Apprehended a Thief
Living in a quaint, moderately-sized house on a vast piece of land surrounded by lots of trees, I find myself in a fairly secluded area. My closest neighbor is roughly half a mile away from me. Since I'm a computer professional, I've invested in a speedy Internet connection to fulfill my work obligations. The serene atmosphere makes it an ideal working environment as opposed to a noisy office. On sunny days, I even get the chance to work outdoors.
I visited the town earlier today to cross off a handful of errands from my to-do list. Initially, I predicted my stay would last till the evening, but to my astonishment, I finished way ahead of schedule and returned home in the late afternoon. As I pulled into my driveway, a glaring observation grabbed my attention - my front door had been left ajar. I distinctly remember closing it before I stepped out of the house earlier, but then again, this was the first moment I noticed it. I grabbed a baseball bat from my trunk and walked towards my house, unease setting in.
I perambulated around my house and discovered a smashed window, farther away from my bedroom. A brown paper bag was positioned instantly next to the window. The bag contained car keys and tools, but thankfully, no weapons. I picked the keys up and set the bag's contents aside outside the broken window. I was hoping I had prevented their escape route.
Upon entering my house, I traveled down the hallway leading to the hall closet. I wasn't precisely sure why didn't contact the police, but I believe my anxiety over my work computers overpowered my better judgment. I reached the closet's upper shelf, where I stored a handgun that I silently lowered without spotting anyone. I paused briefly, readying for potential action.
In response, I heard a noise coming from my room. Cautiously, I approached my bedroom, where I found a woman in the process of rummaging through my dresser. She was facing away from me, and I couldn't sense any other people around me, so I dosed my steps quietly to avoid startling anyone. I aimed the gun at her, ordering her to freeze while whispering "freeze" under my breath. She froze instantly. "Keep facing away from me and place your hands flat on the dresser," I demanded, unsure how to proceed.
I held my phone in hand, prepared to make a 911 call when Ashley, the woman, unexpectedly addressed me, asking, "Please don't call the cops. Let's arrange something."
Time seemed to stand still. I didn't utter a word but kept my eyes locked on her, waiting for her to proceed.
"I can't go to jail. Let's devise a solution. Is it viable if I cater to you instead of you phoning the cops?"
Still silent and detached, I paused, contemplating her request and my options.
"I'm short on cash, clearly. However, is it possible we can negotiate another nebulous agreement? Can I take care of you, in exchange for your discretion?"
Disregarding the pitch, I mute my phone in my pocket, keeping it hidden from her perception.
She turned around and analyzed my gaze. "Your eyes have penetrated my sweater. Here, let me remove it for you so you can see the full picture." She slowly removed her sweater, revealing a fitted t-shirt that showed her trim physique.
I remained speechless. Ashley approached me, introducing herself as the culprit who had broken into my home and briefly told me her personal story. I cut her off and demanded she explain her decision to rob me.
Regrettably, Ashley apologized, claiming that her predicament wasn't a proper justification. She inquired about my intentions, noticing the confused look on my face.
"I won't employ violence, but your legs will be bound, and you'll need to endure an extended period of sexual teasing. I'll keep refraining from physically injuring you. If that idea suits you, or shall I make the call to the police?"
She hesitated, seeking assurance. "Will you physically harm me?"
Nodding my head, I assured her firmly, "No, I'll never hurt you. Torture and pain don't appeal to me. However, for the next three days, you'll find yourself in bondage, desperate for sexual release. Do you agree to these terms, Ashley?"
Her look, fueled with dread, made it clear she would rather accept the situation than court potential injury. "I will, as long as you refrain from calling the law enforcement."
I requested that she complete the undressing process. Thinking about her apprehension, I directed her to sit on my bed, stride her legs apart, and masturbate. Surprisingly, she hesitated, so I asked once more, "Will you call the cops or execute my commands?"
She sat in my bed and spread her legs. Determinedly, she began to rub her clit while maintaining eye contact with me.
After several minutes, her eyes rolled back, and she allowed herself to relish the pleasure.
A few minutes later, the girl was getting excited. "Ashley, you're not allowed to cum. I want you to keep rubbing, but you can't cum. If you do cum, our deal is off."
"How can I keep going without cumming?" She asked, stopping her movements.
"Let's see what you can come up with." I responded, keeping an eye on her.
I thought she was close to an orgasm because her motions had changed. She was rubbing much slower and moving more around her clit rather than on it. She moaned a little and I could see her hips shifting. Despite this, she persisted.
After about five minutes, I instructed her to stop and sit still. I walked to my nightstand and brought back two handcuffs. I threw them to her, telling her to put one pair around her ankles and the other around her wrists, with her arms behind her. She immediately followed my instructions.
Once she fastened herself, I told her, "I'll be right back," and left the bedroom. I put my gun away and locked the front door. I found a stack of papers in my kitchen and put them away.
I went to my toy closet and got a strap with many D-rings. It went around her neck, extending over her shoulders with several places to attach her arms and other things.
I returned and showed it to her, explaining that I would be putting this on her. I had her stand in front of me. I placed the strap across her shoulders and carefully fastened it around her neck while I held it securely. I checked to make sure it wasn't too tight. Next, I strapped leather cuffs to each of her wrists, at which point I removed the handcuffs from her ankles.
I took her into my backyard and had her sit in a chair in front of a tree. I wrapped a short chain around the tree and attached it to the arm strap. The chain was short enough that she couldn't stand up from the chair.
I asked where her car was before leaving. I believed the simple bondage would keep her in place while I was away. She asked if she was safe outside, to which I responded that she would be fine. Then I asked again where her car was. She told me and I went to get it, moving it into my driveway.
I cleaned up the broken window, covering it with some wood I had to prevent further damage.
About an hour later, I came back into the yard pushing the bondage chair. It looked like a short bench with legs in front instead of the back, but it was fitted with many D-rings for strapping her arms.
I freed her from the tree, leaving the strap on her shoulders, and led her to the chair. I placed her on it, seating her gently. I slid the shoulder strap into a slot designed for it, which caused it to pull on her neck slightly. I then locked it into place on the chair. I adjusted the back of the chair so that she sat upright and bore no weight on the shoulder strap. Lastly, I attached a wide strap around her waist to keep her in place.
