Adventures in Dominiqueland, Part 2–Making Morai Talk

As you will recall, last week our hero (villain?) James was about to begin his interrogation of the lovely Morai.

Prior to James’s arrival, I laid out a varied assortment of persuasional devices that I thought might come in handy. Taking less than two blinks of an eye, James snatched up the Uber Vibe, a vibrating personal massager known to cure anyone of inorgasmia.

James straddled the bound and squirming Morai.

“Tell me what we want to know or you’ll suffer the horrors of unstoppable orgasms.” James pulled the gag from Morai’s mouth. “Are you going to talk?”

“No. Please. I can’t tell you. But, please, anything but the Uber Vibe. I can’t stand multiple orgasms!”

“Too bad. You had your chance to do this the easy way.”

James reached back and yanked down Morai’s pretty pink panties, revealing an even prettier, pinker (and rather moist) pussy.

“PREPARE TO COME!”

James wedged the vibrator between Morai’s legs and placed the buzzing head on her glistening pearl. Within seconds Morai was writhing in pleasured agony, moaning uncontrollably, and begging for mercy.

“Not until you tell us what we want to know. Mistress, do you think flogging this fine, bare ass would be added incentive for Morai to start talking?”

“I’m way ahead of you, James.”

I had already chosen my softest flogger–the one that starts out feeling like a nice massage and builds into a stinging burn from fiery fingers. I stood at the end of the bed, where I had the clearest shot at Morai’s bountiful booty, and James freed Morai’s feet from her hands. He used his own body to keep Morai’s body in place, the vibrator still buzzing away in muffled glory against Morai’s magnificent muff. I went to work on her behind.

It took some serious butt-whipping and more orgasms than we had fingers and toes to count on, but Morai finally told us what we wanted to hear.

Once she was freed and her body was functioning again beyond a gelatinous state, Morai took the Uber Vibe from James, I slapped the flogger menacingly against my thigh, and we both said to him, “Ok, James. Tell us what we want to hear.”