Nothing comes easy for Velma

For the next minute she hung there, trying to recompose herself and get back some control over her breathing. She was guessing her tormentor was also busy pleasuring the self to her dirty act and was likely recovering from a similar comedown. Why else would they wait so long to move the lift?

She was starting to cool down and the all-too familiar budding sense of fear was just beginning to grow when a piece of the lift's framework slit back. Her head snapped in its direction and she saw a small control block with two buttons, one was green and said HOLD next to it, the other was red and and PRESS. Both had an upwards arrow on them. The repetitive directions baffled her and Velma was mildly frustrated that the answer wasn't more straightforward. Still, she had her way out, or at least up and figured she would be released once she got back to the ground floor. Was it too much to have that tiny shred of faith that she wasn't just going to fall into another degrading debacle? She also supposed that she would have to tolerate the drenched dildo in her pussy until she made it out of here. A small and relatively minor price to pay, given what she had already been subjected to, Hell, she was actually getting used to its presence and could move around without it feeling like the world's worst rendition of Operation. Velma knew she had to push a button, but which one? And could it really matter between the two? It's just a lift right? What could possibly go wrong?