And sets about breaking you

You're tied up, arms stretched up and away, legs **** spread, your toes only just able to brush the floor from where you are suspended in the air, and your tails bundled together and pulled up towards the ceiling. The only clothes on your body is your collar; your kimono was stripped from you when you were first brought to this room. Your nude body is left exposed in the slightly drafty room, your nipples hard from the chill.

Clamps have been placed upon your nipples, pinching tightly and painfully - but also vibrating pleasurably. A similar clamp has been placed on your erect clit. You also have vibrating dildo buried in your ass and you have several egg vibrators in your pussy. The vibrations are driving you further and further, closer and closer to an orgasm - and then they cut off, so you can only moan and pant in **** pleasure through your ring gag.

There's no measurement of time in this room. The closest you have to a measurement of time is when your Lord enters to see to your feeding and cleaning, and while he does it often enough that it won't cause you problems he also randomizes when he does it so you can't use that to accurately gauge time. It means the only thing you've been able to focus on is the pleasure, the delirious edging that you've been balanced on. More and more the world has been descending into a haze, your thoughts only really able to focus on the pleasure in your body, your tits, your pussy, your ass.

And you love it.

The door opens somewhere behind you, and footsteps click across the floor. Your Lord enters your vision, and your gaze snaps to him. For a while he only watches you, taking in your debased state. You strain against your restraints, not to escape but to better present your body to him for his viewing pleasure. Your chest heaves as you wriggle and writhe in your bondage.

Eventually your Lord reaches out to your bindings. The ring gage slides out of your mouth, and you bring your lips together - a trail of drool still running down your chin. Your tails come free, and then your left hand - but you keep them in place, still. Then your right hand is freed and you come unbalanced, falling forwards - and your Lord catches you. You can glimpse a smirk on his face, as he lowers you to the floor. You rest on your hands as he moves to undo the bindings around your ankles, leaving you to rest on your hands and knees.

You look up at your Lord from your position on the floor, and he gestures towards a pair of bowls resting to the side of the room. Your food and water for this visit. You obediently crawl over to the bowls, then begin eating out of them, without your hands like the animal you are. The whole time the vibrators in and on your body buzz away, keeping you right on the brink - just as you have been kept for who knows how long now.

You finish your meal - dry food and water, so your face doesn't get messy. Then you turn to face your Lord again and bring yourself to a kneeling position, legs spread to show him your wet, bare pussy again. Ordinarily he would now have you return to your bindings, truss you up and leave you again. Today, though, he looks at you a while, watching as you drip on the floor, listening to the buzz of the vibrators and your lustful pants. He reaches into his pocket and produces a remote. He holds it there for a while, just long enough for your lust-filled mind to understand what you're seeing and your eyes to widen. Then he pushes you vibrators to the maximum.