He rinsed me and went over me again with the conditioner.He rinsed me and went over me again with the conditioner. I don't think I'll ever be able to smell that conditioner (even unscented, it has a smell) without getting a little turned on. If you'll forgive the pun, I guess I was being conditioned. Sorry. Does the name Pavlov ring a bell? Sorry, sorry. He deliberately excited me as much as is possible short of orgasm. He inserted his fingers into both my openings at once, stimu- lating until my legs gave out and I sank to my knees. He supported me and sank to the floor with me. When I say I was gasping, it sounds like cheap pornography, but I was--and rather theatrically, too. Still he continued, and I collapsed back, sitting on my heels, my pelvis squirming against his probing hands. I wanted him inside me so much. "Do you want me to beg?" I said, "I will if you want...." No answer. "Please stop. I can't stand any more!" No answer. He contin- ued. Soon I was making animal noises as I pushed against his hands, grasping with both orifices at once. I began to shudder into my first orgasm and suddenly he stopped. My hands went to my front to finish the job, but he caught the chain between the cuffs and held them away. I was squirming and twisting, rubbing my legs together to no avail. |