Fantasy with paintbrushes and lubes

Hello all! Finally posting something...I wrote this several days ago in a diary entry, and got permission from my Master to post it here *^^*

Wrote this after being on orgasm denial for 11 days...Currently on day 19, and not going to cum until at least after August 1st, maybe longer...eep....
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Fantasizing again...about You, holding a set of very soft watercolor paintbrushes in one hand, a various assortment of open cups of stimulating lubes on the table before You, alongside a very soft, unused sponge. You place the brushes on the table beside the cups, and look at me....I am also on the table, tightly bound with ropes...You have carefully bound my legs with the knees fully bent, securing my lower legs to each of my thighs. You then secured my knees together with a rope looped behind my head. Once You secure my ankles in a spread position, bound tightly with rope to the table, You take a set of earplugs and carefully set them in each of my ears. You ask me something--reading Your lips, I can see You are asking me if I can hear You. I cannot. You then press me back down against the table, and secure my collar and my knees to the table, keeping me tightly compressed, ropes pressing my legs towards my body, forcing my pussy to press outwards from my pelvis. Seemingly satisfied, You place a kiss on my lips, grin, and place a heavy blindfold over my eyes, adjusting it until You are certain I can see nothing but blackness.

Before tying me up, You told me that, this time, I was to remain silent...You were going to watch a movie, and I had better not disrupt it with any whimpers or pleading or begging...I begin to grow nervous and even more excited now, wondering whether or not I will be able to follow this order...then, You begin Your torment...

You pull back my clitoral hood with one hand, and after a moment, You release a full pump of what I already know is the KY Intense, directly on my exposed clit. You rub the gel into the light pink organ, making sure that every bit of surface is covered with the stimulant, and then spread the gel over my hood, releasing Your hold on the skin to pump my clit within it several times...ensuring the gel has been rubbed in enough...I feel it grow warm, cool, and tingly all at the same time, growing in sensitivity...my pussy clenches, and I tense as I prepare for what I know is coming...I feel Your lips on the seams of my thighs, softly placing open kisses all over my pussy---everywhere, except directly on my clit. You pull my hood back again with one hand and place Your lips directly below my exposed clit, softly blowing, before You open Your mouth wider, directly over my clit, and exhale heavily, the hot air rolling directly over the organ, coming through as almost painfully hot. My clit throbs and twitches and pulses. A deep ache resonates from deep within my core. It is difficult to stay silent, my breath comes out in a single raspy whoosh. You release my hood once the spasms stop.

You pull away for a couple of moments, and I sense some movement; some shuffling about. When You return, You place something hard and light on the table beside me. I then feel the supersoft watercolor brush, still dry, whispering across my outer lips, hovering directly above my clit, circling it again and again and again and again, quickly, lightly dusting across it, rapidly flicking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, then again in rapid circles around my clit. This pattern seems to go on forever, leaving me bucking and thrusting into the air when You suddenly stop...once again, You pull away for several moments...I begin to lower my guard and relax, just in time for a very soft sensation to begin developing at the creases of my thighs. You have soaked a piece of the sponge with intense warming lube, and are softly dabbing it along the edges of my current area of focus. You take another wet piece of sponge, and begin dabbing it all over my outer labia. This one, I realize, is soaked through with a somewhat intensely cooling lotion. You cover all of the skin of my outer labia with the cooling lotion, rubbing it in thoroughly so that it can take its full effect...The contrast of the hot and cold stimulants just makes more blood rush to the area, adding significant intensity to the torment. I feel Your index finger on my mons, approaching my now-standing clit. The hood still covers the organ itself, but not by much...It quickly becomes clear that Your finger is not simply trailing across my flesh, but that You are rubbing in a very thin trail of ointment I must not have noticed You placing there...The effects set in quickly, and are the most maddening of all...on top of all of the other lubes and stimulating gels, the ointment --- which will most likely last much longer, as it feels petroleum-based, causes a very intense, very localized cooling and tingling sensation. You pull away once more and walk away for a moment. When You come back, You have a tiny piece of paper towel with You...You use the paper towel to get a grip on my hood once more, pulling it back yet again to expose my now darkening pink clit. At this point, I am no longer able to stay silent, letting small whimpers slip through as I breathe quickly and shallowly. You abruptly release my hood and slap my inner thigh, digging Your nails into the flesh painfully as a warning. I swallow, silencing my whimpers and struggle to stay silent once more. Satisfied that I seem to understand that making any noises will not be tolerated, You return to Your previous task....

