To long for Sarah

Sarah shook and shuddered in pleasure as another orgasm was denied. It had been over an hour now. She was still tied up and on her knees. But now sweat soaked through her white bra and shirt, making her rigid nipples visible through both. The tape while damp never slipped from her face and kept her mouth tightly shut as she moaned. Once again her bra began kneading her slightly sore tits and the vibrator buzzed through her pants to her clit. Everything was so sensitive it almost hurt. On and on it went bringing her right to the edge. Tears formed in her eyes as she became overwelmed and just as she finally it the point of no return the vibrator turned up one last notch and blasted her with everything it had while her bra pinched her nippled and firmly gripped her tits. Plasure blast through her and she nearly screamed. Moaning loudly into the crotch of the catsuit it squeezed it's thighs a little tighter before relenting. Sarah continued to wimper and moan in the pleasure high. It was the most intense experience she'd ever had. The rope around her body loosened and allowed her to slump forward. Exhaustion began to take the girl and darkness crept into her vision. Slowly she passed out on the floor.

While Sarah slept on the floor the catsuit looked down at her. A hand raised up to where a chin would be if it were being worn, it looked to be considering something. The dove made itself known and flew to the neckline of the catsuit. The catsuit gestured towards the asleep girl with an open hand, like it was saying "look at this." The dove looked down and seemed to ponder for a moment before seemingly coming to a decision. A pen and paper flew over between the pair and began writing.

Sarah slowly woke up. Her bonds were gone but she was still clothed. She sat herself up and looked around, the previous hour's game not at all lost on her. The catsuit was sat on the sofa with crossed legs. Sarah stood up slowly, testing to see what her outfit would allow her to do. Standing for a moment she approached the latex suit from behind, being cautious of every movement. The catsuit beckoned her to come closer with it's hand as it stood up and faced her. She slowly walked around the couch until she stood in front of the suit. Unnoticed by Sarah was the same pen and paper from earlier. They rose into the air and hovered between the two parties. Sarah looked at it quizzically for a moment, before looking back to the suit and asking "What do you want?" As soon as the words left her lips the pen began scribbling across the page. After a moment the pen stopped and the paper turned around. "Pleasure" was all that was written. "Pleasure? For whom? Because it seems I'm the only one receiving pleasure here." She replied with snark. The paper turned around again and after a moment of writing it revealed a new message. "Your pleasure is our goal. The way it is achieved is irrelevant." Sarah was slightly perturbed by the response. "I would beg to differ, how can there be pleasure if I don't want it?" "You have orgasmed from everything we've done to you. If you didn't like it you wouldn't cum." Sarah had to think for a moment. It was true, cumming is hard to do if you don't like what's happening. "But there is a time and a place! Neither of which you have managed to respect." "That is irrelevant when there is pleasure to be had." This thing was infuriating. There was no way she could negotiate with it like this! Frustrated she began to walk away when her outfit snapped her to attention.

Sarah was completely immobile. Her jeans **** her to walk back to the catsuit and stand in front of it. the suit flicked it's index finger up and her shirt arched her back to present her tits. Even though Sarah knew she was helpless she tried her best to fight the living outfit. The paper flew in front of her again, this time reading "You are our pleasure conduit. It is useless to resist." Her jeans suddenly dropped to the floor and her shirt flew off her body. Sarah was lifted by her remaining clothes and the jeans removed themselves. Her bra and panties shifted from white to black and fishnet stockings flew up her legs and clipped to the panties. Sarah tried kicking her legs in her moment of freedom to no avail. When she was set back on the ground her lingerie forcer her to kneel before the catsuit submissively. The paper appeared in front of her one more time reading. "Your resistant will be punished. You will kneel there for and twenty minutes and touch yourself. Or we will do it for you." The catsuit turned on it's heel and stalked away like it was annoyed by her resistant. Sarah was raised from kneeling on her butt to just her knees. She inspected her lingerie for a moment.

That moment was to long for it's liking and her bra squeezed her tits in as a warning. Taking the hint she brought her hands to her tits and lifted them before gliding her hands over her body. She allowed one hand to gently rub her clit under her panties and she groped herself through her bra.

After the twenty minutes passed A very annoyed Sarah was allowed to stand. She went to her closet to get some clothes on but the door refused to open. She tried her dresser drawers as well but they also refused to budge. It seemed this would be her outfit for the day whether or not she liked it. Her stomach grumbled and Sarah realized she hadn't eaten since the day before. Starving for a good meal she decided to deal with the clothes later and just make some food. She hoped that might bring a mild sense of normalcy.