“Oh no! You talked me into taking it out before. Your excuse was that it made you cum so hard it would kill you. Well, you’ve cum at least twice since then and you’re not dead yet.”
“Please…”
“Now, I want you to tell me what’s happening to you and how it feels. There’s no point in yelling. I don’t know where Amy went but she’s not in the house. I’ll gag you again if I have to, but I’d rather hear you describing what’s going on.”
The vibrator has been off for a good half minute. The last time it did that it came back on at full speed and threw you straight into an orgasm for which you’d had no time to prepare yourself.
“Please Debbie. The vibe’s off. I’m scared of it coming back on strong. It’ll make me cum. Please don’t let it make me cum.”
“Why are you so scared of cumming?”
“I’m not ready. Please, it’s scary if I’m not ready.”
Forty seconds now.
“Then maybe you’d better make yourself ready. Instead of trying to keep still why don’t you use your wrists to pull at the crotchrope? Make yourself wet.”
I am wet, you stupid bitch. Can’t you understand that what I’m scared of is losing control?
“I don’t want to cum! Please, I don’t want to cum!”
“Aaaarghhh… Urghhh….”
The vibe starts up, but it’s on medium speed, not top. After the initial shock you find yourself clinging on to the top of the slope that leads down to the cliff edge.
“Tell me what’s happening!”
“Ahh… Ahhh. Vibe’s on. Not strongest. Grohhh… Please… Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh..”
“Are you going to cum?”
“Ohh.. No.. No.. Can hold it.. Ohhh…”
Hold it. Hold it. Try to focus on something else. Don’t twist your wrists, that’ll move the crotchrope. Don’t move your legs, that’ll pull on your wrists. It’ll turn off in a minute. Talk to Debbie…
“N-not so bad now. Ahh..”
Debbie has her phone out, filming you.
“No. Debbie, please don’t. Don’t…”
Then the vibe kicks up to maximum power.
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