Just lay there. You have .

You lay back and continue to feel the intense pleasure of the large sex toy sliding deep between your legs. It vibrates in just the perfect way, and seems to know exactly what you want and gives it to you. Well, everything but release--the most important thing right now. Where did Alison get this?! Again, it brings you closer, and closer, and closer... and it stops.

You flail your bound arms but to no avail. They're completely attached to the top of the bed. You squirm your legs as much as you can within the binding device, but all it does is remind you just how trapped you are. You can't even tell by this position how this machine is set up exactly. All you can do is lay back and feel the intense pleasure build, and the orgasms continue to be stolen from you.

Hours pass. At least, you think they do. Everything becomes blurry. On the bright side, the thrusting doesn't hurt. It actually slows down a bit. On the down side, it actually teases you more because of this. The sensual movements bring you to tears, knowing full well you'll never get to cum. It's almost like the device is learning your patterns. It's detecting the contractions of your muscles. It has to be.

You look over at her alarm clock to see that it's actually been three hours. Three hours of intense tease and denial. You're covered in sweat and probably tears. Right now, you'd do anything for an orgasm, or at least this machine to stop.

That's when you hear a door unlock. She's home! She's finally home!