A/N: *peeks out from under the sofa*

Hi. Remember me, your totally innocent favourite author?

(Yeah right, I can't even sell the totally innocent line anymore, even if I tried LOL)

I have decided that this story is probably going to finish in the next chapter, possibly two depending on how the next chapter goes. And yes, there will be plot. Contain your shock!

But, have no fear or trepidation. There will be a third story. I keep getting ideas from both reviewers and other sources to include... But I really need to finish the plot of this one first. The next one may be more smut, less plot, but who knows. Not that I think many if you will complain...much. :-P

Anyway... This chapter, much like the last one, is less plot (ok, no plot) and all smut. So, a disciplinary, In Through The Out Door, crab claw Cigarette Warning™ applies. Well, not so much crab claws, none of which were harmed or cooked in the making of this chapter, but the reason for that term will become relevant as you read on.

On with it, then...

Disclaimer: I do not own skins. Probably a good thing, considering. Any and all typos are a total lie.

(Naomi POV)

I slept soundly, the whole night through. So much so, that when I woke the next morning, it was nearly nine, and it was the scent of pancakes and frying bacon that woke me from my slumber. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, feeling the slight ache in my shoulders, as well as the slight discomfort in my limbs. Once I remembered how that had come to pass, i seemingly forgot about the ache, and felt myself smile...and blush. I managed to push myself out of bed, somewhat gingerly into a standing position, and slipped into my bathrobe, tying the sash around my waist, and walking out of the bedroom.

Emily was standing at the stove, dressed similarly to how I was, flipping a pancake and then waiting for it to cook before turning it onto a stack that graced one of two plates. I stood in the doorway and watched her for a moment, until she spoke. "I know you're there, beautiful..." She said, in a humorous tone.

"How did you...?" I asked, trailing off.

She turned and gave me a wide smile. "I can always sense when you're close to me...remember?" She said. "Sit down, it's nearly ready."

"You cooked me breakfast?"

"Mmhmm. After last night, you need a good start to get your energy back, particularly after sleeping so solidly last night." Emily said, pouring a mixture into the pan and beginning to stir it. It wasn't long before she spooned one helping of scrambled eggs onto each plate, and turned the stove off, bringing both plates to the table.

"I should sleep like the dead more often." I grinned. "This looks and smells delicious...thank you."

"My pleasure." Emily said. "Syrup?"

We watched each other as we ate breakfast, and chatted idly about what a nice day it seemed it was going to be. I offered to help Emily clean up when we were done, but she wouldn't hear of it, sending me into the bathroom for a shower. When I finally emerged, she was lying down on our bed, and was looking at the digital camera. I knelt down on the bed, and she placed the camera on her chest. "Hey." She said. "Nice shower?"

"Mmm...something was missing." I smirked. "What are you up to?"

"Admiring something beautiful." She said, placing her hand on top of the camera. "Something...unseen."

"Oh?"

Emily picked up the camera and showed me which image she was looking at. I froze. It was an image I had forgotten I had taken. I had done it one morning while Emily was at work and I had a late starting class at uni. It was a selfie, but not of my face.

"When did you take this?" Emily asked.

I shrugged. "A month or two ago." I replied.

"Tell me about it?"

I sat down beside her. "Uhm..." I felt myself start to blush.

"Oh, come on, beautiful. Don't be shy with me now..." She smirked.

I cleared my throat. "It was one day that I had uni. I was starting late, and... I missed you. I had taken a shower, and was getting ready, and... Well, like I said, I missed you. I still had time, and..." I paused. "Well, it's obvious what I was doing, isn't it?"

"Why did you take the picture?"

I shook my head. "Not really sure why. I was..." I trailed off. I took a deep breath and whimpered a little before I continued. "I was looking at the photos you took of me that were on there, and I was reminiscing I suppose... I got turned on and did what came naturally."

"Hmm." Emily mused. "Did you wear the same knickers to uni?"

"No. I changed them."

"Why?"

I swallowed. "They were soaking wet."

"You made yourself come?"

I paused, and felt myself blush once more. "Twice."

