I lay on my back, naked, of course. My wrists and ankles crossed and cuffed together and to the table. Rather than being stretched, my elbows and knees are bent, opening me up to her ministrations. The room is slightly cool and absolutely silent which adds to the heightening of those senses not cut off by the soft leather blindfold and thick gag.

Every sound is magnified in my ears as if amplified and enhanced. My every breath echoes in my ears. Her steps on the soft carpet are as loud as boots on dry leaves. A single drip of hot wax on my flesh sounds like the splash of a rock thrown into a deep pool.

Scents that would have normally passed unnoticed flood through me in a torrent: the light scent she wears, the rich, thick, animal smell of the leather in which she is clad, the dense aroma of the melted wax, and my own scent just as my excited skin breaks a sweat.

But it is my sense of touch that overwhelms all others. It is as if not just every nerve but every neuron, every cell in my body is filled with electricity and swollen to twice its normal size. The merest caress of her breath across the smooth skin on the inside of my forearm flashes like a strobe light throughout my entire being. My mind cannot contain the sensation of her fingernails tracing the faintest of lines up my thigh and they burst through it like an explosion.

The gag, thankfully, forces my breathing to a reasonable depth and rate as my heart pulsates rapidly in my chest. I work to keep myself just as open, exposed, and without cover mentally as I am physically, to keep my thoughts focused on the perception of every sensation, the moment just before my mind takes them and tries to categorize and define them. In this ultra-heightened state, I couldn't create a coherent thought on my own if I had to.

"Are you there, my precious beast? Are you well?" she whispers to me, so close that I feel the brush of a few strands that have escaped from her carefully created hair style and the warmth of her breath on my ear.

“Are you well?” I think. Our precisely developed and oft-practiced code rises to the top of my consciousness. I nod my head twice and grunt three times though the gag. I picture clearly the smile which I know curls just the corners of her mouth even with the blindfold turning my visual world into the black of a deep and silent cave.

She traces her fingernails, first one, then two, then all five, slowly across my torso from my neck, around the clothespins and clamps on my nipples, and down my right side, causing my stomach muscles to jump involuntarily. As always, this elicits a chuckle from deep in her throat. Just as her last finger clears my flesh, her other hand flicks one of the clothespins around my left nipple sharply. All at once, I breathe in sharply, my stomach muscles and genitals contract, and a brief moan of pleasure comes unbidden and unstoppable from my chest.

"Tsk, tsk, breaking silence again, my pet. Twenty seconds this time." I force myself to exhale slowly so it will not be perceived as a sigh as I wait, longing, for the infinite seconds to pass before she will touch me again. I have attempted to count them off myself many times but my mind races and my count is usually double the prescribed number. With my complete trust in her, I know she is watching the seconds pass on the silent clock, as anxious as I am, or maybe even more so, for them to pass. To pass the time instead, I try to focus on each item she has placed upon me in turn: soft, firm pressure of the blindfold over my eyes, hard, tight force of the gag pulling back my lips, cold tension of the clamps on each nipple surrounded by the rougher, warmer sensations of the clothespins around them, rigid tension of the leather strap pushing down and separating my testicles, pulling and cracking of the hardening wax on my flesh, and the plug inside me stretching open my ass.

Finally, a twist of the clamp on my right nipple lets me know that time has passed.

I close my eyes beneath the blindfold and hold my breath, relishing the pain and holding back a groan of pleasure. My mind feels like it is expanding inside my skull and my anus tightens around the plug as she continues to twist further. She holds it there as my breathing quickens, watching my body language carefully. This time she slowly twists it back the other direction and I shudder slightly.

She releases the clamp and flicks the clothespins lightly, chuckling as I flinch, and drags a tiny flogger's falls across my testicles. I know that she will soon begin to slap my rigid, twitching cock and balls with it but she will make me wait and wonder when it will start. I can almost discern each tip as it passes over my sensitive flesh... once, twice, three times... four, five... Then the flogger sharply strikes my shaft causing my hips to jerk up off the table. I fight to stay silent while my mind screams "YES! YES! MORE! PLEASE! MORE!" I lose count of the blows at 20 and let my mind fade into a delirium of sensations.

When she stops, I find that I am panting, nearly foaming at the mouth, with her gently stroking my temple with her hand. I focus and slow my breathing as she whispers words of praise into my ear.

"You're doing very well. I'm so very proud of you. Back with me, my beautiful creature?"

I nod and feel her tapping the clothespins one after the other. "Time for these to come off. One." She removes the first one and the pain floods the spot where it was as the blood rushes back into the compressed capillaries. "Two. Three. Four..." she counts, releasing some, pulling others off without opening them. When they are all off, she rubs the area where they were with two stiff fingers, intensifying the sensation and making my body quiver.

She lifts the chain which connects the nipple clamps slowly, pulling it up until I am forced to lift my back off the table. She holds it there and says, "Eyes closed." Slowly she slides the blindfold up and off of my face. "Open them now," she leans down and whispers. The light in the room is dim, just candles and it takes but a moment for my vision to adjust. Still holding up the chain, she releases the gag and slips it from around my neck then dabs my lips dry with a soft towel.

Looking me in the eye and smiling, she speaks. "One more twist, I think." Her free hand turns the clamp on my right nipple slowly clockwise and my stomach muscles tense as I work, once again, to keep from crying out. Then she twists the other clamp counter clockwise before releasing it and pinching my nipple with her fingers. I lift my head to look down, seeing the bright color of her fingernails against the soft colors of my flesh. Everything, to me, is beautiful, vibrant, intense. She releases the other clamp and pinches that nipple harder... and longer.

"Stay very still, marvelous brute," she says as she undoes the buckles on the wrist cuffs then trails her fingers down the length of my body to the ankles and unbuckles them.

I am unbound now, except for my cock and balls which throb with desire. Her fingernails trace patterns on my testicles as she smiles down at me, making me watch and wait. The very tips of her fingers caress my shaft in an agonizingly slow caress. Suddenly and swiftly, she frees me from my last bond and gazes down into my eyes with a look of animal hunger.

"What shall we do with you now?"