By the time Doc Jan started to undo my bonds, I was more than ready for something different. Chuck came over and Jan let him know that we were going up to the second floor dungeon for a bit of one-on-one. I blushed as he kissed me and whispered in my ear, promising me that tonight was going to be "special". I watched as he kissed Jan and then the two of us left for the upper dungeon.

Jan led me into the room and bound me to the butterfly chair. My arms were outstretched, my legs spread and bound. I was completely available for anything. Jan placed a blindfold over my eyes and I heard her footsteps wander away. Soft clinking and clunking sounds could be heard and then I could detect the sound of a cart being wheeled over.

I hissed when the first clip was applied to my left breast. Jan proceeded to apply a line of seven clips across my left breast and then began on my right one. She applied seven across that one and then "played" her fingers (or something) across the clips, making them bounce and jiggle. I moaned and squirmed as best I could in my bound position. All was quiet for a second, then I felt the lashes of a soft flogger brush gently against my pussy. I gasped and tried to curl my hips forward to feel more of the gentle caress. Jan's soft laughter filled my ears.

Suddenly, the lashes of the flogger struck my pussy, making me cry out in surprise. Jan proceeded to lash my pussy and the insides of my thighs until my skin felt warm and I was beginning to cry out with each strike. She quickly changed tactics and began to lash my arms and occasionally the strikes fell across my stomach. I could feel my hair moving in the breeze created by the swinging lashes, alternating between cooling my skin and warming it. Sometimes she would pull the strike short, and I would feel the swish as the lashes completely missed me, only to strike me the second or third time she swung the flogger. Sometimes she would allow the flogger to thud, sometimes just the tips would strike. The difference in the feeling of the strikes kept me on my toes.

She slowly worked over the entire front of my body, carefully avoiding my breasts. She spoke soothingly to me the entire time; telling me how beautiful I looked with my skin all pink for her. She stopped flogging me and I could hear her moving items on the cart. There were sounds of something happening directly in front of me and then silence. Without warning, I felt a firm tap on one of the pins on my left breast. I grunted in alarm. Jan told me she was going to systematically knock each pin off my breasts, but that she was going to make sure I enjoyed it. My breathing became labored in dreaded anticipation of what she was about to do.

I felt the pin bounce as she tap-tap-tapped it. I began to tense up and Jan spoke to me soothingly. Something touched firmly against my clit and then I heard a click. Immediately following the click was vibrations against my clit. I groaned loudly and as I did this, Jan struck the clip hard and it popped off. The pain of it melded with the pleasure of the vibrator and I felt the first inklings of an orgasm begin to build. Jan did as she promised and systematically worked through all the pins on my left breast and moved to my right breast. She would occasionally stop and pull the vibrator away or simply turn it off, prolonging my climb to orgasmic bliss. As she worked her way through the last of the pins, she turned the vibrator on high and pressed it firmly as the last clip popped off, sending me over the edge. I screamed loudly as my orgasm peaked. The wooden butterfly chair creaked as I strained, all my muscles tightening in waves of pleasurable release.

Jan removed me from the chair and led me - still blindfolded - over to the side and pressed me into a kneeling position. I knelt quietly and after a moment, felt Jan's hand on the back of my head guiding my face gently into her musky folds. I smiled and began to work at returning the favor - wanting to give her just as much pleasure as she had given me.