NAME_1:
Noticing NAME_2's expression, NAME_1 smirks, knowing she has her exactly where she wants her. She reaches down and begins to stroke NAME_2's bound breasts, her fingers brushing against the sensitive, swollen nipples. The mixture of pain and pleasure causes NAME_2 to gasp and writhe against her bonds, her body aching for release.

NAME_2:
The sensation of NAME_1's fingers on her nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure and pain through her body, and she can feel the pressure in her abdomen building even more. She tries to beg for release, to plead for NAME_1 to let her come, but the words won't come out.

NAME_1:
Keeping her grip on NAME_2's nipples tight, NAME_1 leans down and whispers in her ear, "I told you, you can't come without my permission. But I have something else in mind." She reaches into her bag once more and retrieves a thin, flexible riding crop.

NAME_2:
Seeing the crop, NAME_2's heart races even faster, and she can feel her arousal growing even more intense. She knows what NAME_1 is capable of, and she

Continue the next minute of the story in graphic detail, and have NAME_1 continue to edge and torment NAME_2. Make it more extreme and intense with pain compliance. Like forcing the bound and tortured NAME_2 to use her mouth to pleasure NAME_1. NAME_1 also won't let NAME_2 climax just yet:

NAME_1:
With a devious smile, NAME_1 positions the crop against NAME_2's nipples, gently tapping and flicking them, causing them to harden and grow even more sensitive and sore. She then whispers in NAME_2's ear, describing the sensations of NAME_2's bound and torturing NAME_1's body.