Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

14-Home for the Holidays

Gnella let out sexual noises of her own as she felt him get closer and closer to her clit, slowly yet surely. She grabbed his hair and held on as he worked his magic. He knew her so well.

He called it "Yndethel's Ladder," and while he wasn't sure if anyone had come up with it first, or how well it would work for other women, he knew, for a fact, it worked for Gnella. And, quite frankly, that's all that mattered.

Eventually, he made his way up to her clit, having licked all the way down to the bottom and all the way back up. He lightly touched the bottom of her engorged nub with the last lick upwards, and then licked downwards to the bottom again.

He went back up the ladder, and this time, he reached the top and gave her nub a series of hyper fast laps/taps to it before going back down.

Her breath started to shallow as she pulled on his long blonde hair. He was halfway up the ladder. Now the fun would begin.

This time when he went down, he stopped just short of the bottom of her lips before going back up, lapping/tapping at her clit at the top once more. Then he stopped a little higher from the bottom when he went down, shortening the interval between his laps/taps. Then he stopped a little higher, and a little higher.

Gnella was close, very close. It took twenty minuets for him to get to this point on the ladder, and she felt like she was about to burst. "Oh, oh yes, ah, mmm, oh kitty, you're so good at this."

He looked up at her as she looked down. She looked so hot when she was on the edge, her skin gdrenched in sweat. He could taste its salt on the skin of her vulva as it mixed with her pleasantly tart juices.

He kept eye contact, it was key for her. He tilted his head so that he had to look up to make contact, it pushed the kitty look. He purposefully hummed and moaned into her as he kept climbing the ladder.

Her grip on his hair tightened as her hips started to buck without asking her brain for permission first. Her legs started spreading and closing wildly, as if they couldn't decide which way they wanted to be.

She felt him lick up her as her orgasm was building for the finish. Here it comes, she could feel him near her clit. Here it comes, here, it, comes.

He started lapping/tapping her there.

She came.

A tsunami of pleasure waves burst around her body as her head swung back to scream her ecstasy to the world. He cum gushed out onto Yndethel's face as he continued to tap/flap her nub, staying there on the top of the ladder, to help keep her orgasm happening for as long as possible.

Eventually, she was done, she had gotten her release, but she wasn't done with her "kitty" yet. She stood up, her previous experience with the ladder allowing her to do so after the mind shattering oral she had recieved, and put the gag and mask back on him.

She got down from the couch, and flipped him over so that his knees were on the ground and his face was in the couch. "Give momma a thumbs up if you can breathe, kitty." After receiving the thumbs up, she lifted the back of his skirt to admire his perfect tush. She then went back to her bag and grabbed a few more things before returning.

"Momma wants you to snap your fingers once if you can't breathe," he heard her tell him, "and snap them lots of times for the safe word word, ok kitty?" He gave a second thumbs up and felt the chain connecting his handcuffs to the ankle spreader come undone.