And Ellie had liked it. It was a different kind of pain than she was used to. Sharp but with pressure, aching but without a sting. Her pussy clenched as he twisted the plug, pushing it almost fully into her as it spun, igniting her nerve endings and making it nearly impossible for her to hold still. If it weren’t for the nasty clamps on her nipples, she’d be writhing.

The clamps bit down tightly, new waves of pain throbbing every time she accidentally moved enough that the chain pulled against the bars in front of her. Ellie had always liked predicament bondage and this was no exception, no matter how her poor nipples protested the abuse. The pain slid through her, mingling with her arousal and excitement and making her pussy ache to be filled.

“OH!” A shudder went through her, from head to toe, as Michael manipulated the plug. Somehow it almost felt like he’d hit her g-spot... like, if there was a backside to her g-spot and he’d moved the plug just right. He did it again, and Ellie moaned, her fingers wrapping around the bars and clinging to try and keep herself from moving too much... or her legs from buckling at the intense sensation.

A warm hand cupped her leg, just underneath her ass, as if he was helping her maintain position, as the plug slid snugly back into its home. Ellie whimpered in disappointment as her body fizzed and popped with needy pleasure, knowing her orgasm probably wasn’t coming any time soon.

Behind her, she felt Michael’s movement as he stood.

“But you haven’t checked everywhere yet!” she protested, her lower body spasming in agreement. Even though she didn’t think he’d let her cum, she’d wanted his fingers in her pussy... wanted him to touch and stroke her... and, okay, make her cum.

Damn sadist.

Michael just chuckled as he gave her ass a little slap.

“I’ll get to it later,” he said. “Right now, I’d like to reward you for being such a good girl.” Oh, okay. That sounded pretty good. Ellie liked rewards. “What’s your favorite impact implement?”

“A leather strap,” she said immediately. “Or a rubber one. I like the straps. I can take more of the leather than the rubber.” Which was pretty much the case for everyone, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to him.

Leather was more thuddy, while rubber could be utterly demoralizing when wielded harshly. Ellie was already feeling high on endorphins right now, so she could go for either. The initial shock, the lingering burn, the throbbing ache... she wanted it so badly. Pain reached down inside of her, stirring her pleasure, fulfilling her darkest desires, and providing an ache which could last for days.