Once again, You ever-so-slowly pull back my hood, exposing the organ. I fight to not moan loudly as the tension created by pulling back the hood makes my nub throb visibly. Noticing this, You release the hood again, only to pull it back once more. I feel Your eyes burning into me as this sends my entire pussy into spasms, clit visibly throbbing and pulsing, twitching...My eyes roll back into my head as You take one of the smaller paintbrushes, dipped in what feels like silicone-based lube, and run it all over my clit....again and again and again...pausing only to dip It once more, before continuing its maddening movement. You put the brush down and release my hood again, only to pull it back once more. Again, my control cracks and I begin to audibly whimper. You suddenly stop Your current method of torment and step away...Tapping my lips , You prompt me to open my mouth, which I do, and You firmly press a gag into my mouth... (....) Once You are satisfied that I am securely gagged, and muffled, so that even any loud incoherent whimpering or desperate begging could hardly come through audibly---much less be obliged---You slap my pussy sharply a few times, take off my blindfold, and resume Your torment....

The various lubes have mostly dried by now---with the exception of the silicone-based lube, and the intense cooling ointment---so I watch as You reapply the lubes & lotions to the entire area, covering all skin with moisture and lubrication----all skin, that is, but my clit and my hood.

Looking me directly in the eye, You reach down and slowly pull my hood back. You hold it as my eyes roll back, and my hips thrust into the air, making sure I am unsuccessful in finding any additional friction or movement that way...You wait until I stop thrashing, release it, and then pull back the hood again, hold it while I thrash once more, and release it. You pull away briefly to reach for a clean little bottle-cap sitting on the table. You pour a little bit of the silicone based lube into it, along with two full pumps of the KY intense. You pick up a paintbrush just about the size of my little organ itself, and use it to mix around the two lubes in the bottle-cap. Looking me straight in the eye once more before looking down at my pussy, You pull back the hood, and wait for me to stop thrashing. You take the brush and slowly swirl it around my clit, not going up over the tip of it, just generously coating all of its sides first...You tap the very tip several times with the wet brush, then swipe it directly up and over it. My desperate groan is silenced by the gag. You swipe a few times, before pulling away once more, and reaching away from me. A sense of relief washes over me, but it is very short-lived, as I realize that the brush is not going back onto the table, but instead has just revisited the bottlecap...You are simply re-saturating it. You grin and move in close, swiping the brush directly over the swollen nub several times before finally releasing the hood, and flicking the brush back and forth again and again across my clit through the hood. Finally, You put the brush back down on the table. You lock eyes with me, and slowly descend, lowering Your mouth to be about level with my pussy. Placing a small piece of paper towel above my clit, You hold my hips down with both hands, using Your thumbs to gently pull back my hood, immediately heavily exhaling on it....

My whole body locks up in response for a moment before I begin desperately trying to thrust up, to get some kind of relief from this snowballing ache. I feel You release my hood, immediately followed by the sensation of something unusual pressing against my entrance. Clearly coated more than necessary in a heating lube, the instrument slides smoothly into me...I practically see stars as I identify the object as a speculum when it clicks as You lock it into place, forcing me open...it stretches my entrance taut, not allowing for any discretion as my pussy clenches again and again and again, over and over, as You run Your fingers up and down the slick flesh of my outermost lips.

Once again, You move one of Your hands to my mons, right over my clit...You spread Your fingers to either side of my slit, pressing and squeezing the flesh around my clit, before bringing the fingers back together to lightly drag upwards against it, resting once they hit their destination. You pull my hood back again, this time quickly, and quickly exhale against it once more....