At the snap of my fingers, you blinked awake, having no idea how long you'd been in trance, only that you'd been there and it had felt good.

 

I must not have done a very good job hiding the smirk on my face, because you eyed me suspiciously. Though maybe you just knew me well enough to know that coming up from trance without any memory of being given suggestions always meant that something was going to happen. You just had no way of knowing what it was.

 

And I sure wasn't about to tell you.

 

Instead, I told you how much fun I had, how good you were for me, and thanked you for being the perfect subject. Once we had taken care of both of our immediate aftercare needs, I told you to get dressed and took my leave to get some work done.

 

45 minutes later, which was honestly much longer than I'd expected you to last, there was a knock on my office door.

 

"Please..." You had tears of desperation in your eyes. Not that it was a surprise.

 

You thrust your chest out at me, repeating your plea, your nipples stiffer and larger than I'd ever seen them.

 

I laughed.

 

"Did you really interrupt my work to ask me to play with your nipples? If you want them played with so badly, play with them yourself."

 

And that was all it took for you to desperately start rubbing at your nipples. Who knows how many times you'd tried.

 

I wondered how long it had taken you to figure out that your nipples, sensitive even before I had given you suggestions to find them even more sensitive than usual, wouldn't respond to your own touch. I wondered if you had even figured out that they would increase in sensitivity each time you tried.

 

By the looks of things, it either took you a while to figure it out, or by the time you had, your nipples were engorged and aching enough to make you so desperate as to keep trying.

 

"Fuck, it's hot watching you do that, fully knowing that it will only make it worse for yourself."

 

I kissed you on the forehead and chuckled when I had to take you by the shoulders and hold you at arms' length to keep you from rubbing your nipples against my shirt, crazed with the need for something, any kind of stimulation.

 

You just whimpered and whined as you once again uselessly rubbed at your nipples, aching for the pleasure they normally brought you, but only making them needier.

 

I wondered if you'd tried touching between your legs, or if you didn't know yet that it would only stoke the flames in your nipples more.

 

"Please..." You were exquisitely pitiful. "Please... help..."

 

"If you insist," I replied with an exaggerated sigh as I moved out of the doorway and motioned to reveal the chair I'd prepared for you in front of my desk.

 

I studied you as you took in the set of handcuffs threaded through the slats in the back of the chair and the gag neatly placed over the arm. You gave me a puzzled look that did not even remotely cover the desperation you were feeling.

 

"I'm still working, my love, but if you can't keep yourself from making it worse, you're welcome to cuff your hands to the chair to keep them off your chest. I'll just need you to put the gag in, since I can't have you sitting here begging and whining while I'm trying to concentrate."

 

You looked slightly betrayed, but it didn't bother me. In your more lucid moments, you begged me for exactly this kind of cruelty.

 

You turned and strode down the hall, your whimper as I closed the door giving away that you had just been waiting until I wasn't watching to uselessly rub your chest.

 

It took all of my self-control to not look up at you two minutes later when you returned to my office, sat in the chair in a huff, and started placing the gag in your mouth.

Without taking my eyes off my work, I chuckled when I heard the ratcheting of the handcuffs imprisoning your wrists.

 

"Very good." I finally looked deeply into your eyes. "Now you just sit there and ache for me until I'm finished."

 

The gagged whimper you gave in response was going to fuel me for a long time. In fact, I was even feeling motivated to get a jump on tomorrow's work, too.

 

I was sure you wouldn't mind.