Awakenings

I guess I should call it morning, although I have no idea when the clock has started ticking, and the artificial light in the room without windows doesn’t provide any clue either. I’m not really a morning person, and I’m dying for a cup of coffee. Fat chance, of course. I don’t feel very rested at all, I regret now that I didn’t manage to reach the mattress yesterday and just slept on the hard floor. The strained position of my hands tied behind my back doesn’t help either. A throbbing muscle sore is nagging me in every place which isn’t completely stiff. All I can do to fix it is squeeze one of the plastic bottles spread around the room with my shoulder, and spray a bit of cold water into my face.

Even if my sleep wasn't very revitalizing, it was certainly long. The cold LCD numbers say 49:28. Next to it is that hateful number, 26. I’m angry with myself. I clearly overslept, I have been out for ten hours. I have almost wasted a third of my time here, and managed only a fraction of my requirement.

The video’s are already playing again - they probably never stopped. They don’t work at all - I can’t connect to them. They’re just disgusting bodies doing disgusting things. There isn’t an ounce of sexual desire in me. Last night was a more hefty sexual experience than I ever experienced before, and I feel tranquil and lazy now. My pussy doesn’t thirst, she’s just quietly glowing, cherishing all the delights of yesterday in a fond memory of endearment.

I realize that this feeling is lethal. If I don’t produce thirteen orgasms today and another thirteen tomorrow, then it is just too bad, but the flower of my youth will be squashed in an early doom. My mind must seduce my body to align to the job at hand again. My life depends on it. Somehow, somewhere, I must find the power to ride again. I curse my hands still bound behind my back, some gentle rubbing could have been the answer here.

Instead I am convicted to the array of tools and toys around me. All of them look unattractive, even absurd. Yet my situation is dire. I pull myself together and **** myself into squatting down on one of the poles, taking the dildo inside when my body descends on it. No matter how hard I try, it only evokes irritation in my pussy, and an overwhelming sensation of being completely ridiculous in my head. I rise up again from it, this is pointless. I must find some other way.