Make her pussy get stuck to her desk.

Why step up to it? Sally knew what she wanted to do, so why not get right to it? She wanted to use the stick’s magic on her pussy to see what it would feel like. She had a strange feeling that this thing, or whatever was controlling it, was sentient. But she decided not to care. It could judge her all it wanted; she was going to make her naughtiest fantasies happen.

The mere thought of it was making her wet beyond belief. She could make herself stuck to something by her most intimate part! She began to undress, throwing everything into the laundry hamper. She was quite done with those for the day. When she stood fully naked, she ran one hand across her vulva. Her skin felt prickly from all the stubble. She would clean herself up first.

Sally started a warm shower for herself, setting the stick down on the bathroom counter. She was somehow paranoid that if she took her eyes off it for more than a moment it might disappear, but she told herself that was silly. She hopped into the shower and treated herself. She shaved everything perfectly smooth and scrubbed every fold and orifice until there was no sweat or odor left on her body. She could barely take it! Every moment of her sensuous shower, she could only think of what she was about to do. But the teasing would only make it sweeter once it actually happened.

When she was finally done, every square inch of her skin felt soft and sensuous: wonderfully smooth to the touch and perfectly clean and delightful! She picked up the metallic stick from her bathroom counter, and goosebumps formed all across her arms. It was time!

She went into her bedroom and approached her favorite corner of her computer desk. She didn’t know why she loved doing this so much, but there was something that felt adorably innocent about how she sometimes masturbated against it. She was no stranger to getting her fingers deep inside herself or using vulgar toys. But other days, she liked to feel like a blushing, innocent maiden, and grinding against her desk made her feel that way.

But today would be different. She felt her freshly cleaned and shaven vulva once more. She had a large, meaty set of inner labia. Most of the time she was horribly embarrassed to let other people see them: new sexual partners, changing in the locker room, etc. But by herself, she absolutely loved them! There wasn’t a single thing she would have changed. They didn’t look too great, she thought, but they were unbelievably stretchy and fun to play with! Sometimes she could make herself cum just by pulling on them. It was tricky to do, but when she pulled it off, they were some of the most satisfying orgasms she ever had!

She stepped forward, bringing her lovely pussy lips barely an inch from the table. Her heart began to pound in anticipation! She clutched the aluminum rod and formed a mental image of what she wanted to happen. She pointed it at her vagina, took a deep breath, and then said the words.

“Vagina lips… stuck.”

So far, she felt nothing. She slowly lowered her pussy to the corner of her desk until her dangling outer labia gently rested against it. The contact with those sensitive folds of skin sent shivers through her body, but still nothing unusual happened.

Then, she pulled back, just an inch. Instantly, she felt a teasing, erotic tug on her skin as her labia seemed reluctant to come away from her desk.

“Whoa!” she shouted, as her heart began pounding in her chest so forcefully she could hear it.

She looked down. Past her bare breasts and stomach, she could see the pink flaps of skin stretching slightly, like a wad of freshly chewed gum stuck to the surface of her desk. She pulled back a little harder. The tugging sensation increased sharply, and the pink flaps of skin stretched longer.

“Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!” She set the stick down on her desk and used both hands to feel her labia. The ends had completely clung to the surface, but she couldn’t feel any sort of glue or any other sort of physical explanation for what was going on. Her skin simply wouldn’t come away from it.

She tested the eldritch bond, and found it quite unyielding. She slowly pulled back farther and farther. The tension on her flesh increased, until it was as much as she could bear, but her lips hadn’t even begun to peel away from the table. She gave a few quick jerks, as forceful as she dared. The sudden tugs sent jolts of sensation through her flesh that were simultaneously pleasure and pain. Nothing gave, not a single thing.

“Oh my god, I’m… I’m…” She took a deep breath and forced herself to say the horrifyingly naughty words. “I’m… stuck! My pussy lips are…”

She trailed off, blushing. ‘No, Sally,’ she commanded herself, silently. ‘Say it!’

“My pussy lips… are…” she swallowed. ‘No, go on!’

“My pussy lips are…” She swallowed again, but she continued. “... stuck to my desk!”

She nearly fainted upon mouthing those words, but it felt incredible to have formed them on her mouth while seeing it actually happening in front of her. She smiled. “My pussy lips are stuck to my desk. My pussy lips are stuck to my desk! Oh, fuck yes! MY PUSSY LIPS ARE STUCK TO MY DESK!!!” She was no longer afraid to hear herself say those words. “Stuck! Stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck, stuck! My pussy’s stuck! It’s stuck, it’s stuck, it’s stuck!”

She was grinning ear to ear now as she pulled every which way, stretching her vaginal lips to every extent she could find. It felt incredible! Her pelvis could only move so far; she was constrained by the elasticity of her flesh, and it felt so good to test those limits! What was even holding them there? Had her skin cells molecularly bonded to the table? Was there some sort of invisible force field? She didn’t know, but she also didn’t particularly care right now. The constant tugging on her sensitive lips stimulated her clit. And it didn’t just rub against the head, the tugging skin pulled at the very roots of her clit, stimulating and manipulating the entire organ. She might be able to cum just by tugging on it!

But as she undulated her hips and worked the stretchy skin, she couldn’t help but get her hands in there. She fiddled with the taut folds of skin. Up and down the length of her stretched lips she rubbed, and each time her fingers came up to her groin she pressed into the flesh and massaged her clit through the skin.

In a few minutes she took her hands away and legitimately tried to move herself away from her desk. She tried to pull back, but was restrained. She tried to turn her body and walk away from it, but the firm tugging on her vulva only pulled her crotch back toward the desk corner, refusing to let her leave. She gave a few jerks with her hips, hard enough to shake her desk slightly. To her delight, nothing gave. Each tug accomplished nothing but to give her an erotic tingle of pleasure.

