in the spirit of all that is freaky

Your nipples are so sensitive. You like it when I play with them like this, don't you? Pinching and pulling at them while your jaw goes slack. Let your tongue loll out of your mouth, there's a good toy.

Are you drooling, baby? Such a pretty little toy, letting yourself drip onto your breasts. You look so cute like this, so sweet and brainless. All nice and pliant for me. How do you feel?

Over clothes at first, maybe. Slowly stripping away layers both physically and in a less literal sense. Feeling them collapse against you, and cling to you. You hold their hand, both keeping them in place and balanced where they need to be, and to reassure them. You both do that little thing with the thumb. That little rub that says "I'm here. It's okay." And they need that reassurance. So do you. Because the intensity builds and builds until they are struggling and crying involuntarily. The sort of circumstance that makes you pause and check in, unless you're very familiar. Even then you may still stop and make sure that they're okay. You may stop and make sure that you are okay. That little thumb thing is what holds you both down. The hand held together. Keeping them in place, and pinned down, and binding you both together.

Just a little more. Just a little further. The involuntary struggles stop but the tears flow more freely. Your partner clings to you like you're all that keeps them from being swept to sea. Your hand and arm ache. Their rear has welts and bruises. When you stop there's stillness for a little while, and they ask for you to hold them. They climb into your lap and cling to you and wince at their own weight against the bruises just made. Their face in your neck and shoulder. Their arms around you. And you both just pour out so much that was bottled up inside of you. You both let go.

but, just to soothe her, you need to get between her legs and press your tongue against her clit. she's going to cry and whine and try to push you away but you can ignore her, she knows her safeword and is perfectly aware she could stop this whenever she wants but she... doesn't. anyway.