"Ooh." Emily said, softly. Her arm slid across my body and pulled me close to her, as she nuzzled against my neck. "I can picture it, you know... I can see in my mind what your hand was doing... How your fingers were rubbing against your clit..." Her voice was soft and low against my neck. "Did you taste yourself?"

"Yeah..." I whispered, feeling a warm shiver run through my body.

"You know... I do love that bra on you... The contrast of the blue against your skin... And those knickers... Practical, but still sexy with that little flower in the corner..." Emily breathed, her voice still low. "You know I could look at your body all day, but this is such an intimate personal moment... And to know you made yourself come, and enjoyed it... While reliving our experiences together..." I felt myself growing tingly and wet as she spoke. And I've just taken a shower, I thought. Emily turned my head towards her and claimed her lips with mine, kissing me deeply, slipping her tongue in to rub and flick against mine. "You find new ways to make me desire you." She murmured against my lips.

"I do?" I asked, the arousal flowing through my body making its way to my voice.

"Yeah..." Emily said, softly. "Baby, you are so beautiful... I don't need this picture to tell me that, because I already know, but... To know you were pleasuring yourself thinking back on our play...my god..." She sighed. "It makes me feel strange...makes me feel...selfishly submissive... It makes me want to feel your mouth all over between my legs. Licking me. Sucking me... All while I think about you playing with yourself."

"Jesus." I whispered. "Emily..."

"I know, I know...it's so unlike me to think of that... considering my dominant nature... But, beautiful... Even a dominant has her submissive moments. You know that."

"I do. You've told me that."

Emily inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "I love you." She whispered against my skin.

"I know." I said, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close to me. "Em? We...aren't likely to move from this bed all day, are we?" I asked, softly.

She giggled. "Possibly not. But for now... Let's just lie here a while. I want to feel you against me and just...be for a little while."

"Oh. Ok..." I said, letting her snuggle into me. A few minutes went past, as I pondered the reason for Emily wanting to be so close to me. "Em?"

"Mmm?"

"Last night... Did you feel like you pushed me a bit?" I asked, tentatively.

A short moment passed before she spoke. "A little." She said. "But you didn't stop me."

"No, I didn't."

"It was within your limits?"

"Yes. I've told you...I trust you with me. How can I not, after all you've done with me?"

Emily sighed. "Baby..." She paused again. "Sometimes... I wonder if you are testing me to push your limits. To make me find something that you won't do. You say everything I've done so far is within them. But ...You haven't exactly told me what's outside your limits. Or what you are willing to try that we haven't done yet."

"I've told you a little." I said. "I've told you that I'm not into extreme things."

"Hmm...candle wax being verboten, if I remember."

"Yes." I said. "As for other things... You know I like to be spanked..."

"Mmm...and plugged..." Emily smirked.

I felt myself blush. "I honestly had no idea how pleasurable that could be."

Emily laughed. "The thing with being plugged is... It can be pleasurable, you just have to take your time and be open to new experiences. If you charge in without proper preparation, then yes, it's going to hurt and it won't be enjoyable."

A thought occurred to me. "Have you ever had it done to you?"

Emily's brown eyes locked with mine, and placed her hand on my cheek. "I've been doing this a long time, beautiful. I've never done anything to you that I've not experienced myself." Her voice was soft.

"Oh." I said. "And...what other things have you experienced that you...might want to do to me?"

"It doesn't quite work that way, beautiful..." Emily said, with a gentle smile. "I've been around, not to make myself sounds slutty or anything. But I've experienced a lot. I don't yet know what you will or won't be open to... You are ok with being bound, teased, spanked, plugged and fucked senseless... But other than that...you still seem to be quite the blank slate, my love..."

"Ok..." I said, warily. "Should I tell you, then?"

"Only if you want to, beautiful." She said. "Listen... We have a relationship that is different to most dominant/submissive ones. We love each other very deeply, we both know that. You trust me, which is a good start...you know I won't intentionally hurt you..."

"Doesn't it bother you that there are some things you might want to do to me that I won't be into?" I interrupted.

