Strawberries

"Oh, please, Mistress, anything, please, just let me cum"

"Anything?"

"Yes, anything, please, fist me, make me cum, please!" She was almost screaming now, so I quickly grabbed the knife in my left hand, and slid all five fingers of my right hand into her tight pussy. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and cupped my hand into a fist as her cunt started spasming around my hand. At the height of her orgasm, I used the knife to knick the inside of her thigh, and set my mouth to the wound. I sucked hard, quenching my raging thirst with her hot blood, almost tasting the strawberries and the sex in it. I sucked hard and fast, feeling nearby vessels burst at the pressure, and relishing every extra drop. I could feel that her orgasm had waned now, but I didn't stop. Fucking her with my whole fist, I rubbed her clit with my other hand, and counted on the myriad of other sensations to distract her.

"Mistress? What, what, oh….don't stop, please don't stop."

I didn't, and she quickly came again, screaming and thrashing around so much I was afraid she would hurt herself on the restraints. When she finally lay still, gasping for breath, I sat up and gently pulled my hand from her cunt. She moaned, and writhed again at that movement, but quickly quieted down again. I backed off of the bed, putting away the knife, and un-cuffing her. I finally reached up and took the blindfold off, only to find her eyes closed. Between the two orgasms and the blood lose, she had fallen asleep.

I laughed softly, and covered her with a blanket I kept nearby for just such emergencies, then walked quietly from the room, turning off the light and closing the door as I left. Another successful night.