“Okay.”

“More doctor’s orders—lay there and close your eyes. After all you’ve been through today you deserve an orgasm.”

“You’re going to give me an orgasm?”

“Why not? Any objections?”

“No...I guess not.”

“You have a freshly opened vagina. We need to take it for a test drive.”

“You’re really into cars, aren’t you?”

“Oh, honey, you have no idea...” The Mistress rubbed the tips of her fingers into Chris’s G-spot. Chris’s head fell back and her hands clenched at the sheet again, this time in obvious pleasure and not pain. The Mistress took her time, exploring inside Chris, touching everything inside her with gently probing fingers. She poured out more lube and inserted three fingers back into her. The pain didn’t even seem to register on Chris. A soft moan escaped her lips, a shudder passed through her body.

“Good?”

“Very good,” Chris said, a slightly breathy purr in her voice.

“You have to admit there’s something to be said for laying there and letting someone pleasure you.”

“I’m starting to see, I mean, feel that.”

The Mistress focused all her attention on giving Chris as much pleasure as possible. She teased her clitoris, spread her fingers inside her, thrust in and out carefully with her hand. She took her fingers out and pushed in a smaller insertable-style vibrator. Chris’s back arched off the table. The Mistress loved her female clients. With her male clients she never gave hand jobs, never had sex with them. She poured pain onto them and into them and if they wanted to come, they handled that themselves while she watched and gave orders.

Giving orgasms to female clients never felt like prostitution to her. More like a public service. A pubic service even.

For the next five minutes, The Mistress focused all her concentration on Chris’s pleasure, bringing her close to orgasm and pulling back again, pushing her to the edge and then pulling back. The Mistress wanted to make Chris come so hard her IQ dropped and her face melted.

“Don’t come yet....” The Mistress said. “Keep breathing through it. Let it build some more.”

“It’s building....” Chris dug her hand into her stomach as if willing the pleasure to stay in.

“Keep your thighs wide. I know you want to bear down and close them. Fight that urge off.”

“Fighting...”

The Mistress pressed the end of the vibrator into Chris’s G-spot. That did it. Chris shuddered so hard the stirrups rattled. With a quiet cry, Chris came and came and came. She came so much The Mistress felt warm fluid on her fingers. Finally Chris jerked back as the orgasm peaked and crested.

Chris laid back on the bed and panted while The Mistress turned all the equipment off and sat it on a towel.

“You okay there?” she asked as Chris laughed tiredly. She looked spent and happy. Perfect.

“I. Am. Awesome.”

“You absolutely are.”

“And I’m pretty sure I can’t feel my legs.”

“Hmm...I’ve never paralyzed someone from giving them a hard orgasm before. This is one for the record books.”