She shook her head. "That's not it, beautiful." She said, patiently. "My experiences are my experiences. Some I'd want to experience again, and some...once was enough. I have been without a long term partner for most of my life. Now, I have you in my life... There are things I will do, yes, but some things I will do that will not interest you. I'm willing to accept that, because I love you. I ask about your limits, because I want to know where I can take you."

My brow furrowed and I looked at her curiously. "You think I will get bored?"

Her eyes widened. "God, no! That's not it at all..." Emily said, pausing to sigh. "Maybe I'm not saying all of this right... I know what we do together arouses you... I push those boundaries, because I am dominant. It's just..." She trailed off, and then breathed to collect her thoughts. "My...our world is very broad, beautiful. There are many aspects to it. But consent is a large part of it. I would not try something with you, unless I knew you were receptive to the idea...you know that, I think."

"Yes." I nodded.

"So...tell me of the things that interest you."

I swallowed again. "Uhm..."

Emily smirked. "Or...do I need to play twenty questions?" I felt myself blush. "You know there's nothing to be afraid of, right? I won't judge you because of what your desires are."

"I k-know, it's j-just..."

"You're getting nervous, too..." She mused. I nodded, feeling myself blush again...or still. I can't even work out which, anymore. "Naomi...my beautiful girl... I've had you exposed and tied up six ways from Sunday... And you still can't tell me what interests you?"

I lowered my gaze, and buried my head in her neck. "I'm s-sorry."

Her fingers gripped at the hair at the base of my neck and gently pulled my head up. "Don't apologise." She said, softly stroking my cheek with her thumb. "It's actually quite sweet, and just like you."

"Oh." I whispered.

Her lips met mines and she kissed me softly. "I know it turns you on to be restrained, the same way it does me, you just...need it more than I do. That's not a bad thing, it's just what you like. It thrills you...here." She said, sliding her hand inside my bathrobe and resting it against the warm skin of my stomach. "And right now, you feel that tingling, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... You like to be spanked, so you're a little bit of a masochist... But you're never experienced anything that involves sensation beyond that... Apart from intense stimulation." She mused. Her hand crept up my body to my breast and gently squeezed it, rolling my nipple firmly between her fingers. I gasped. "Oh? Maybe if I..." She tugged a little more on the nipple, gently, but with a lingering intent. I couldn't help it, I groaned as the shock went right between my legs. Emily smiled, a little wickedly. "I wonder if..." She rolled me onto my back, quickly, and pushed the lapels of the bathrobe open, exposing my nipples completely, and one by one wrapped her lips around them and sucked them until they were firm and erect. "Close your eyes, beautiful."

I did as she asked, and then felt the dual pressure of her gripping fingertips as they lightly pinched my nipples. She didn't roll them, nor twist, she just held them with a firm, but light grip that made me gasp. "How does that feel?" Her low voice asked me.

"S-strange...tight, but...not uncomfortable." I said. "It's s-sensitive...oh!" I moaned, as her grip became a little tighter as she added more pressure. My back arched up slightly.

"Shhh... You know I won't hurt you." Emily said, softly. She held my nipples like that for a few more minutes, letting me adjust to the sensation. Finally, she let them go, and I exhaled slowly as she curled her tongue around each of them in turn, soothing the ache that started as the blood had begun to flow back into them.

"God..." I mumbled, as I felt myself shiver at the contact of her tongue.

"Open your eyes, beautiful." She said. I did so, and focused on her brown ones, staring down at me with a gentle smile. "You liked that, I can tell from the way your eyes are darker." I felt myself blush, and bit my bottom lip, nodding. Her thumb grazed along my chin, untucked my lip, and then she kissed me slowly. "I think another little trip might be in order..." She whispered against my ear, in such a seductive manner that I felt myself get wet.

"Em..." I mumbled, my voice shaking as I squirmed under her.

"Hmm... A little uncomfortably horny?" She smirked.

"Yeah." I whispered.

She gave me a wolfish grin. "Oh, good... The sooner we go, the sooner we return... and I have plans for you, beautiful..."

Plans? The sound of that word made me tingle even more.

Emily leaned close and kissed me deeply. "I'm going to take a shower, and then we are going out." She said, brushing my fringe from my eyes. "I want you to get dressed..." She trailed off, looking upwards for a brief moment. "...without your knickers. Or a bra."