I added a leather cuff to each ankle, attaching them to the bottom of the chair. Once fastened, I removed the chair's seat cushion, leaving only a small amount propping up each hip. This gave me easy access to her pussy.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, fear evident in her voice. I didn't answer but did give her a ball gag, which I inserted in her mouth. This seemed to calm her down.
I headed back indoors and retrieved my toy bag. I changed into more comfortable clothing and removed my underwear. Returning to the girl, I wasn't sure how to respond to her questions so I decided to let her know my intentions. "I'm not going to hurt you. I told you my tastes are not conventional, and that's what this is. What will happen is that I will make you want to cum and need to cum, but I won't let you. You will have a severe desire to cum, but be denied."
She seems a bit more relaxed now. I'm not sure if she comprehends what she's in for, but I've managed to ease her fear, which was my intention. I place my bag of toys on a small table nearby and reposition it next to the chair. I then get a lawn chair and place it in front of her. I grab an extension cord, plug it into the outlet, and place it on the table.
Now that everything's ready, I take a seat in the chair across from her. I reach into my toy bag and pull out a magic wand. I plug it in and turn it on medium, placing it directly on her vagina. She jumps as soon as it makes contact, but I maintain its position.
After a couple of minutes, she starts to try to push her hips against the vibrator, moaning loudly. I wait thirty seconds before changing the vibrator's setting to low. Her struggles become more intense as she nears orgasm.
When I think she's close, I remove the vibrator. She tries to thrust her hips to get more contact, and lets out a frustrated moan that I recognize, even with the gag in place. I leave it off for a short time before putting the vibrator back on her vagina, this time with it set to medium. The sudden contact makes her jump and moan again.
Before she gets too close to the big O, I decrease the vibrator's intensity and move it around gently. She tries to thrust her hips to get more stimulation but I keep the vibrator moving. When I believe she's about to orgasm, I take the vibrator away and soak in the sounds of her frustration.
I repeat this pattern, she keeps moaning and moving. She's sweating now and her entire vagina is swollen. I look and see her clit peeking out from its folds, and there's a wet spot on the bench.
I put the vibrator away and give her a few minutes to recover. After that, her clit is still erect, though not quite as much as before.
I pull two feathers out of my bag of toys. They're long and simple, both ending in a point. According to my friend with benefits, these make for an intense tease.
I use my left hand to pull up a little above her vagina, which exposes her clit a bit more, making it easier to target with the feather. I take one of the feathers in each hand and use them to tease her clit. Her reaction is instant - she pulls on her restraints and screams through her gag. I repeat this a few times before switching to tickling her clit with the tips of the feathers. Her reactions never let up as I continue to tease her.
Her clit has swollen even more. She's trembling in her restraints. I'm not sure if the feathers will make her cum, but I don't want to take any chances, so I stop teasing her clit and instead run the feathers up and down her vagina. After doing this a couple of times, I focus on her clit again. Despite the gag, I can tell she's started pleading to cum. I smile and keep alternating between attacking her clit and her vagina.
I've been teasing her with the feathers for almost thirty minutes now. I decide that's enough, so I stop and stand up. She continues pleading for an orgasm, but I remain unmoved.
I offer her some water. She nods, so I go inside, grab a bottle, and remove her gag. I hold the water to her and let her drink as much as she wants. After that, she just blurted out, "Please make me cum. I've never wanted to cum so badly. Please. You have to. I can't take any more. I'm sorry for stealing. I'll never do it again. Please let me cum."
I say, "I'm sorry, but not yet. We've only just begun. As promised, I won't hurt you. But I also said I'd make you want to cum, but not let you. You caused this predicament by stealing from me."
I pause and it looks like she's deciding whether to respond. I help her out by replacing her gag. She doesn't resist.
I step inside and retrieve a fucking machine. I shift my chair and arrange the machine in front of her, inserting a 7-inch dildo. I slather the dildo in lube and configure the machine so the dildo is fully extended. I nudge the machine towards her, sliding the dildo into her vagina.
Once it's mostly in, I lock the machine into position, grasp the control panel, and throttle the machine at a leisurely pace. Each thrust takes 2 seconds to enter and another 2 seconds to exit. She instantly starts enjoying this and attempts to swivel her hips for more surface area friction.
I observe for a couple of minutes. This speed will tease her for a considerable amount of time before she could potentially reach orgasm. Ideal.
I retrieve two vacuum cylinders from my container and attach one to her left nipple, causing slight pain. I repeat with her right nipple. Her moans amplify slightly, so I leave them inserted.
I position myself alongside the machine and pinch a feather, causing her eyes to widen. I traverse her clitoris with the feather at a snail's pace. I maintain this for a few minutes, precipitating her to the brink of orgasm.
Upon halting the feather's contact, I reprogram the machine to delay its inward thrusts and withdrawal by 2 seconds.
She quiets her screams but continues to demand an orgasm.
I relax and revel in the spectacle. My penis is throbbing in my trousers, but I stomach the urge to masturbate. After a while, when she isn't as close to climax, I recommence the feather stroke routine. She commences screaming almost immediately but I keep at it for another couple of minutes before terminating the stimulation once more. I iterate this process for another 15-20 minutes, persisting in fucking her with the machine.
Due to the non-stop teasing and edging, her orgasmic clamors have deteriorated into a persistent moan. I deactivate the machine, shutting it down because it's time to let her rest.
It's unsurprising that at this point, she begs me for climax.
I return to the house, take a place on the sofa, and surf the internet while I wait for dinner.
After 15 minutes, I resume position outdoors, grease the dildo with more lubricant, and recommence operating the machine. I retain the original timing, 2 seconds in and 2 second out. Ashley instantly delivers her entreaties for an orgasm.
It's dinnertime, so I decide to leave her in this state while I retrieve a grilled chicken tenders meal and warm it up in the kitchen.
Upon returning, I check her progress. Her vagina has inundated with moisture, and her clitoris has expanded noticeably. She moans erotically as the dildo interactions transpire. As the dildo stops synthetically, her desperate murmurs transform to frustration. Between the lubrication and her fluids, the dildo seems sufficiently wet, prompting me to head back indoors to prepare food.
I retrieve a ready-made frozen chicken tenders dish, place it in the oven, and return to the backyard.
When I return, I switch off the machine and withdraw the dildo with caution; I don't want her to unintentionally climax. Her clitoris protrudes significantly. Her pussy is severely engorged and luminously wet, stunning to behold.
