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FUCK, this can't be real. I must be dreaming. I squinted my eyes and opened them again, but unfortunately, nothing changed. Loona was still standing in the half-open door to my room. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, with a strand escaping and falling onto her face. Her piercing green eyes were fixed on me. Her face showed surprise and amusement. I must have presented quite the sight. I wished I could just sink into my bed.

She said something, but the ringing in my ears had grown so loud that I couldn't make out her words. I was in shock. My heart sank deep into my stomach, and my penis started throbbing. She took a step over the threshold into my room. Her gaze roamed through my room, over the desk, the two large windows facing the street covered with white curtains, the couch in front of the windows, the television, my PlayStation, and then back to me and my bed before stopping at the open suitcase protruding halfway from under my bed. Loona now stepped up to the side of my bed and scrutinized me from head to toe. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her face. She started smiling and bit her lower lip slightly. Her mouth opened, and she began forming words while brushing the strand away from her face with her right hand. None of her words reached me. My ears were filled with the sound of my own blood rushing, and the ringing was so loud it was almost painful. Her eyes met mine, and they sparkled. My penis began to twitch, and I uncontrollably ejaculated onto my chest, with a splash even landing on my face. Loona stepped back, her eyes gleaming.

"John, you really needed this," she laughed. Her voice barely reached me, as if she were speaking through a thick pillow. The plug in my rear was still working, and the vibrating penis ring prevented the blood from returning to my body, so it still throbbed. The ringing in my ears slowly subsided, and my head cleared, but this didn't contribute to my relief. On the contrary, sheer panic began to rise in me. I looked down at myself; my penis was still twitching, and a weak stream of sticky semen continued to flow. There was a flash – once, twice, and only on the third occasion did I realize that Loona was holding her phone, taking pictures of me.

"Loona, please stop," I said softly. Suddenly, I couldn't look her in the eyes anymore, although I couldn't take my eyes off her face earlier. My gaze traveled down her body, and for the first time today, I noticed what she was wearing. She had chosen a short black skirt today and wore a white shirt as a top.

"What should I stop, John? Taking photos of you? Don't you think this sight is worth capturing? Besides, why would you tie yourself to your bed like this if not to be discovered?"

Her voice was calm and matter-of-fact as she told me this, but it sounded as if she were shouting at me. My stomach churned again, the throbbing in my ears returned, and by now, my penis was hurting because it was still being stimulated.

"Please, Loona, delete the photos and just go. I'm begging you." My voice sounded hoarse and quiet. I tried to clear my throat.

"Do you want me to go? Okay, as you wish." She grabbed the transparent little plastic box next to my pillow, with the numbers 01:20 still lit up. Before I could say or do anything, she turned around and quickly left the room. Her short black skirt twirled, and from my lying position, I caught a brief glimpse of her red underwear. The door slammed shut behind her.

DAMN! What should I do? I hadn't expected this at all. No one should be home at this hour. My gaze went to where the box with the keys to my handcuffs had been just moments ago. The box was gone. Loona had actually taken it with her.

FUCK! Think, John. What can you do? I tried to free myself again, this time more energetically than my first attempt only a few minutes earlier on this day. It didn't work. The precautions I had taken were unfortunately too good. After a few minutes, I gave up, frustrated and more aroused than ever in my life, while my thoughts raced through my head, but everything that came to mind, I had already tried. Over and over, my thoughts lingered on Loona's face and her passionate eyes. My penis twitched again. Damn, I was getting horny again. None of this could be real.

I had ****. If I didn't want to lie here for so long until Vanessa came home and found me like this, I had to get Loona to release me.

"Loona, please come back," I said softly.

"Loona, I'll be reasonable, I promise. Delete the photos and set me free," I pleaded, this time louder. But there was no response, only silence and the hum of the plug accompanying me in my hopeless situation. I felt helpless and humiliated as I waited for the knock on the door, hopefully bringing me the relieving liberation.