My eyes widened. "B-but...I've n-never..." I stuttered.

She gave me a wicked grin. "I know." She kissed my forehead and got off of me, stripping her robe off her shoulders. "And wear a skirt." She added, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

I got up and shrugged the bathrobe off me, and for some reason decided I should keep it simple... So I put on a black knee length skirt, and an old green Paisley patterned button up shirt that I hadn't worn, because it was always a little on the garish and not-for-me, side. Also, while it was my size, it was a bit tight around the bust...so I guessed that it might do the trick for whatever Emily had in mind. My own mind was curiously aroused...or aroused and curious...whichever way you want to put it. Regardless, I could feel the uncomfortable wetness between my legs, and the dull ache begging me to do something about it. Better not, though... My mind told me. For once, my mind won out over my body, and I instead opted to roll a pair of sheer black hold ups onto my legs, the tops of which hugged snugly around my thighs.

As I went into the sitting room, I was very self conscious of the fact that my nipples were being rubbed - and kept erect - by the slightly rough texture of the shirt I was wearing, and that it was adding to my uncomfortable wetness. It barely mattered somehow, though, because I knew that in the end, Emily would make it worth it, even if I felt on edge for most of the time. My mind was starting to drift into what she had in store for me, when I heard her clear her throat behind me. I turned around (I was so wet that I hadn't been game enough to sit down), and Emily stood in front of me. Black jeans, black shirt with the top button open, damp red hair spilling over her shoulders, black Doc Martens...

I swallowed. I found Emily attractive in business wear, but she was even more gorgeous dressed this way. I kind of always had a thing for girls dressed in menswear, I suppose... Now I more or less knew it, and the fact that it made me a little wetter didn't help. But, was I complaining? No. No, I was not.

"You're speechless." She said. I nodded. She smirked. "The stockings are a nice touch..."

I looked down at my legs. "Uhm..."

"That shirt... I've never seen you in it before. I like it. It's...retro, and... Interesting." She mused.

"T-thanks." I said, softly.

Emily took my hand and raised it, kissing the back of it softly. "Love you, beautiful. Come on, lots to do..." She said, leading me to the front door.

My level of arousal hadn't lessened any by the time we had arrived at our destination - the same adult store that Emily had taken me to when she had purchased that devious paddle of hers, taken me home and spanked me senseless with it. The thought of that afternoon still makes me tingle. But this time, I wasn't sure at all what she had in mind, and a few lurid thoughts were swirling around my head as we descended the stairs.

"Emily...nice to see you again!" The girl behind the counter said, cheerily.

"Hi, Jane. Business going well?" Emily said.

Jane laughed. "Of course, particularly getting into the Christmas season."

"Ah, right... Because nothing says "Merry Christmas" like the gift of sex toys." Emily grinned.

"Something like that. Anyway, feel free to browse."

Emily led me inside, the contact of the gentle squeeze of her hand on mine lifting my gaze from the floor. Her eyes held mine and reassured me that all was ok, and then she led me down the aisles. "Relax, beautiful. Remember what I told you last time."

"Normal adults c-come to shop here." I said.

Emily smiled and stepped closer to me, her lips at my ear. "Remember...eggs, milk, dildos...handcuffs..." There was humour in her tone, and hearing my own words spoken back to me made me giggle slightly. She kissed my cheek. "You'll be ok, come on."

But what was on my mind was the last time we had been here. When Emily had taken me into one of the change rooms, handcuffed my hands behind my back and stroked me to an intense orgasm as she covered my mouth to stop me from moaning. She was right, there most certainly was something about the risk of being caught having sex somewhere in a public place, and that most definitely tickled my...er...fancy. Of course, the whole thing that bothered me about adult shops, strangely enough, was the packaging associated with some of the items.

"Your overthinking again, aren't you?" Emily said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I nodded. "So...do tell? I'm curious."

"Some of these products." I said quietly. "The packaging...it's all...objectifying women. It's kind of...offensive in a way."

