“OK, next!”
You swing your eyes to Debbie. She’s holding the vibrator. Smiling, she moves into a position from which she can both hold the plug in your ass while getting a good view of your crotch.
“I don’t think I’m going to need the lube for this. Do you know that your lips are all puffy, and your clitoris is poking out from between them? And you’re soaking wet!”
You burn with shame. You know that pleading will do no good, but you do it anyway.
“Don’t. Don’t put that in me. Not with the plug in as well. It’ll hurt. Please let me go…”
“I don’t think it’ll hurt. At any rate, it won’t hurt me! Now to turn it on you presumably press this…”
A soft buzzing fills the room.
“Hey, that’s strong! Imagine having that in your pussy. Oh, wait – you won’t have to imagine it for long. And this button must set the program…”
The buzzing becomes intermittent, changing in strength randomly, and occasionally stopping altogether. You’ve never been able to use it on this setting. Your body can’t adjust to the constantly-changing stimulation and every time a new program segment kicks in it’s like being fucked anew.
“Don’t, please. It’ll make me cum. Please stop..”
“Getting you to cum is the whole point. I want to see how much you get out of sex while you’re tied up, then I’ll have a better idea of what to do next time I’m with Karl.”
She pushes the vibrator into your still-wet vagina. Immediately the throbbing seems to take over your entire pelvis. The noise you make is halfway between a sob and a moan.
Debbie’s busy. She picks up the free end of the rope belt with one hand and gently spreads your labia with the fingers of the other. She pulls the rope into your crotch. It’s buried deep in your crack, crushing your clitoris against your pubic bone. This time there’s no leotard to protect the most sensitive parts of your body. The vibrator and the butt plug are **** deep inside you.
She takes her hand off your crotch and slides it behind your back. You feel her pass the crotchrope over your wrist bonds and pull downward sharply. Your wrists feel as though they’re welded to your butt. Any movement of them simply tightens the rope.
“Ohhh… Oh God… Take it out… Please… Pleasepleasepleaseplease…”
She’s not listening. She unties your drawn-up knees. You have no thought of kicking, or trying to run – you have other things on your mind.
She ties your knees together. She ties your ankles. She flips you over onto your stomach and ties your ankles to your wrists. Then she steps back to admire her work.
“There! How does that feel?”
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