My Master replies in tones of chocolate and velvet. "My pleasure, Richard." A movement behind me. The settling of the mattress as he makes himself comfortable. I startle at his touch as he strokes over my vulva, then shudder as he draws long fingers over my outer lips...
... through the crease of my thigh...
... then back again.
It is the lightest and most fleeting of caresses, but sensation sparks over my skin, sparkles through my flesh. My core heats and throbs.
The touch ceases.
Behind me again, the rustle of fabric. The mattress under me shifts and I rock a little as my weight shifts with it.
A Click!
A buzz...
A vibe.
There's only one place that can be going.