I reenter the house and fetch a rectangular table accessory matching the bench.
I make adjustments to allow the table to fit the bench dimensions. I reposition her thighs inward, affixing the table to her lower torso. This belt confines her to the bench and prevents her from reaching her genitals. It also functions as a surface for me to place her meal.
By the time I've secured the table, she's managed to settle down a bit.
"I'll be releasing your hands so you can consume your meal. You mustn't touch your genitalia. Should you attempt to do so, I'll lock your hands again, thereby necessitating me to feed you. Is this absolutely clear?"
She swings her head yes a few times. I liberate her hands yet retain the arm brace. I remove the gag. She slowly stretches out her trembling arms, settling them on the table.
"For your meal, we have chicken tenders. I hope you enjoy them. I've also provided you with a bottle of water." I left her dinner and water on the table. I serve her with a napkin then add, "There's more if you'd like."
We sit down for dinner, but the meal is consumed in silence. After Ashley finishes her food, she asks for more, and I bring her more tenders and another bottle of water. She quickly finishes these as well.
As I collect the dirty dishes, I tell her, "I don't want you manipulating me again. This is your punishment for stealing from me." I leave her alone for a few minutes while I tidy up indoors.
When I return outside, I find Ashley stretching out her arms. Her nipples are hard, likely from playing with them. I doubt she came though, because she just looks uncomfortable.
I engage in light conversation with her for a few minutes, but she appears tense and uneasy.
Ashley then starts pleading with me, "I need to cum. I've never felt like this before. I don't think I can handle another three days like this." She's almost crying as she says this, sounding truly desperate.
I tie her left arm back to the arm bar and then move on to her right arm. "You tricked me, and this is the price you'll pay," I inform her.
She looks defeated and responds, "I understand."
I get her right hand tied up and attach another tie to her neck, unlocking the arm bar from the chair. I remove the strap around her waist, as well as her ankle cuffs from the chair, leaving the cuffs still connected to her ankles.
I step in front of her to assist her in standing up. Her limbs are stiff, and her arms are useless for balance, so I provide support by holding her chest. She stretches her legs a bit, and I help her on the floor.
I point to the chair, "Look, this chair is soaking wet." She sees the wet stain on the chair from her excitement earlier.
She blushes, "I won't be embarrassed. That was what you wanted."
I help her inside, leading her to my bedroom. I've set up a frame at the end of my bed with a metal bar coming out of each corner and a crossbar extending about three feet above the bed. The frame is strong and designed to handle a lot of force. It has straps hanging from each corner.
I instruct her to lie on a towel at the edge of the bed, causing her butt to rest on the bed itself, then I help her lie down. I lift her right leg and attach a strap to the frame from that corner. I repeat this for her left leg. I make sure the straps are tight enough to keep her legs up and spread apart, but not too tight to cause discomfort.
I remove the strap connecting the arm bar to her neck, then pull a new strap down from the headboard. I attach it to the arm bar above her head and shorten it until her arms are extended overhead. I don't want her shoulder muscles to hurt.
I secure another wide strap to the side of the bed at approximately her belly height. I lay it across her, sit on another chair at the foot of the bed, and adjust its position. Once satisfied, I tighten the straps holding her legs in place and tighten the cuffs slightly, ensuring they won't chafe against her skin.
Her pussy looks significantly engorged, exactly as I'd planned, and her clit protrudes even after her break.
I go outside to get the rest of the items I'll be using, such as the feathers and a vibrator. When I return inside, I set them out at her feet. I retrieve a neatly organized box of supplies and sit in a chair between her legs, holding the pieces I'd previously mentioned.
I start with the vibrator, setting it to medium before adjusting it to low after a minute. This allows her to get excited while preventing her from organming. She moans and begs, "Please! I need to cum!"
After twenty seconds, I return the vibrator to its previous position and continue teasing her, making her moan more intensely.
I cycle through several patterns, lowering the vibrator's intensity each time, pushing her closer to orgasm each time. Eventually, I adjust the vibrator to its highest setting and apply it directly to her clit.
Her cries of "Please, I need to cum!" quickly transition into moans. I wait for the right moment before increasing the vibrator's intensity slightly, causing her to beg again. Then, I lower it to medium, allowing her to moan before pushing her closer to orgasm. I repeat this process several times before moving on to the next phase.
I choose a short piece of medical tape and gently stretch her labia with my left hand, using the tape to secure them open. No longer needing to hold her pussy open, I switch to a different vibrator pattern. She immediately begins begging again, "Please! I need to cum!"
"Please wait a bit longer," I instruct her. "Soon enough, you'll get to cum until you're satisfied."
And with that, I start to treat her to an intense session of lovemaking.
Using my right hand, I acquire a feather and commence tickling her clit like I did before. In my left hand, I clasp the dildo and start gradually thrusting it in and out of her while simultaneously playing with her clit with the feather. I can feel her pussy gripping the dildo as I insert and withdraw it.
I halt the stimulation, retaining the dildo completely buried inside of her. As she relaxes somewhat, I resume the sex act. Then, I recommence teasing her clit with the feather. Her pussy is flowing like before. With no gag, her cries can be distinguished and are astonishingly loud. I can hear her nearing orgasm, so I remove the dildo and cease using the feather, leaving her uncared for.
Her cries quickly transform into complaints, which evolve into pleading.
I permit her to persist in supplicating while I remain seated and observe.
Following a moment, I insert the dildo back in and recommence fucking her with it. She's rocking her hips in synchrony with the sex act, so I persist. To my amazement, after only two minutes of this, she exhibits signs of imminent orgasm. I complete the final thrust and leave the dildo within her but cease the motions.
Once again, her cries switch to pleading as I let her exhaust herself.
Keeping the dildo virginally still, I commence daintily rubbing her clit with the feathers. She reacts the moment the feather contacts her, straining at her restraints and sounding louder than previously. I am aware of her constricting her pelvis around the dildo.
I employ the feather to stimulate the area around her clit and beneath her clit, down each side of her vagina, then return to her clit. Whenever she approaches climaxing, I interrupt the feather for around ten seconds.
I halt the feather but withdraw the dildo. This elicits additional cries and a minor wail as her vagina struggles to retain the dildo. When I've removed the dildo, I initiate fucking her pussy with the feather. This fresh sensation provokes her to scream as I see her pussy jitter.
