Debbie watches

“Oh God.. Oh God.. Help.. Help me… Please..”

You know your body. At the moment you feel as though you’re poised at the top of a slippery slope that leads down to a cliff edge. Usually you welcome the slide down to the edge, because once you’ve flown off it, you can regain control of yourself.

That’s not going to happen if you cum now. If you cum now then the vibrator will keep going and the rope will keep rubbing you. What will happen then? You don’t want to find out. You don’t want to be trapped in an out-of-control body.

Fight it. Fight it. But the rhythm of the throbbing inside you changes, intensifying, decreasing, speeding up and slowing down. With every change you flinch, and the least movement is transmitted to the crotchrope.

“Ohhh… Ohhh.. Debbie, please… I can’t… I can’t stand it… It’s going to make me cum. Please don’t let me cum. Let me rest. Take it out. Please take it out.”

You turn your head to look at her. Even that slight movement causes your body to twist slightly and another jolt to surge through you.

She smiles, her eyes shining.

“You look as though you’re having a good time! Tell me what you’re feeling.”

“Urghhh.. It’s going to make me cum. I don’t want to cum. Please don’t make me..”

“Why don’t you want to cum?”

You can’t articulate it. Your mind is fogged by the feelings from between your legs and inside your belly. You know that you don’t want to lose control with no certainty of getting it back. You know that you don’t want your best friend to see you moaning and writhing in orgasm. You know that you don’t want this secret part of yourself, of which you’re ashamed, to become public knowledge. But the only sounds you can make are increasingly animalistic grunts and moans as you cling desperately to the top of the slope.

“No.. God.. Please.. Ohh.. Don’t… Urghh… Urghh… I can’t.. Please.. Please…”

Then the vibrator switches off. Thank you, God! Maybe it’s broken. Maybe some of your juices have found a way into it and created a short. Maybe the batteries have lost contact. You relax for the first time in ten minutes. You’re back in control. Just stay absolutely still.

Or maybe it’s just that damn program with a built-in delay.

It kicks back into life and you scream. You’re sliding down the slope and you know that nothing can stop you flying off the cliff.

“Ohh.. Ohhh.. I’m cumming.. I’M CUMMING…”

The orgasm hits you like a truck, your bound limbs convulsing against the ropes, your pelvic muscles clamping down on the thing inside you while heat consumes the centre of your body. You ride wave after wave of the most intense climax you’ve ever had.

“Nnnnngggggggg……..”

You moan as you exhale, only to find that you have no control over your diaphragm or your chest muscles to breathe in again. You continue to orgasm in silence as your vision fades to grey and a roaring sounds in your ears.

Perhaps you’ll die like this.

You don’t know how long it takes, but your chest heaves. Air returns to your starving lungs. You can feel the ropes that bind you and the toys inside you.

The orgasm was worse [better?] that the one you had after making it into your room. But you don’t feel like you did then. You feel – tingly. Oh God, that vibrator. You haven’t come down properly from your climax. Falling off the cliff has just returned you to the top of the slope.

It might happen again.

Debbie’s voice…

“Wow, that was spectacular! What did it feel like? How do you feel now? C’mon – I really need to know.”

“D-Debbie. I’ll tell you. But please take it out. You don’t have to untie me, but please take the vibrator out. I can’t stand another one like that. I’ll tell you, but you have to take it out.”