Pure, torturous bliss

Eight minutes. She knows that's about how much time there was before the cords would vanish on their own and she'd be free, but after the third or fourth orgasm and the clock still showed 6 minutes and change, Bri knew it was going to feel much, much longer.

Already her whole body was slick with a thin layer of sweat. Struggling against magical bonds, writhing involuntarily on her bed, and quaking almost nonstop from one powerful orgasm after the other was turning out to be a whole lot of fucking exercise.

She groaned helplessly into her large phallic gag, knowing there was no way anyone would overhear. She could maybe roll onto the floor to try to get her mother's attention, but then what if she actually came to check? No way in hell is that something Bri wants to deal with. Better to just endure the sex trap of her own creation.

The phone shows a large 8 in the middle of the screen, indicating that the vibrator has already doubled the intensity from where she'd cranked it up at the beginning. It's almost too much to bear. The sheer intensity of the sensation against her engorged flesh is enough to push most thoughts from the girl's head. She has enough to occupy her entire mind just focusing on breathing as one orgasm finally fades and the vibrator continues to buzz away at her too-tender nerves. The only relief she has from the sharp sensation of the vibrator's **** is the next orgasm that temporarily mutes all sensation other than blinding pleasure but the vibrator is still right there as her senses creep back in, cruelly extending the peak of each climax far longer than is actually pleasant, reducing her to a twitching, gasping mess of over-stimulated flesh.

After some time, she loses track of her phone and anything in the room for that matter. Her vision may have gone, there, for a bit. She's not sure. She remembers the orgasms, but has no idea how many there ended up actually being by the time her whole body just released as her bonds and gag all cease to be, one after the other.

She gulps down huge mouthfuls of air as she claws the still-buzzing thing away from her body, flinging it weakly to the far side of the bed where it continues to buzz ominously. Bri lets her arms and legs spread out over her bed and stares at the ceiling, finally feeling like she can start to calm down after that ordeal. Now, having made it out of the little trap, the memory turned pleasant very quickly. She smiled, then laughed, still gradually regaining her breath. "Holy fucking shit."

She felt amazing. In hindsight, feeling trapped had probably caused her to panic and suffer more than she really needed to. It wasn't all that bad. In fact, she's already sure she will do that exact thing again sometime, after she's had plenty of time to rest her poor pussy.

The vibrator finally stops, the timer finally arriving at zero. That little devil. Who in their right mind designed it to be that powerful?? She grins conspiratorially, knowing whoever it was is probably a freak like her. It's hardly fair for her to judge, anyway. She literally used magic to bind herself for fun while wearing it.

After several minutes to rest and enjoy the pleasant, endorphine-filled afterparty her nervous system was throwing, Bri carefully sits up to set her room back in order before her mom does finally come to check on her. She hums happily as she lights a scented candle, pulls on her clothes, and hides all evidence of her little adventure.

As she's finishing up, however, she notices something amiss. Something... unexpected.