"Oh my God, that's ticklish. mmmhhhh Stop stop stop mmmm ahhhhhh" I hear from her as I forge ahead with the feather. I desist after a minute as the feather is far too moist to continue.
I seize another feather and return to teasing her clit. For approximately 30 minutes, I alternate between the dildo and the feathers. When I terminate, she is drenched in perspiration, her pussy has soaked the towel I placed under her, and her clit is enlarged.
When I've concluded, I allow a moment to pass before I initiate the final step for tonight. I obtain a small jar of skin adhesive. This material is safe for the skin in sensitive areas. It solidifies in three to four minutes. It is not soluble in water and can only be discarded through a distinct solution. I grasp a small brush and dip it in the adhesive.
I utilize my left hand to expose her clit slightly. I start coating the adhesive all around her clit, starting by encircling it at the base. I dip the brush to obtain more adhesive as I require it. She initiates attempting to remove her constraints intensely when she detects the brush. Her reaction escalates when I apply the stuff on the top of her clit. She commences shrieking, but I carry on.
My past encounters with this adhesive have shown that it hinders most feeling from attaining her clit while also maintaining her clit swollen.
"What are you doing? What is that? OMG, why does my clit feel so enlarged?" I remain silent. Her inquiries endure but the cries do not, when I terminate with the brush. I maintain silence.
After around three minutes have elapsed, I begin applying a second layer. The queries have changed, "oh my God, what are you doing to me. Why don't I feel that now?" She persists with the questions as I complete the second coating.
At the next break in her inquiries, I converse. "I've applied your clit with a safe skin adhesive. This inhibits most sensation from reaching your clit while also preserving your clit's swelling. Let me demonstrate this to you."
I select the vibrator from earlier, activate it, and place it on her now obstructed clit. She twitches a bit at the sudden sensations and starts moaning as I keep the vibrator in place.
"Oh my God, oh my God, why does that feel so remote? I sense it but oh. Oh my God, what have you done to me?" She initiates weeping.
After some minutes, I remove the vibrator. Ashley continues to sob. "Please, you can't do this to me. I don't deserve this. Please unfasten this bondage and make me orgasm. Please. I'll do anything."
"No" is my solitary response.
A lady I have attempted this on revealed this to be one of the most potent sensations she has experienced. Thus, I'm not stunned by her reaction. I'm instead intrigued regarding what will unfold the following night as I've never applied it to someone for two consecutive evenings.
To hinder climaxing and intensify her frustration, I seize a chastity belt from my toy repository and display it to her. I'm unsure she recognized it. Ah, well, she will soon understand.
I release the belt that immobilizes her stomach and glide the band beneath her. I loop the strap around her waist, ensuring it's snug but not tight. I dig through my toy drawer and pull out a small dildo. I insert it into her vagina and then fasten the chastity belt in place. The belt appears to be aligned with her anus, so it shouldn't need to be removed until I'm ready. I adjust the chastity strap to prevent her from reaching her vagina. This also adds an extra layer of pressure to the dildo. I secure the belt with a lock to ensure she doesn't remove it.
I help her lower her legs carefully. I head back to the head of the bed and free the arm restraint from it. I assist her in sitting upright, which brings my mouth close enough to her breasts. I can't resist but suck on each nipple. This also helps determine if she's about to climax from nipple stimulation alone.
After a few minutes of my nipple sucking, she exhibits no signs of imminent climax. So I leave her nipples exposed; it seems safe enough. I release her hands and remove the arm restraint.
I help her to stand up from the bed.
"If you want to take a shower, I'll show you where it is. My plan for now is to watch TV. You're more than welcome to join me." I hand her an oversized t-shirt. She slips it on and looks radiant.
"I just want to sit down."
I guide her to follow me into my living room. We find a spot on the sofa to sit next to each other. I find a movie to watch and start it. Within 10 minutes or so, we reach a section with some nudity that I enjoy. Ashley notices my erection and asks, "Can you pull those down?"
I slide down my shorts, and my penis rapidly expands. Ashley grasps my penis and begins to stroke it. Very slowly.
Despite all the stimulation today, it doesn't take long before I'm leaking precum and moaning. She perceives this as a sign to stop stroking. She puts two fingers on the base of my penis and her thumb above. She begins gently rubbing my penis, mostly concentrating on the underside.
She rises, starts whispering in my ear. "Do you know how much better this would feel if you could fuck me right now? Imagine plunging your cock into my aching, wet pussy. How good would that feel? Would you be able to hold off from cumming?"
I'm not paying much attention to the movie as she's giving me a superb handjob. She alternates the pressure, speed, and position of her fingers, maintaining contact with my penis for an extended period without bringing me to climax.
Then she removes her hand and continues her whispering. "No shooting yet, I'm not ready for you to cum just like you aren't ready for me to cum. But I can feel how badly you want to. Imagine thrusting this hard cock into my pussy."
She resumes stroking my penis. Next time I'm nearing climax, she moves her hand to my testicles, gently tickling and massaging them. She returns to my penis shortly.
She keeps up her gentle stroking and massaging of my penis. I'm incredibly aroused from not climaxing all day so I'm prepared to climax. Knowing her need to climax is making me more eager to do so.
My penis is ready to explode. I can't help but moan as she maintains her gentle foreplay. I start thrusting my pelvis to stimulate more contact but she remains persistent.
Then I hear her in my ear again. "You should undo this device from me so you can fuck me. You know that would feel incredible."
Once more, she lets go of my penis and starts gently rubbing my testicles. "Imagine how good that orgasm would feel with your cock in my wet pussy. It would feel so satisfying. Your climax would be unbelievable." And she starts stroking my penis again.
This continues for another 10 minutes or so. I finally admit that I won't be removing the chastity belt tonight.
While she continues teasing my penis and testicles, she returns to whispering, "Hmmm. Maybe I shouldn't let you cum. Maybe I should do the same to you as you've done to me. Only you're lucky that I can't stop you from making yourself cum like you've stopped me."
With that, she picks up my penis and strokes a bit more. It takes only seconds before I cum. She keeps stroking and I keep ejaculating. I finally finish, and she lets go. I get up to clean myself in the bathroom. Ashley joins me in the shower, still wearing her chastity belt, of course.
