She was spread out on the bed, legs wide, which is the way I like her. I was comfy with my head between her thighs and one arm around her hip, lapping at her soft folds. Call me vanilla, but sometimes I just like to spend some quality time with a tasty cunt. Some me-time, where I can forget about distractions and just enjoy the pleasure of flesh. The way it slips and slides under my tongue, the warmth and slickness, the tempting softness against my teeth. Today there was a distraction, though. When my tongue traced its way up her slit and under the hood and bathed her clit, she made an ‘eep’ noise and scooted her hips up a bit. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I don’t know… it’s just super sensitive today.” “Oh good!” I said, and jumped up to go to the bathroom and fetch the finest invention in handheld technology known to man, the Braun Oral-B Deep Sweep 5000 Clittybrush. It even comes with multiple detachable heads, so you can have one for each clit you own, safe sex is important. I found the one with her initial written on the side. (There are so many more uses for marker pens than just writing on girls, you’d be amazed.) When I came back, she had clenched her thighs together, with her hands cupped protectively over her vulva between them. I shook my head. She knew better than that. I unceremoniously grabbed one of her ankles and dragged it to the side of the bed and clipped it there. (She always wears wrist and ankle cuffs around the house, it’s very convenient.) Then I did the same with her other ankle. I didn’t need much strength; she knew what was up. Her resistance was mostly symbolic, to show me just how much she dreaded what would come next. I appreciated the gesture. I sat on the bed between her spread legs, holding the brush. Her hands were still there. I pointedly looked at her hands, then at her face. “Move them,” I said. She did; she shakily pulled them up and crossed them over the top of her tummy. She didn’t look very confident about it, though. I decided to give her something to do. “Pull your cunt up. Show me the clitty.” She reached down and placed her fingers firmly on her mound, just above the cunt lips, then pulled up toward her belly. The effect was striking. It pulled her inner lips out prominently and pulled up the clit hood, leaving the sensitive little nub exposed and vulnerable. She’s had a lot of practice at this pose. I turned on the clitty brush. Its buzzing noise—almost a screeching, it’s that fast—filled the room. I used my other hand to stroke her inner lips, then rub around her hole to check how wet she was. Wow. No need to take it easy on her, I guess. I spread her slit a bit, then brought the head of the brush down to collect some of her juices. Whoever made girls self-lubricating deserves an award. With the now-glistening brush in hand, I turned it on “high”. Her clit being far more sensitive than usual, I wanted to make the most of it. I gently lowered the brush head until it was hovering just a hairs-breadth above that swollen little nugget. She mewled and shifted her hips, instinctively moving her clit away from that menacing brush. I followed her every move, though, staying just above the target no matter where she went. Her range of movement was pretty limited by having her ankles tied down and having to keep her hands steady (good girl). Normally I would have punished her for such avoidance, but I was having a lot of fun with the chase and besides, what could I do that would be worse than what I was planning already? (The sadist’s lament) After a few minutes I got tired of that game, though, and I firmly pressed the brush down. The effect was amazing! She screeched and bucked and tossed her head side to side, her mind in instant overload. Her hands flew out to her sides to grab the bed, losing the grip on her cunt, but I had the brush firmly in place and managed to follow her wild gyrations. This brush is excellent, by the way. Its 3-D action oscillates, rotates and pulsates, and I’m sure she felt every bit of it. There followed a slightly calmer time when she was just trembling and gasping and writhing. Whenever she seemed to get too used to the sensations I moved the brush a bit, figuring that the spot I was brushing was probably getting a bit numb. By the time I was making slow circles around the shaft of her clit she had gotten enough breath back to start begging for mercy, which is always nice. Another nice feature of this brush is that it gives a warning pulse at the two minute mark. Since I usually wait for those before stopping, the pulse is exciting for her: she knows that either I’ll stop, or she’s in for another two minutes of total clit overload. Quite often, even if I was thinking of stopping, the thought of her despair when the pulse ends and the torture continues inspires me to go another round. This time, perhaps because she’d been so sensitive to start with, we went eight rounds of super mechanized fun. Three more than our previous longest! The girl lay exhausted, drenched in sweat, her voice hoarse from screaming and begging. Her legs were trembling and I could see her cunt still twitching wetly with aftershocks. I’m sure her clit felt like fireworks, all sparkly and numb and buzzed out. I took out a condom and rolled it down. What better than a long, slow fuck to celebrate?