Shuddering at her words, Jen breathes out her reply: "Ohhhhhh.....too long, Mistress. It's been so long I can barely remember!"

"Now, now, you know that I like precise answers. Vagueness irritates me, and I get the impression you don't wish to irritate me tonight." To further accent her point, Anna grips Jen's hair at the base of her skull and gives a firm tug. In case this act weren't enough, Anna is now looking deeply into Jen's eyes with a glint that does not need to be described, especially when paired with the frightening half smile threatening to take over her face.

Knowing better than to dither or refuse such a menacing look--not that she has any desire to do so, mind you--Jen rapidly replies, the words tumbling over one another. "No, no, please Mistress, I'm sorry! It's been just over 3 months."

Lightening her grip as she speaks, Anna smiles more softly. "Yes, Jen, my dear, it has. In fact, today marks your 100th day without the blissful release of orgasm. I'm very proud of you for making it this far." Almost absentmindedly, Anna begins tracing faint lines down Jen's body with the tips of her fingernails. There's no clear pattern, but it seems that every inch of her flesh is highly sensitized by now. Whether this is due to the 100-day fast, Anna's teasing fingers, or the rush of submissive feelings pouring through Jen's body is something no one could know.

"Thank you, I want to please you Mistress, but I really do want to cum!"

"I'm sure you do. That is, in fact, the point. If you didn't want it so badly, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun tormenting you." Anna reveals another smile in her arsenal: this one is much more playful. Not in the sense of lighthearted enjoyment, but rather like that of a predator knowing its prey is firmly in its grasp, and thus the victor may act at its leisure. Suddenly, it is as if the two lovers have undergone a subtle--but very real--transformation. No longer even pretending to be on equal footing, Anna begins verbally and mentally stalking Jen like a small animal in a jungle cat's path.

Jen has enough experience with Anna to know that, while she is more than capable of throwing around subtle cues to get in Jen's head, it is never wise to doubt her intents when she shows such enjoyment in the hunt. It is very clear to both of them that Jen is in for a memorable night. Surrendering to the scene, Jen replies, "I'm glad my suffering pleases you Mistress, but I honestly don't know how much more of this I can handle."

The jungle cat bats at her captive audience. "Oh, what do you mean?"

The poor, cornered morsel cowers, yet feels an incredibly heightened sense of being alive. It's as if she sees no option but to enjoy as much as she can of the situation. She does not have to work very hard to do so, however, as she could not wish for a better captor. "I'm sorry Mistress, but if you tease me anymore, I don't know if I can resist, it's so hard and I want it so badly."

Inching closer, driving her victim into a corner. "Now, this is a problem. What if I want to tease you and don't want you to cum? It seems you're denying me an option I might enjoy." Anna's fingers are becoming more focused on Jen's specific erogenous zones. Not the standard ones yet, but those peculiar to her partner--the spot on her neck just below her ear, her inner arms, all the secret places that are unexpectedly pleasurable to her frightened and willing victim.

Backing up as necessary, she cannot help but draw out the encounter. Even if her mind wished to do so, her body would compel her further under such a carefully planned assault on her senses. Untrained observers would consider her next response to be tempting fate, but it is in fact a true acknowledgment of and surrender to the dominance of the predator. "I'm sorry Mistress, it's beyond my control, I can only take so much!"

The first glint of teeth and claws is quick to follow such a gesture of impending defeat. Subtly focused stimulation has quickly transitioned into caresses on tender breasts, thighs, and pussy. "Not to worry, I think I have a solution. Spread yourself out on the bed so I can secure you."

Closing her eyes in total surrender as her body moves of its own volition, mouse-Jen simply says, "Yes Mistress."

With her eyes clamped so tightly, Jen never sees the blissful, victorious look take hold of Anna's beautiful face. All she hears are the words "Good girl" as Anna ties her spread eagle to the posts of their bed. Before attempting to open her eyes, Jen feels the all-consuming blindfold pulled over them. Quickly following the blindfold are earplugs, then large headphones filled with the loud, yet obviously muted, sounds of Mozart.

Anna takes a moment to revel in the knowledge of what's to come. She has been planning this day for some time; this is one of the joys of a true predator having a partner who gives implicit consent and has shared some rather extreme fantasies.

Fighting the temptation to get herself off immediately while imagining what's to come and watching Jen sweat and wonder, Anna begins her work. Knowing how worked up Jen is after all this time and the dance they have been navigating, Anna slides between Jen's legs and parts her needy flesh with her firm, moist tongue.

After her tongue easily searches out Jen's remarkable clit, swollen beyond belief after her trials, Anna grabs the tools she's acquired for this special occasion. To the limit of her bonds, Jen thrusts her hips into Anna's mouth. Whether unable or unwilling to form true words, one will never know, a steady stream of moans and half-pleas pour out of Jen's mouth.

Anna continues her work, her toying now focused on Jen's tender clit. All the while, she watches for the telltale signs of impending orgasm. The orgasm that Jen has waited all this time for, the orgasm that will leave her seeing stars and floating towards them for hours.

A slight twitch of Jen's abdomen causes Anna to suddenly speed up her assault, quickly leading to Jen futilely attempting to arch her hips and close her legs. Jen's mouth opens wide to scream out her pleasure, when her world explodes.

Instead of giving Jen that final lick, Anna quickly grabs her throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger and slices it off with the scalpel she'd hidden nearby in preparation. Jen's scream changes abruptly to an agonizing pitch; instead of months worth of delayed pleasure, she's suddenly experiencing pain beyond imagining.

At the very same moment, however, she can imagine it. She knows what Anna has done, as she now knows she inevitably would from the day Jen shared her favorite stories. Jen does not need to see or hear anything to know that Anna has cut her clit clean off her body.

Giving in to temptation at last, Anna lowers herself onto Jen's still-sobbing face. She pulls off the headphones and removes the ear plugs. Lastly, slipping off the blindfold, she looks into Jen's face, and the understanding crackling between them could start a fire. Though she has barely begun to understand her loss, let alone accept it with no warning, Jen dutifully gives Anna the best head she's ever received. Though normally one to close her eyes and lose herself in cumming, this time, Anna keeps her eyes fixed on Jen's throughout her massive orgasm.

As the waves begin to subside, all she says is, "Jealous?"