We finish our showers. As I hand her a towel and we start drying off, she starts asking me to let her reach climax. She explains how her clit still feels enlarged but isn't experiencing any sensation. I put on my clothes and leave her there, still begging. After a couple of minutes, she reappears in the living room. I turn the film back on. Ashley leans against me, which feels slightly strange but I won't complain. In fact, I kind of enjoy it.
I eventually doze off on the sofa while we watch another movie. I think Ashley dozes too. Around 11 pm, I declare it's time for bed. As we get up, Ashley groans.
"I can't believe how horny I still am. My clit still feels big. This setup is cruel. I've never experienced anything like this," she informs me. "And that dildo moves occasionally and keeps reminding me of my need and inability to cum. I don't know how I'll be able to sleep."
I smile as we enter my bedroom. I tell her that I will trust her during the night and not restrict her. I also inform her that the key to her belt, along with the adhesive remover, is locked away, so don't bother looking for it.
I tell her she's free to help herself to anything in the kitchen if she's hungry or thirsty. With that, we head up to bed.
The next morning, I wake up around 7 a.m., with Ashley still asleep. I go to the bathroom to do my morning routine. Upon my return, Ashley is awake. I say I'm going to make coffee and breakfast in the kitchen.
I come back to report breakfast is ready. As soon as I walk in, Ashley expresses how her clit is still swollen and can't believe it. I suggest we eat first, then play.
After finishing eating, I give her some personal hygiene items, such as a toothbrush and a hairbrush. Once she's taken care of herself, I say we're going into my basement to play this morning.
As we enter the basement, she notices my medical exam table. I love this table because of the leg stirrups, screws for straps that I added, and its elevated height, making it easy for me to reach the important parts of whoever is on the table. I can also confirm that this table works just as well for men as I've tried it a few times.
I tell her to undress and sit on the table. I place leather cuffs on each of her wrists and ankles. I help her lie down on the table with her legs dangling below. I secure each wrist to connectors slightly below the table, keeping her arms out of the way.
Next, I release the lock on the chastity belt. I carefully remove the crotch panel then take the belt itself off. I grasp the dildo and slowly slide it out. It's still moist and comes out easily. I attach the stirrups to the table, locking them in the widest position. I help her get her legs into the stirrups and attach the ankle cuffs to the stirrups, making it difficult for her to move her legs much. For further security, I add straps just above each knee. The final thing I do is add a strap across her waist, ensuring her hips remain fairly still today.
I bring a chair up to the foot of the table. I take a baby wipe and gently clean around her vagina. I slowly spread apart the folds of her vagina, revealing her covered clit. I clean the adhesive with the baby wipe. I blow gently to help it dry, causing her to shiver slightly.
I use a strip of medical tape to keep her clit exposed. This time, I stick one piece on the tape and two pieces on the sides. This exposes her clit beautifully and will make removing the adhesive easier. It will also increase the enjoyment later.
I pick up the jar of remover and brush a small amount onto her clit. I add more remover as the adhesive starts to disappear. Using a small, rubber-tipped tweezer, I'm able to grip the adhesive just above her clit and slowly pull it down, applying more remover as I pull. The adhesive pulls back, and with each pull, I brush more remover underneath it. This is agonizing as the brush now touches her clit directly, the first sensory input her clit has felt since it was covered yesterday.
I work slowly, allowing the removal to take around 5 minutes. I keep brushing, pulling, and adding more remover until the adhesive is gone. I examine closely to ensure I got it all. I then dip a cotton swab in water and gently clean around her clit. She's almost screaming as I do this. For a final step, I lean over and lick her clit, making sure it's completely clean. And it is perfectly clean. As soon as my tongue touches her clit, she lets out a loud moan.
I tenderly toy with her clit using my tongue and mouth for about ten minutes. I vacuum and swoop her loins all over, while relishing on her clit directly. I ultimately conclude with a small kiss, sucking her bud inside my mouth and delicately tugging it out before letting it pop out of my lips. This prompts another audible moan, along with her writhing in her ties.
I take a step back to notice that her clit is swollen and her privates are thoroughly damp. I have no hesitation and assault her with the vibrator and feather in succession. Once in a while, I switch to my tongue to keep the stimulation going.
After forty-five minutes, her clit is swollen and her pussy is gushing, and she's covered in precious drops of sweat.
I unveil the tape that's confining her clit exposed. I proclaim, "Break time" but leave all the confines in place. She yanks on her bonds and reasons with me to please make her cum. I slip upstairs with her still requesting for a lady orgasm.
I reappear with a pair of water bottles, offering her one with a straw since she's unable to sit upright. She gulps it down right when I provide it. After she's finished, I drink mine as well. When we're done with the fluids, I chase them up with a quick journey to the bathroom and provide her more time to loosen up.
Once ten minutes or so have elapsed, I come back downstairs. She's slowly laying and starts imploring me for release. I don't reply and push a sex machine between her legs.
She can't exactly spot what I'm up to so she inquires about her eventual orgasm in between her imploring. I translate this into action by mounting a comparable dildo the one from yesterday. While I'm doing this, I set up the machine into full extension. When I position the dildo neatly inside her, I manage to secure it in place and turn it on, rolling at a speed roughly one movement per second, which is relatively faster than yesterday.
I establish that everything is properly set and that she's appreciating it by her abdominal contractions. I let her enjoy this for a couple minutes before slowing it down to two seconds in, two seconds out, followed by a two-second break. She starts yanking on her bonds and pleading for a speedier ride.
I'm not done there. This is a slightly varied machine from yesterday. I scoop up another dildo, a smaller one and grease it in Ashley's absence. I unite this to a second machine, this one garnished with an adjustable wrist and angle. I secure the dildo and gradually worm it into her anal passage. Ashley throws a yelp and manages to battle the intruder before I fully slide it over.
I fiddle with the machine controls. Now, when the dildo in her slit doesn't thrash about, her anus is up for it. And when her anus isn't fit, her vagina is. I ensure everything is in perfect condition then look at Ashley, instructing her to luxuriate and trapping up the stairs while she's yelling with demands for an orgasm.
I peep her from a webcam that I've installed. When I'm cautious that she's up for orgasm, I tinker with the rhythm of the dildos. First, I allow the two dildos to move in sync but in opposite directions. They also stop in sync.
