Bitch

She looked panicked for a moment as she realised this meant she would not be able to ask for permission to cum until I had extracted the remaining melon from inside her.

I removed the last melon ball from the bowl, and set about sucking another one from inside her. I was fairly sure there had been 12 balls to start with, so including the one I was currently trying to remove, there should be three left inside her. With less mush in her mouth, she could concentrate more on bearing down and helping me extract the melon, and I waited till I could feel two balls there before sucking one out and chewing as I walked round the table.

"Not long now," I whispered to her after adding to the mush in her mouth. She smiled up at me, realising I was trying to help her get through this. It wasn't that I was concerned about her discomfort at not being able to orgasm but I knew if she did cum with a mouth full of mush, it would be me who had to clean it off the floors and walls, and I would probably end up in a chastity belt for the next three months.

"Get everything that is left in the bowl into your mouth before you start, and then make sure there's nothing left in her cunt" said my mistress as I walked round the table. I picked up the bowl and tipped it into my mouth, gasping as I realised what was left was a mixture of brandy and semen. As I sealed my lips against hers, some of this mixture dribbled into her cunt and I discovered her pussy lips were just a sensitive as my lips to the effects of the alcohol.

I quickly sucked the melon ball that was near her entrance, and then together we set about trying to find the last one. My tongue was everywhere inside her as I delved into all the nooks and crannies, trying to find this last elusive ball. My mouth was crushed against her cunt, and small dribbles of alcohol were still running across her sensitive lips.

I was moving as fast as I could to find this last bit of melon before she came, but I knew she was getting very near the edge. I was getting desperate, and so was she. I could feel her muscles tensing and I knew if I touched her clit right now it would send her over the edge but I was still desperate to find that last little piece of fruit.

Suddenly, a voice from behind me. "You may swallow what is in your mouth" followed almost immediately from the opposite direction by "oh thank you Mistress! Please Master, may I cum?"

"Of course you can darling, you only had to ask."

I looked up to see Joe removing the nipple clamps, and as the blood flooded back and the pain turned to pleasure, I bit down on her clit and she erupted. Still fastened hand and foot, she could do no more than squirm and scream out her delight while juice ran down across her puckered little rosebud. I lapped this up and once again pressed my lips against hers to search for that bit of melon.

My tongue darted here and there, and each time I touched the inside of her vagina, she had another little orgasm.

After another two or three minutes of this, I heard my mistress say "Are you still looking for something down there?"

"I am sure there were 12 pieces of melon in the bowl ma'am, but I have only been able to find 11. There must still be one in there, and I thought I should try to get it out."

With a gentle laugh, she responded "Oh you silly boy. I knew you would count the melon in each bowl, so I ate one of them before you started. If you have a ball in your mouth right now, it's yours -- just chew it up and go and get my gateaux."