Lack of sleep makes roommates grouchy

I yawned and opened my eyes. What a fucking fabulous dream, I thought, grasping for the fading details of life in Queen Hera's Harem.

I had gone to bed last night after my 12:10 masturbation, and it was 9:30 now - so I must've orgasmed four times in the night. My panties were soaked, and my sheet needed changing. Second night in a row, I thought. Gonna have to invest in more laundry!

Candy had brought me home on Friday afternoon, and I'd spent the rest of that day and all day Saturday resting at home. I wanted to be at full post-surgery strength for volleyball practice this afternoon and then, of course, for class and my work-study routine on Monday.

I checked my phone, showered, and put on some yoga pants and a t-shirt for breakfast. I came into our shared kitchen around 10:00 and saw my three roommates already sitting around the table.

"Good morning!" I called. Amanda and Candy were both sipping large mugs of coffee; Karishma had a thermos of tea. I felt fantastic, but all three of them looked tired and grouchy.

"Well aren't we chipper?" spat Karishma. Her long black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she had that I'd-fuck-you-first-thing-in-the-morning vibe in her black camisole and boy shorts.

"Were you guys out late last night?" I asked, helping myself to some coffee.

"No later than usual," said Amanda. She often partied on the weekends, but if she woke up in our apartment, that usually meant she hadn't been out too late. Sadly, her massive tits were hidden behind a plain white t-shirt, though I did admire her milky legs in her cute, pink pajama shorts.

"Listen, Stacy," Candy said. "We've got a little problem."

I finished adding milk to a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios and sat down. "What's up?" I asked. It seemed like nothing could spoil my soaring mood, and I felt ready to address any roommate conflict they could drum up.

"Your vag is out of control," Karishma blurted. "And we can't get any sleep."

I blinked in surprise, and Candy explained that every two hours, on the nose, I woke up the entire apartment with my nocturnal moaning. After two nights of not getting more than two hours of sleep in a row, my roommates were at their wits' end.

"You have to stop masturbating, honey," Amanda said. "We need sleep."

"Um, I'm not sure what to say," I replied. I had told them that a side-effect of the surgery was that I had to orgasm every two hours, but I couldn't find a way to explain how overpowering the urge to cum became. "To be honest, I'm not sure if I can stop..."

"We've gotta figure something out," Candy said. "This has really been too much."

"Well, I guess I could call Dr. Han tomorrow and ask her what she suggests," I said. "I mean, she monitored me for a couple days in the hospital and-- hey!" Karishma had grabbed my arm and had me in an iron grip. "What the fuck?" Somehow, she was now holding both my wrists with more **** than I could believe.

I tugged my arms away, and that's when I realized: Karishma wasn't holding my wrists - she had handcuffed me to the fucking chair!

"Guys, what are you doing?" I asked nervously.

"Like Candy said," Amanda softly replied. "We have to figure this out..."

My eyes darted to the kitchen clock. 10:09. Oh fuck, I thought.