This alteration considerably escalates her aggravation; I believe this took her by surprise. I can hear her screaming at me in annoyance while groaning. I grin and enable this grimacing to persist.
As she frames the half-hour mark, I make any other adjustments and have the dildos work collectively in the same direction. I also tweak the break to four seconds. Each time the dildos halt, she's struggling to move her bonds to heighten the vigor.
I'm taking brief errands away from the webcam. When I return to check her, she's farther off from the pressures of a climax. I readjust the pace, having the twin machines operating at the same time without a lag.
She eventually cedes to the jabs of the machines. I return downstairs, knowing I'm going to use my meanest device on this sassy lass next. When she spots me, she starts imploring once more for her ultimate pleasure. I grin and interpose myself between her legs without articulating my next maneuver.
I reintroduce the break into the working of the jackhammers, evenly lengthening it to six seconds. I don't let her see what's coming so I hike up and secure a blindfold on her. She flails around futilely to deter me, but I patiently wait for her to cease moving before sliding the blindfold onto her eyes.
I return back down by the jackhammers and with the assistance of medical tape, I shift upward her hood, disclosing her clit and utilize the old prescription to constrain it exposed. She moans at this modest touch.
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Moving on, I position the upper device above the others. It possesses a slimmer arm ending in a clamp. I extend the arm approximately a foot from her clitoris, then attach a feather. I tweak the feather until it's barely touching her clitoris.
I activate this machine, causing the feather to move up and down on her clitoris. I customize the pattern to include pussy penetration with a two-second stroke, ass penetration with another two-second stroke, followed by both dildos retracting together, and then teasing her clitoris for six seconds. This sequence repeats.
Her moans intensify into an almost scream as the feather carries out its role. I ascend to the upper floor, leaving her to experience this merciless teasing once more. I proceed directly to my computer to watch her during this process.
Previously, I employed this contraption on a frequent playmate. When she encountered it, she informed me it was agony, the closest she'd ever been to orgasm without successfully climaxing. And that it felt substantially longer than it was.
As I set the timer for 15 minutes, I hesitate, considering not pushing Ashley beyond this threshold, especially given how frequently I've already tormented her today. She quivers while being penetrated, cries out while the feather performs its deed, and moans persistently.
In painstaking slowness, the dildos and feather continue their relentless, tormenting movements. Her moans transform into screams, she babbles about orgasm, and attempts to alter her hips to achieve a seemingly just out of reach climax.
After the timer sounds, I descend. Upon my return, she babbles hash incomprehensibly. Her mumbles contain the words "cum" and "orgasm" amidst the moans.
I meticulously detach the feather from the machine. I gradually withdraw the Fucking Machine until both dildos retract fully. Then, I move the machine aside.
Curious, I decide to do something I've never attempted before. Retaining the tape to maintain her clitoris uncovered, I extract the skin adhesive and, with great caution, lightly brush it onto her exceedingly engorged clitoris.
"NO NO NO NO NO! PLEASE STOP NO," she shrieks.
Despite her frantic pleas, I persevere. I spend about 10 minutes enveloping her clitoris with this stuff. I allocate a minute to study the mount of adhesive overspreading her swollen clitoris once I complete the initial layer. I add a second layer after waiting five minutes for it to cure. Once the second layer is dry, I remove the tape and notice the adhesive's enlarged mound covering her clitoris.
I also note that Ashley's cravings for orgasm have escalated substantially over today's initial tormentation. I'm confident that incarcerating her clitoris throughout its full engorgement is intensifying her desperation, which was my goal. Secretly, I hope this lasts until tonight when I plan to continue experimentation.
I slide the chastity belt beneath her and secure it around her waist. I insert a larger dildo into her pussy than before and lock in the belt.
I lift the table's straps, enabling her legs to gradually lower. I remove the stirrups and aid her in sitting upright.
Without saying a thing, I escort her upstairs and help her settle onto the sofa. She commences begging for an orgasm. "I'm still so close. My clitoris feels swollen and trapped, agonizingly seeking cum. It's unceasing. I can't take this," she sobs. "Please, I'm sorry for stealing. I won't do it again." She pleads. "What should I do to obtain an orgasm?"
I go check on Ashley another hour later. This time, she's got the TV on while wiggling around a lot. I figure it's time for lunch, so I invite her to come with me to the kitchen. I make us some salads and water to eat. To my surprise, she doesn't beg for an orgasm at all, and she doesn't bring up anything, although she's still wiggling around.
After cleaning up after lunch, I suggest she watch some more TV. I go back to her later and tell her I need to finish my work for the day.
My brain is all over the place due to the lack of orgasms and my growing horniness. So, I have an idea. I grab an overcoat and some other toys then head to Ashley. She's sound asleep in front of the TV, and I gently wake her up.
Dressed in the overcoat and some toys, I help her stand up and put a new waist belt above her chastity belt. I attach a cuff to each wrist and get her into the overcoat. I then connect her wrist cuffs to the waist belt, so her hands are pretty much useless now. While she's still in her overcoat, I take out the chastity belt and dildo. Keeping the glue over her clit for now, I help her into her shoes, close her coat, and we head to the garage.
Inside the garage, I help her into my car. It's kind of difficult for her to sit with her hands bound, but I make it work. It's a nice day outside, so we're going to a nearby forest preserve for a walk.
Once we get there, I share my plan with Ashley. "We're going to walk around in the woods for a while. It's not that crowded, so our walk should be quite nice."
I step out of the car and walk over to Ashley's side to help her out. Once she's out of the car, I head towards a walking trail I know. And we start walking.
She's walking next to me, and I notice her look around before saying, "It's so nice to walk without that dildo. It was driving me nuts; constantly reminding me how horny I am. But I'm still really horny." I smile and keep walking. Her change in attitude has me all confused.
After about 10-15 minutes, she asks me to stop walking. I take out a tube of lube and a vibrating ass plug. I tell Ashley to bend over at the waist with her butt facing me. I pull up her coat, exposing her. I slowly slide the lubed plug into her ass. She tries to resist it, but I go slow and eventually get it inserted. I turn it on low, which elicits a weak moan. Noticing her pussy lips are starting to swell, I gently rub them, which causes a louder moan.
Ashley is trying to stand up, but I use my hand on her back to indicate she should stay where she is. I grab a larger vibrating plug and push it into her pussy. I turn it on low as well, resulting in another, slightly louder moan.
