When I came to, John kissed the tip of my nose. I was back in the warmth of the bed, John’s arms holding me safe.

“I think we can safely say that worked. So were the orgasms mind-blowing?” he asked tenderly.

“I’ve never experienced that.”

“Excellent. I loved watching you. It was amazing. I almost came when you screamed. Next time we’ll take it up further, there are still four more settings to go.”

If we hadn’t been in the dungeon, I thought I would have thumped him. I guessed John saw it in my face because he just laughed and kissed me.

“Don’t worry, I won’t use it every time.”

Oh, thank goodness for small mercies. I doubted my body could get used to passing out each time I had an orgasm. Besides, I liked the things we did in here and didn’t want to always miss out because my climax had taken me into orbit. Mind you, those orgasms were something to write about.

When we first started playing in here, I was upset that sometimes John didn’t have a climax, but he told me that merely watching mine and watching me obey him, watching me writhe and scream gave him such a high. It was his own sort of Dom-space and he said an orgasm wasn’t necessary, but I was glad I’d been able to suck him off tonight.