She struggled against the bonds that held her head and torso in 
place, legs flailing in the air.  She hated this.  She had to 
consciously make an effort to leave her legs wide open, exposing her 
most vulnerable parts, and the places that barely mattered were locked
into position.  It felt... wrong.

He moved around her with a subtle precision, knowing exactly where to 
stand so that she would only have a partial glimpse of him, and no 
line of sight to his hands.  She couldn't predict what they held or 
where they would go.  And when he was at the foot of the bed... well, 
she could make no guesses there either.  

Occasionally a stern reproach was given with the one word... "Open".  
That's all that would be said, and said only once if she didn't want 
a hard smack across her chest or abdomen with their flogger.  The 
first time she had failed to act with the utmost haste, she found 
that the ends of the flogger had been tied into little knots -- a new 
addition to one of her least favorite toys.  In her mind she was glad 
that the paddle could not be modified for such surprises.

The sharp pinpoints of the wheel softly moved up her inner thigh, 
causing her muscles to tense.  There was no pain; the touch of the 
wheel was much too light for that.  Instead it caused a ticklish 
sensation, which was causing her to jump and writhe.  What the hell 
was he using on her? she wondered, the ball gag keeping any and all 
words from flowing out of her mouth.  I think I would have known if 
we had bought one of those metal wheel thingies, her mind continued, 
before being suddenly brought back to her current reality by a
harsh hand smack to her left breast.

Her eyes opened wide, trying to convey shock and surprise and apology 
all at once.  "You must be present, baby... no drifting off," he told 
her, in the sweet tone that only he could manage while inflicting
pain onto her skin.  The wheel was being pushed down deeper into her 
skin, and she was sure the skin was breaking.  Tears welled in her 
eyes as she tried to figure out how long this new torture would 
last.  With a muffled moan, she attempted to express her reluctance 
to continue with this form of touch to her skin.  "Is that too much, 
my love?  You need only ring the bell," he told her, reminding her of 
the safety net that was in her right hand.  She wasn't ready to end 
it yet.  Every time a new form of torture had been given to her, a 
mountain of pleasure was there to follow it as well.

The sharp points grazed her labia and immediately her knees shot 
together, locking his hand between her thighs.  "Amusing... OPEN!" he 
thundered, and she shuddered for a moment before deciding to obey his
command.  When his hand was released, he dug the wheel into her, 
across her clitoris and over her mound.  By now the tears were 
flowing freely and she sniveled a bit beneath the gag.  He continued 
his punishment of her genitalia in this fashion for some amount of 
time, soothing her with his voice while racking her body with intense 
pain at the same time.  She lost all rational thought and become the 
cliched bundle of nerves.  Her ears tuning into his voice were the 
only thing that kept her sane, as far as she was concerned.

Before she was really aware of it, the wheel was no longer on her and 
his smooth shaft was pounding into her with ferocious need.  Again 
she heard the words from his lips "Open," and there was a moment of
confusion before she realized that her eyes had been shut tight.  She 
opened her eyes to look into his as he raised a hand towards her 
chest.  There again was the wheel that she had been trembling from 
for so long.  Her tracing wheel, used for sewing, glinted before her 
in the light and her mind was amused that such a domestic item was 
being used for such debauchery.  

As they climbed towards a release together, the wheel drew lines 
across her torso, leaving red dotted lines in its wake.  When the 
pinpoints were at their fiercest, she let out a muffled shriek of 
pleasure and pain.  A grunt was released from his lips as he
spilled into her.  Stopping the rhythm, he paused to lick the wounds 
on her chest as some motions had actually broken the skin here.  He 
lapped at them as he untied her head and hands.  

"That sewing kit you have downstairs... there's some very interesting 
toys in there," he told her, as he smiled and laid down next to her.  
She laughed to herself and curled into him, content to always be his.