"Ah...you mean the pictures of the 'attractive' girls, usually with overly implanted boobs and looking like they are gagging for it? Yeah, I'm not a fan of that either." She said, with a chuckle in her voice. "I tend not to notice that, because most of these packages are probably designed by men. Even the stuff for the lesbian market, which is kind of funny, when you think about it."

"So...what do you notice?"

"Well, most packages have see-through elements so you can see what you are buying before you pay for it. I tend to look at that. Sometimes I read the descriptions, but then...most of those are probably written by men, too..." She mused. "What matters is how it works when you use it, and if you've already done that with a similar item, then it's not much different than what you're about to buy."

"Oh." I said.

"Take vibrators for instance... The important bit, other than its size, is how it stimulates. It's sex, not rocket science...so... As long as it has some part that stimulates a sensitive area..."

"It's all much of a muchness?" I asked.

"Something like that." She said. "The only difference is that some are more realistically shaped than others. But that's more to please straight girls more than anything else, I think."

"Makes sense. If it really mattered, women wouldn't be able to get each other off with their fingers."

"Good point." Emily said.

I paused for a moment. "What's the deal with things marketed around porn stars, then?"

"One would assume it's natural for men to want to fuck porn stars. Or even women." Emily said, nodding towards a package on a shelf that was marketed as a "James Deen" realistic dildo. "It used to be that people would just watch porn and fantasise about what they wanted to have done to them, but now...you can buy a realistic copy of James, for example, and fuck away to your heart's content!" There was humour in her tone and it made me smile.

"I didn't think sex toys were that involved."

"You would be surprised... A lot of thinking goes into it."

"Interesting." I said.

"Quite."

Curiosity got the better of me. "What are we doing here?"

Emily smiled, as we ended up in front of the wall of BDSM and fetish related gear. I suppose you could call it gear. Whatever. "How are your nipples feeling now? Honestly."

I felt my face flush for what felt like the millionth time today. "My shirt keeps rubbing against them. It's...distracting."

"I bet they are still hard from earlier..."

"And I bet you are right." I replied.

She leaned closer. "I know you're still wet, too." She said, just loud enough so only I could hear her. I felt myself shiver. "I know you enjoyed it when I was playing with your nipples earlier... So... We are going to have a little fun with them..." She said, scanning the products in front of us, and then selecting one package. She handed it to me, and I looked at it. Behind the plastic packaging was a tiny pair of clamps, which looked to be adjustable, separated by a length of chain. I thought back to the first time Emily had taken me to the bondage club, and the woman being fucked with the strap-on. The woman fucking her had also been tugging a chain that was clamped to her nipples.

"Uh...will it hurt?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Did it hurt this morning?"

"N-no, but...you were only using your fingertips."

"True. Look...see there? They are adjustable. Good for first timers. You see there are other ones?" She pointed to another package that had stranger looking clamps inside them. "They are clover clamps, and they are a little more painful." She said. "I don't want to hurt you, you know that, beautiful. But I want you to feel something new. I'll be gentle, I promise."

I bit my bottom lip. The pressure of Emily's fingertips on my nipples had felt good, and she had gone slow enough for it not to hurt. And it had turned me on, in a strange way, and the thought of it now did make me tingle. She also did say she wouldn't try anything with me that she hadn't tried herself. "Uhm...ok..."

Emily pulled me close and kissed me slowly. "And if you're good, I might even plug you, because I know you've been thinking about since I mentioned it this morning..."

I felt a shock run through my stomach and settle to burn low between my legs. "Fuck..." I muttered, my voice breaking. "You're such a tease..."

"Mmm, and you love every bit of it, I know you do." She grinned. "Just think, beautiful... Tied up...clamped...spanked...plugged...fucked..." Her voice was low and seductive, and every word of hers made me feel a stronger throb pulse its way through my body. By her last word, I knew I was breathing heavier...and so did Emily. "Home I think...yes?" I nodded mutely, and she took my hand.

As we walked towards the counter, she stopped. "Hmm...I have another idea. Here..." She handed me the package, and also pulled some notes out of her pocket. "Go and pay for this, and meet me upstairs. I won't be long."

I looked at the package, and then up at Emily, who looked upon me with amusement. "Eggs...milk..." I mumbled.

