A Different Way Part 3

[LanceH]

After a few moments he went and sat back down. Mistress came over and moved her restraints. She tightened them up, really hard. Now she was stretched out and couldn't move at all. It was so tight she didn't even have room to struggle. Mistress picked up the pinwheel, and walked back over. She putt it in her armpit and slowly went down her side. Before long she was letting out a continuous gutteral moan. It was a very different ***. Down she went to her hip, just past her buttocks. Then she kept going down but taxes it around her leg, ending at about knee height on the inside of her leg.
Then she started up the inside of her thigh. Slowly going up. She tried to struggle, she tried to move, but she was stretched so tight she couldn't. Just when she reached the top of her leg, Mistress moved the wheel to the other tender inside thigh and started down. Mistress retraced the line of *** now on the other leg and side of her body in reverse. Even though she had a good idea of where it was going, she couldn't help but feel every ***ful moment. It was intense. Finally she reached the other armpit.
Then she started moving towards her front, slowly she traced a figure eight pattern around her breasts, never really touching them, just around. After she was completely done,babe stopped in between her breasts.
Then she started straight down, still slowly. Mistress was looking her straight in the eye as she reached the top of her belly, and kept going. Down to her belly button. Still looking with a glint in her eyes. Down to the soft area where she had to shave. Her cries were getting louder as she realized what was happening. Finally she reached the point where her pussy started, and kept going. She screamed in ***, and wiggled with all her might, but she went all the way down it.
This was an extremely intense experience, outside of what she was used to. It was just enough *** to keep her mind from the high she usually got. Every tender bit of her had been ***d. And there was still more on the table. She was closer to her safe word then she had ever been. And once or twice might have been past it and unable to form coherent thought. What extreme *** was in store for her, she wondered.