Ashley stands up and the coat falls back into place. I ensure the plugs haven't moved and continue walking down the path. We've still got about 30 minutes left, and she's tossing me mixed signals.
"OMG! I so need to cum. Will these vibrators make me cum? Please? I need to cum so badly. I can't handle this anymore."
"I don't think you'll cum from these vibrators, especially with the walking. And I don't have anything here to free your clit, so you'll just have to endure for now. Meanwhile, I suggest we continue walking since we still have a while left."
Ashley expresses her frustration. "I can't walk like this. Not for 30 more minutes."
"Alright, if you're unable to walk slowly, I'll turn them off for the rest of our walk and unbutton the coat. So, do you want to deal with the vibrators or finish the walk with the coat open."
"OMG, I can't walk naked like that. I can't."
"Okay, no problem. Then let's continue." I start walking again at our normal pace.
Ashley gets tired and struggles to keep up, so I slow down for her. After a few minutes, I remind her, "If we keep walking this slow, it'll take us another hour."
"Please, turn them off. Open the coat. Just make this stop." She stops walking.
I unbutton the coat, giving me a peek at her boobs. Then, like I promised, I turn off the vibrators.
"Let's go" as I start walking again at our original pace.
After a short while, she catches up to me. "Slow down, please. These dildos are driving me insane, even off. Please," she begs.
I halt. "I want to return so we can engulf in more playtime. Either way, I don't want to reduce my speed."
"Please, I can't handle it. You need to slow down. Please," she insists.
A thought comes to mind. I search for a trails not widely visible, spotting one in the forest. I lead us towards it and gradually follow its narrow path. I assist Ashley in maintaining her balance while walking this maze.
In no time, we reach a little clearing. This secluded area is undetectable from the main trail.
I command Ashley to kneel here, helping her find her way. Once in position, I switch on both vibrators, setting one on high for her anus. She threatens to yell, but restrains herself.
I stand in front of her; take my pants off, and display my aroused penis. She notices the sizable erection and instantly accepts it with her mouth.
Wow, it feels fantastic! Despite the vibrators, she frequently loses focus, momentarily halting her blowjob. When concentrating, she sucks persistently, inducing a hunger within me I haven't previously experienced. The pleasure is profound, and I dread it ending.
I start counting aloud to thwart an imminent climax. This tactic works until I reach 69, evoking a mental image of "69." In the blink of an eye, Ashley slurps vigorously and I cum into her mouth.
I conclude, retract my penis from her mouth. My sperm leaks out and trails down her face. She writhes, combating the vibrators' writhing. I leave her struggling, splattered with my ejaculate on her face while I dress.
After a brief interval, I retire the vibrators to cease her discomfort. Then, I hoist her up, aiding her standing. She's struggling to keep it under control as she peers through the rear window.
As promised, I seal the car doors and switch off the vibes. I escort her into the car, switching vibrators back on. I shut the door and help Ashley into the driver's seat. I keep the vibrators turned off for now.
I exit the vehicle, stride around to Ashley's side, then switch both vibrators to maximum strength. Regardless of her pleas, I fasten her with ropes - her vibrator-embedded body squirms, drowning in the pleasure. In an instant, she shouts for an orgasm, then begs to switch it off.
I remain silent, considering her ruthless conduct. But the torturous chain of events motivating this act eased my apprehension. Ultimately, I free her hands and unfasten her belt. I disrobe her, positioning her in the bedroom, attaching dangling ropes to her waist band.
I disconnect her from these ropes as she sobs, her moans grow deeper.
I have no response. Confronting her desperation for release, I contemplate her urge to orchestrate our fates. I then remove the waist belt and ropes from her existence. [END][1] Breathe In, Breathe OutReady for more? Check out these sexy stories:
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I leave her undressed, only wearing a belt, and take her to the couch. Giving her the TV remote could be pointless considering her current state. I put away the coat, switch to shorts and a t-shirt, and sit down beside her.
"Pray for relief or let me turn off this dreadful vibrator. I'm unable to perform now," she pleads.
"Trust me, you won't have to perform. Just remain seated. I'll switch it off, and it's not my intention to harm you," I reassure her with a smirk.
She starts sobbing yet continues to moan and writhe. Which only makes my erection more prominent.
I remain on the sofa next to her with my erection unyielding, despite my effort to ignore it. After a couple of hours of watching the television and Ashley being tormented, I decide to switch off the vibrator because it's dinnertime.
I escort her into the kitchen and find food for us in the refrigerator. Once done, we return to the basement.
I help her walk into the basement and sit back on the table we used in the morning. I secure her arms and legs to the table again. I put the stirrups in, spaced widely.
I use tape to reveal her covered clit. It takes around ten minutes, and she's begging for an orgasm by the time I'm done. It looks more swollen than I've previously seen.
I lick her clit, teasing her, and she screams and shakes. At this point, her legs are shaking and her screams become piteous begging for an orgasm.
I take the tape off, allowing her clit to be concealed slightly. This prompts an innovative idea.
I add two vertical bars to the table, located beside each hip. I grab four clamps with short chains. I fasten one clamp on each side of her pussy. The chains link the clamps to the bars. This successfully exposes her pussy and clit more than the tape did and provides some pressure as well.
I relocate the machine with the feather and lock it on the ground. Positioning the feather gently rubs up and down the length of her exposed pussy, ending with her clit. Maintaining a slow pace, I tolerate this teasing and denial.
I head to my computer to observe her struggles. She doesn't fail to disappoint. She writhes and cries, screaming incessantly. My cock remains as hard as a rock from witnessing her.
I change into sweat shorts and relax in my room. Returning to my computer, I continue to watch her fight for an orgasm. The feather is providing an effective tease without granting an orgasm, so I let it carry on longer.
I can hold back from masturbating but my penis stays rigid. After approximately 30 minutes, I make my way down the stairs. She's pleading for an orgasm as soon as I'm in the room. I don't react.
Approaching the machine, I shut it off and move it out of the way. I simply set myself down, seated near her pussy to view it. It's significantly swollen, her clit still represents large. And her pussy is drenched.
I apply the adhesive and cover her clit meticulously, making sure to prolong her torment. Fifteen minutes pass, and her clit is fully concealed. She's now sobbing loudly.