"Nipple clamps..." Emily smirked. I turned towards the counter and felt a light spank on my arse.

I jumped a little, but went to the counter anyway, to find Jane reading a copy of Lady Chatterly's Lover. She looked up at me and smiled. "Hi." She said, taking a look at what I was purchasing. "Nice one. Got a set of these myself." She said, as she tapped the keys on the register. "That'll be £15.99" I handed over the money Emily had given me. Jane put the package into a plain black paper bag, and handed it to me with the change. "That's the second time I've seen you in here with Emily. She must like you a lot." I nodded. "Cool. Well, enjoy."

"Thanks." I said softly, before quickly walking up the stairs and out into the street. I waited patiently, glad that there weren't that many people around, and those who were weren't actually paying much attention. A few minutes later, Emily emerged, with an amused smirk on her face, and carrying a similar paper bag to mine.

"Jane says that the next time you are in her shop, you might not look so freaked out." She said, casually.

"Uhm..."

Emily laughed softly. "It's ok, beautiful. Really. Come on. Let's go home." She said, taking my hand.

I was standing at the foot of our bed, and Emily was unbuttoning my shirt, slowly. My skirt was already off, and as the slightly rough fabric of my shirt was being slid off my shoulders, she spoke in that dark voice of hers. "It was hard for me to control myself out there... With this shirt barely containing your tits..." She said. "But... That was your point. Same with the stockings... To tease me?" I nodded, and she dropped onto her knees, sliding her hands up my still clad legs. "Hands behind your back, beautiful." She said. I moved them behind my back, holding one wrist in the other hand. Without saying anything further, she leaned forward and slipped her tongue between my folds and began to slowly lick at me. I let out a soft whimper as her tongue grazed against my swollen aching clit. Her head moved back, and she looked up at me. "Turn around."

I did as she asked, and her hands reached around to cup my breasts, gently squeezing them. I leaned my head back, and couldn't help the moan that left my lips as she began to roll my nipples between her fingertips. "I know you trust me. But if at any time you want me to stop..."

"P-porcupine. I know." I said, softly.

"Good. Now get that sexy arse of yours on the bed, so I can tie you up and make you scream..." She said, with another light spank on my now naked arse. "On your stomach first, beautiful. Arms above your head." I did as her commanding tone requested of me, and felt my heart quicken as she set about attaching leather cuffs to my wrists, separated by one of the long chains threaded around the rails of the headboard. "Lift your hips." I did so, and felt a pillow be placed under them, my arse now sticking up slightly.

Oh. She wasn't kidding about that...

I heard the soft squeak of the hinge on the oak box, why she never got that fixed, I'll never know, but it sent another chill right through me, knowing, anticipating what she was about to do next. I heard rustling, not daring to look, and then felt the weight of Emily's body settling on my spread knees, and the cool touch of Emily's fingertips trailing down my spine...and then down between my cheeks. I felt her fingers slip inside my soaking wet centre, and then shivered again, feeling those same, wet, slick fingers venture back up in between the cheeks of my arse and begin to lightly circle that forbidden place. It felt naughty, it felt wicked, but more so, it felt good, and I wanted more of it.

My mind was drifting, and all I felt was the sensation of her finger as it began to enter me, taking her time and listening to the reaction of my breathing, the tensing and relaxing of my muscles guiding her, letting her know when I was ready for more. The at first sensation of slight discomfort soon gave way to the pleasure of it, though, as did the silky feeling of the cool lubricant that Emily had applied. One finger...then two... By the time both were comfortably inside me, I was just about delirious with pleasure, and very close to exploding. The feeling of it was unreal, and my centre was aching with each throb that matched my heartbeat. I squirmed as I moaned, wanting to feel more.

"Ready?" Emily asked, her voice soft and cautious.

"Yeah..."

One of her hands rested itself on the left cheek of my arse. I then felt the cool pressure of the glass plug as it began to enter me, and as that pressure became greater, I strained against the cuffs, my hand grabbing at the pillow under my head and squeezing it in my fingers, groaning as the thickest part of the plug slid inside me. My hips rocked involuntarily at the intrusion, and a small earthquake of pleasure washed over my body, my mind lost to the experience of being tied up and plugged.

