Karne gently draws her hand away and straightens her on the bed. She quickly sheds her clothes and snuggles in beside her, pulling a blanket over them... Karne lightly caresses her still twitching body and paints her face with soft kisses."I've never come like that before," she quavers, "never that hard. I don't think I can move." Relax, baby. Close you eyes," Karne murmurs in her ear, feeling her stiffen, as another little tremor travels through her, "Don't worry, I've got you."It's still dark. I shook my head, emotionally kicking myself while holding myself up with the counter and both hands.Once I collected myself, I grabbed my drink from the counter and swung around expecting to see her sitting back on one extreme end of the couch as we had both been positioned for the wine and the first rum. Instead, I plowed my glass right into her stomach spilling rum all over her. It hit hard enough that she literally had rum from head to toe and there was none left in my glass.I felt like such. My breath was shallow. My face was flush. I walked stiffly. I headed home. I tried to base an analysis on the burst of messages and then enduring silence. Perhaps Steph had gone early and the whole conversation was her. Perhaps she had gone late and I was sexting Liz. Which would leave the whole conversation on Stephanie’s phone to discover later and I was in so much trouble. Or maybe Liz is smart enough to consider this possibility and deleted our exchange. Or part of it. My weirdest idea was. I blinked rapidly as I felt him strap a spreader bar to my ankles, followed by my wrists being cuffed together with leather. I squeak when he snaps clamps onto my nipples, and lets out a low whine as he clips a line of them down from my breasts to my hip bones, making my abdomen sting. I try very hard not to struggle as he pushes in a gag—my favorite, the one shaped like a very thick, short cock—and he nods in satisfaction as I whimper. He digs through the box again for a minute, before pulling.