You know how your body normally behaves. You find clitoral orgasms very different to penetration orgasms. They are actually more pleasurable, though they are over just as fast as they peak. But you can have them over and over again, and fairly quickly. You’ve never dared explore your limits. After four or five climaxes you’re always too exhausted to continue.
However you’re stimulated, usually you know for nearly a minute that you’re going to cum. During this time, if the stimulation stops, you can hold back your orgasm. Only during the last ten seconds or so do you pass a point of no return into a zone where you’ll climax come what may.
This is different. There’s almost no build up. One moment you’re trying to find some slack in your bonds and trying to push the gag out of your mouth. The next you’re convulsing against the ropes while liquid fire fills your belly. Your vaginal muscles cramp, clenching down on the thing inside you. You scream into the gag.
Your mind retreats to a small corner inside your head, where it can concentrate on trying to ride out the storm.
At last the contractions die down. You can feel that you’re soaked in sweat. You can feel the wetness between your legs. You can also feel the throbbing inside you and the caress of the rope against your clitoris and you know it’s only a matter of time before it happens again.
You try to look up at Debbie, seated comfortably in her chair. You can’t crane your neck far enough. You have to make eye contact. You rock your body from side to side to gain some momentum, then, with a huge effort, manage to roll onto your side facing your friend.
“Hhhh. Plmhfm lmt mm gh. Dhn't mhgm mm ghm hghnn. Plmhfm hntnm mm. Plmhfm, Hm'll dh hnnthnng. Jhft dhn't mhgm mm ghm hghnn.”
She smiles.
“Sorry, hon. You’re not making much sense. Never mind, I can infer from context. You’re frightened that the batteries will run down, right?”
“Nh nh nh. Hntnm mm. Plmhfm hntnm mm. Hhhhh”
God, rolling over has done it. Stay still. Stay still.
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