to please her.

I wait for what seems like an eternity, and savour the aroma of
the expensive Turkish tobacco as it slowly fills the room.  All
of my senses are on overdrive.  I can hear the slightest sounds -
Mistress's watch ticking, and a bird chirping outside.

Suddenly, Mistress turns away from the window.  Her footsteps
echo loudly as she walks away, and then I hear her rumaging in the
enormous toy-chest behind me, that is the only item of furniture in
the room.  My senses strain to guess what torture might be in store
for me next.  I detect a vaguely hospital-like scent, somewhat
familiar, but I cannot quite place it.

Now her dextrous fingers are probing at my arsehole.  I tingle
with excitement as the vibrating egg suddenly comes to life again.
And then there is an incredibly intense burning sensation in my
rear.  I clench my buttocks reflexively, but it does no good.
Prevented from screaming by the gag, I can only let out a long
moan of agonyexctasyorgasm as the butt-plug, lubed with
extra-strength Ben Gay, penetrates.

The orgasm subsides, and my eyes water as the burning continues.
I am not sure I can cope with it, but I don't have a choice.  My
breathing has become all ragged again.  I try to relax and control
it as I squirm on the floor and endure, while the agonizing fire
within me slowly fades.