Now, she took a step backwards and pulled straight back with her hips. She held the tension, gradually pulling harder and harder. She watched her lips slowly stretch farther and farther while the ends remained miraculously stuck in place. She was impressed by how far they could stretch without too much pain. She was pulling pretty hard by now. With the amount of tension on her flesh, any slight movement at all stimulated her clit and surrounding flesh. Every time her pelvic muscles contracted, it shot a pulse of pleasure up her vaginal canal and to the root of her clit, which of course made her vagina want to clench even more.

She began pulling rhythmically. Instead of rubbing against her special corner, she tugged against its eldritch grip. She began gasping with the building pleasure and the excitement of being completely stuck! Her tugs began to shake her desk again.

Suddenly, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes had been fixed on her stretching, clinging lips. She hadn’t noticed the metal cylinder rolling off the desk until it was too late. Horrified, she made a swipe for it, but she missed it by a foot. With a resonating clang, it hit the floor and rolled next to her bed, far out of reach.

“Oh… shit.”

She tugged once again, this time actually trying to pull herself free. Her labia tensed, but there was no give whatsoever. They weren’t coming off that way.

“Uh… Unstuck!” she commanded. Nothing happened. Without her physically holding the rod, it was not under her control.

She reached a foot toward it, hoping to roll it closer to her grasp, but she wasn’t even close. She looked around the room for anything within reach she might be able to use: a broomstick, maybe? The only thing in reach was a sweatshirt she had tossed on the floor earlier. She reached for it with her foot, and came within a couple of inches. She tried harder, straining her muscles. Closer… closer… As she strained, her poor labia stretched farther than she ever thought possible. Somehow, her flesh held together despite the strain, only pleasuring her more in the process.

Finally, she managed to reach it, and slid it closer to her. She scooped it up with her foot and grabbed onto the end of a sleeve. She aimed and tossed it toward the rod. The opposite sleeve hit the rod, but it only pushed it away. The rod rolled under the bed, almost out of sight… along with her hopes of freeing herself easily.

“Oh no. No, no, no. This is bad, this is really bad. What am I going to do?”

She tried moving her desk, but with all the electronics, books, and papers she had stacked on it, it wasn’t moving. Maybe she could pull herself free? She realized, grimly, that the price of freedom might be losing a little of her lovely skin. Well, she had skin to spare down there, so whatever.

She gritted her teeth and prepared to do the unthinkable. She braced her hands against the edge of her desk and pushed off, pulling back hard. Her lips stretched out several inches, like a thick, pink rubber band. She pulled harder… harder… She pulled until her hands were shaking from the effort. Her lips slowly stretched farther, another inch… then another. How had her lips not ripped in half by now? Was this part of the stick’s magic? There was pain, but nothing outside of her tolerance.

Finally, she let up, and felt her pelvis sucked back toward the desk corner by the retracting elastic tension. She gave a couple of gentle, experimental tugs. Her lips seemed to be completely unaffected by what she had just put them through: no injury or permanent changes at all!

Even stranger, she was so wet that it was leaking down to her desk. Her pussy was still pulsating with erotic sensations. Somehow, she was even hornier than before. Maybe it was because right now, she was truly stuck. The rod’s magic had been able to do incredible things to her body, but could she actually say she was stuck when she could have freed herself with a word?

“No, this wasn’t how I wanted it! Come back here, stick! Unstuck! Unstuck!”

It was hopeless! She went back to pulling in desperation. She struggled, tug after tug, yank after yank. Nothing would give, nothing would budge. She had gotten her wish. Her pussy was stuck to her desk: absolutely, hopelessly, and permanently stuck!

Though she wasn’t trying to, all the pulling and tugging continued to pleasure her, despite her terror and helplessness. After several minutes of violent struggling, the throbs of pleasure, that she had been mostly ignoring, reached a critical point. She was about to climax!

“Oh, what the fuck ever,” she signed. If she was stuck here anyway, she might as well take a moment to actually enjoy her ultimate fantasy. As the orgasmic throbs took over her body, she pulled back firmly, but playfully. She timed her pulls with her pussy’s involuntary contractions, maximizing her pleasure. Both hands found their way down to her vulva once again, as her fingers palpated the soft, smooth flesh around her clit, while she watched her pink lips stretch to extremes she never thought possible. She pulled against the impossible bond, feeling how firmly and hopelessly the bare surface of her desk gripped her sensitive flesh, refusing to let her go.

“Oh… ohh… OHHH!!!” she gasped! She reared her head back and let the orgasm overcome her. Her whole body shook. Her legs felt weak, and she struggled to keep herself upright. She shut her eyes, rested her hands on her desk for support while she pulled with her hips, and rode out the remainder of her ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck… oh wow! Wow. That was incredible!” She opened her eyes, and looked around again. She gave a small tug, and found her labia were still completely stuck. “Now what?” She give one last mighty yank, pulling with all her strength. But it amounted to nothing.

Reality hit her hard. She wasn’t going to be able to free herself alone. She was going to need to call for help. This was going to be humiliating, no two ways about it. Could she scream loud enough to let her neighbors hear?

Then she saw it: her phone sitting on her desk, just within reach. She had left it there to charge. Should she call 911? Or maybe one of her trusted friends would be less humiliating than a perfect stranger.

Trusted friends? Okay, so maybe Sally didn’t exactly have a plethora of those. She picked up her phone and scrolled through her list. One name stuck out to her: Adriana. A former lover of hers. They hadn’t exactly parted on the best of terms. Sally had usually insisted on playing dom with her, so maybe this would be Adri’s turn to be the one in charge at long last?

No, terrible idea. Assuming Adri even wanted to see her at all, she was going to eat this up and make her earn her freedom. It would have to be anyone else. But who else was there?