Emily's body lifted off mine, and I heard the rustle of packaging as I adjusted to the feeling of the plug inside me. The bed dipped again and her hands grabbed my hips. "Roll over, beautiful." She said, gently. She helped me roll over onto my back, and then once again straddled my hips looking down at me with deviousness in her eyes. "Oh, you can look as innocent as you like, my love... Your present position tells me otherwise." She smirked. "Tied up...plugged..." She looked down to my chest. "Nipples as hard as bullets..." She said, lightly squeezing each of them in turn. I swear they just got harder. "If it gets too painful..."

"Let you know." I replied, my voice showing distraction.

She nodded, and leaned over to kiss me slowly. Once her lips left mine, she took the chain with the clamps in her hand, and began to adjust its tightness, testing it on her finger. "This should be light...but tell me if it's too tight." I nodded, and then looked down as she opened the clamp, and slowly let it close around my nipple. The pressure was firm, but not painful, increasing as the clamp closed around the erect nub.

I groaned. "It's tight..."

"Too much?" Emily asked. I shook my head, breathing hard as the sensation made me clench, both in my centre and around the plug.

I closed my eyes, and exhaled deeply. I needed more. I opened my eyes and looked up at Emily, who was regarding me with curious concern. "More." I said. She picked up the other clamp, adjusting it to the same tension, and opened it, slowly closing it around my other erect nipple. My eyes closed again and I hissed as the pleasurable grip of now both of the clamps sent another wave of sensation burning through my body, and I strained against the cuffs. "Yessss..." It hurt a little, but not in a bad way. Not so much that I didn't want it. Not when it made my hips rock, and set off more pleasurable sensations within me.

I opened my eyes, and looked into Emily's, as she smiled at me. "Good?" I nodded. "Want me to make it even better?" I bit my bottom lip and nodded again. Her smile turned wicked. "Oh, I will...but first..." Her hand reached for the chain separating the clamps, and I moaned as she tugged it gently, creating tension that made my back arch up, and my mind spin. My eyes rolled somewhat, as she pulled the chain again, not enough to hurt, but enough to increase the tight sensation around my hard nipples.

"Fuck..." I groaned. Emily let out a dirty chuckle above me, and let the chain drop to my stomach.

"Turn over. I want you on your knees and elbows. Don't worry, you have enough movement." She said, getting off me. She was right, and somehow I managed it, thought not sure how, given the intrusion into my arse and the now dangling chain pulling on my clamped nipples. I felt the touch of something cool at the base of my neck, slipping down my spine. Then, I felt it gliding over the cheeks of my arse, and before I could realise what it was, I felt the sharp sting of the leather paddle as it made contact with the left, then the right cheek of my arse. I shuddered...hard. That's how intense it was for me, the combination of sensations assaulting me all at once. The clench and ache of my wanting centre, the clench of my plugged arse, the lack of movement of my position and restraint, and the squeezing grip of the clamps on my nipples combined with the tug of the dangling chain. Then, Emily struck me again twice on either side of my arse.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned, in a mixture of pleasurable agony. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself as the leather paddle rubbed over my arse to soothe me.

"Alright?" Emily asked.

"Ungh..." I grunted. "Intense." So intense that I couldn't even recognise my voice as my own, I was that incoherent.

"Is it too intense? Do you need me to stop?" Her hand was rubbing at my back, now.

"No...I need it." I muttered, feeling tears prick at my eyes. So deliciously frustrating...

"Oh?" She asked, rubbing over my warmed arse. "A little more of this?" The paddle came down on my arse another three times each side, and my body tensed up, and I cried out in pleasure. "Or this?" She asked, pushing slightly and twisting the plug in my arse, making my back arch and a primal sound spill from my lips. She reached under me, and as she spanked my twice more, harder, she tugged gently at the chain, pulling at the pleasurably tense aching through my nipples. My body tensed up harder and I cried out and shook as I was pushed over the edge, and my vision blanked out as she continued to spank me, and the intensity of a different kind of orgasm flooded over me.

