And on he travelled, first one arm then the other, his delicate touches he knew had heightened one of the only senses left to her, one he would torment all the more.
Before discarding the feather he ran it lightly back down her chest, her amateur bbw belly, and over her mound to trace softly the outline of her labia, saw her hole amateur bbw grasping for it amateur bbw and saw her chest heave, heard a long hiss escape the gag.
He dragged it through the juices that were now coating her lips, and as a parting gesture drew it under amateur bbw her nose, smiled as her nostrils flared at the amateur bbw smell of herself.
Peeling the tape from her earlobes and removing the little plugs, he spoke quietly so as not to alarm her, felt the touch of amateur bbw her head as she sought him out.
"Now, little one, keep very still. I am going to release your nipples from the clamps, and you know how intensely it will burn, and I know how you love that! Now, back into silence." And he replaced the earplugs, before checking he had what he needed to amateur bbw soothe the searing pain that he was about to unleash.
Working swiftly amateur bbw even as she squirmed under his ministrations, he released the clamps, and waited for her body to react, her brain to overload.
A milliseconds delay and then her whole body lurched upwards so amateur bbw violently he feared she would damage amateur bbw herself, heard a scream forming behind the gag as she snorted, her breathing heavy and laboured, and he quickly applied the ice to her overheated skin, holding a cube to each nipple as best he could.
Suddenly all the violent motion stopped.
She had passed out, and he dropped the cubes, fingers deftly unbuckling the ballgag, hooking it out of her mouth, listening to her shallow breathing, and rewarded as it became deeper, more rhythmic.