"FUUUUCK!" I cried, as with one final spank, my head dropped onto the pillow underneath it, and I panted breathlessly.

Emily waited, until my breathing returned to something resembling normal, and I vaguely heard something else being unwrapped, though I couldn't be sure. I was too gone out of my head and lost in a dreamy state to know. I did feel the slackening of the restraint around my wrists, though, as Emily unclipped the cuffs from the chain holding them in place. "Up." She said softly, pulling my body up so that I was kneeling upright. I was then plunged into darkness as Emily slipped the blindfold across my eyes, and my heart began to beat faster once more. "Move forward." She said, and I shuffled forward as best as I could, feeling her legs moving in between mine, and the warm proximity of her body. I felt something slightly stiff and cool moving between my folds, and nudging against my clit. "Something familiar, but different..." She said, her voice low as the slight stiffness began to enter me. "Tell me what you feel."

"Ah.." I gasped, as I felt both of her hands on my hips, guiding me onto it. "Christ...it's...thicker...feels...fuller, and...oh!" I couldn't help the loud groan and escaped me as I felt my clit make contact with Emily's warm centre beneath me. "What...oh god..." I said, feeling my hips begin to grind down of their own accord.

"Easy, beautiful..." She said, her voice thick with arousal, as her hands steadied my hips. "First things first... Are you listening?" I nodded, biting my bottom lip. "Good. Im going to remove the clamps, and the blood is going to go back into your nipples. They'll ache... But it'll be the good kind. Ok?" I nodded. She gave one final tug on the chain, and then I felt the grip cease on them, first the right, then the left, groaning as I felt the slight burning ache as the blood began to flow back into them. "That's it..." Emily said softly, rubbing her thumbs along my hips. I couldn't help it, the aching sensation also went right to the ache in my centre, and my hips began to move.

"Can't...fuck...keep still..." I groaned.

"It's ok...you don't have to." Emily said, beginning to thrust up into me. Then, she leaned up and I felt the wetness of her tongue as she flicked it across first one, then the other of my aching nipples, and it was sweet torture, my insides clenching on the intrusions into me and before I knew it, Emily had flipped me onto my back and took my hips in her hands and had begun to thrust into me deeply. "So beautiful..." She murmured against my neck, before nipping at my skin and sucking at my pulse point. I wrapped my legs around her hips and pulled her closer into me as she began to fuck me harder. Again, she began to suck at my nipples in turn, the sensation of her tender touch sending shocks through me, and making my body tense as every point of stimulation, my clit against hers, the plug in my arse, her tongue on my nipples and the thing inside me combined and I cried out, Emily's own cries mingling with mine as we exploded against each other. It was so intense... The last thing I remembered was my body shaking violently...and then ...I lost consciousness.

The next thing I felt was Emily's fingertips rubbing my cheek softly. My brow creased, and I slowly opened my eyes. She was lying beside me, my wrists were uncuffed, and I felt strangely empty. My nipples ached, but not unpleasantly so. "Hey." Emily said, kissing my cheek softly.

"Hey." I replied. "H-how long was I...?"

"About ten minutes." Emily said. "Don't worry... You're back to normal." She said, with a soft smile. "How do you feel?"

I groaned softly as I shifted next to her. "Thoroughly fucked." I mused. "Are my nipples supposed to still ache?"

She leaned over and kissed them gently, making me whimper. "They will for a while."

"Mmm...it's a good ache."

"I know."

"What...did you fuck me with?"

Emily smirked, as she trailed her fingertips up and down my stomach. "Strapless strap on."

I thought back to her words. "Familiar, but different?"

"Mmhmm... Works for us both."

"Ah."

Emily giggled softly and kissed my neck. "You must be tired after that... Why don't you nap a while?"

I stretched, feeling a pleasurable ache through my body. Emily tethered me close to her and I curled up in her arms. "Sounds good to me."

A/N: Perhaps crab claws are the nipple clamps of the sea world?

BAHAHAHAHA...

If anyone is wondering, no, I've never used them, but I have had my nipples pierced, which was an experience in itself, let me tell you.

Anyway. Review if you must. Even if it puts you into a coma...lol

Until next time...

~GN~ xo