I remove the first clamp. She winces as I gently massage the spot to increase blood flow. I proceed to remove the other clamps. Her pussy is swollen to the point of only slightly shutting. I'm overwhelmed with desire. I take my pants off, carefully sliding my hard length into her sodden pussy.
Slowly, I penetrate Ashley for the first time, making her groan and moan. It takes only a few moments before I, too, experience pleasure. Not wishing to rush, I count to 96 before cumming inside her. Lifting my hips, I know for certain this won't allow her to orgasm.
Concluding, I clean off and put my shorts back on. Clearing her legs, I help her sit up. Finally unlocking, I guide her to the bathroom. This doubles as a period of cleanup for her.
She leaves the bathroom, pleading for an orgasm, but I tell her no, not yet. Instead, I instruct her to return to the table so I can prepare her for the night. Tears stream down her face as she sobs, complaining that she can't endure another night with the dildo and the belt.
I tell her that this time around, I won't use the dildo but will just use the belt. She hesitantly complies and lets me fasten it around her.
I provide her with a shirt, which she quickly puts on as we ascend the stairs.
We sit on the couch, watching television. Ashley remains silent as she fidgets, her actions stirring an unexpected arousal within me. Soon enough, we find ourselves back in bed.
Third Day: The Final Day
Before Ashley wakes up, I'm already in the bathroom, where she joins me again. Despite the belt around her waist, my erect penis reacts to the sight of her. Whilst showering, we both ignore my erection. After finishing, I dress myself and place two towels on the floor for her.
My level of arousal is high, fueled by the fact that I've never kept a woman this thirsty for an orgasm before. Knowing her desperation intensifies my own desire.
In the kitchen, I prepare breakfast. I plot how far I can push Ashley today, realizing that yesterday was particularly cruel and she seems more reserved since. I contemplate my idea of making today less painful for her while still maintaining her frustration.
I have a grin on my face as Ashley walks in while I am preoccupied with my plan. Her face appears worried. Upon noticing the expression on my face, I understand that she's uneasy. I cannot help but notice that she is naked, except for the belt.
Breakfast is complete, and Ashley starts eating as soon as she sits.
I decide to clear up any confusion. "Today is the last day. As promised, you will have an orgasm. It won't happen until I decide it's time for it. Are you ready for your last day with me?" I can't Help but smirk when I utter these words.
"No, I'm not ready. I need to cum. I can't think about anything else but my aching clit. In fact, my entire vagina seems engorged. My body is screaming for an orgasm. I can recall what an orgasm feels like, yet all I can think about is how desperately I want and am unable to attain one right now."
"Don't fret, you will cum. You may even have more than one if you're lucky." My grin expands as I utter this statement. "Now let's eat quickly and get to work."
Our meal is followed by a quick cleaning session by me.
I lead Ashley into an unused bedroom. I command her to sit in a standard chair. I bind each of her hands with small leather mitts that cover her entire hand. These mitts are handicapping about my guilt as they're made of thick leather, making it impossible to use her hands effectively. Moreover, they're connected to her wrists, so she cannot remove them.
Upon opening a closet, I bring out a medical transport cart and hide it. I urge Ashley to lie down and position herself accordingly on the cart since her hands are virtually useless. However, she realizes that the cart is too short, causing her legs to hang over the edge.
Once she's in place, I attach each wrist to the cart's side, then remove the chastity belt. I then position her hips on the cart using a wide strap, effectively immobilizing her.
I stand her left leg on the cart's lower corner and place a vertical pole into the cart. This pole goes straight up, limiting her ability to close her legs. I repeat the process on the opposite side. This prevents her from bringing her legs together, as well as stopping her feet from getting in my way.
I attach leather cuffs to her knees, high enough to stop her legs from reaching each other. The cuffs are attached to the vertical pole, causing her legs to be spread wide apart.
I leave her momentarily, gathering the equipment needed to release her clit from its confinement. It takes me about 15 minutes to uncover her clit. As always, after unveiling it, I lick her vagina and suck her clit for 15 more minutes, intensifying her arousal before commencing my torture.
This time, I'm going to use a different toy on her. It's a tube suction machine and I already have it in the cart. It's got two tubes: one with a single suction piece and the other with dual suckers. The first tube's suction piece is slightly larger than her swollen clit, allowing it to easily suck in and cover the entire clit. When I position it right, I increase the suction until her clit is pulled in and the tube won't slip off. I alternate between sucking harder for 2 seconds and then stopping for 2 seconds without releasing the pressure. This is causing her to squirm. And since there's airflow, it's said to feel like it's vibrating (at least that's what I've heard).
The second tube's suckers are for her nipples. After adding a bit of lube, I get them in place. I adjust these to suck for 3 seconds and then stop for 3 seconds. The difference in frequencies is going to add to her frustration.
Ashley reacts strongly to these suckers. Although they're not as intense as the other toys, especially the feather, they get the job done. Plus, this one is more forgiving—important considering how long she's been teased in the past couple of days. When I've used these on previous partners, they could go for hours without cumming, although they hadn't been teased for as long as Ashley has.
The best part is that the air machine is portable and can run on batteries. This means I can wheel her around the house while it's on. As soon as I finish thinking about that, I start wheeling her into the kitchen. I settle into the sofa in the living room to watch some TV. Listening to her moaning and begging in the background keeps me hard the entire time.
Around 30 minutes later, I head into the kitchen to check on Ashley. As soon as she sees me, she starts begging again.
'Please, let me cum,' she says, her voice filled with an edge of desperation.
I give her a friendly smile but say nothing. She starts sobbing while still begging and moaning nearby.
I'm thinking about how to tease her further as this is the longest and most intense session I've ever done. It's also been going on for long enough, and I promised she'd cum today. I want to tease her some more, but I'm not quite ready to let her cum yet. Then, I have an idea that occurs to me—one that's a bit cruel but amuses me.
First, it's nearly lunchtime. So I order a pizza for delivery. Then, with Ashley still bucking against the suction, I wheel her into the living room. I need to talk to her for a minute, so I slow down the suction machines.
"There'll be a pizza delivered here in about 35 minutes. You have two choices. Option one is me wheeling you into the hall and leaving you to be teased until the pizza is delivered. You'll be teased while I answer the door. You'll be hidden," I explain calmly.
"Option two is me leaving you right where you are. The pizza delivery person will see you right in front of them. However, I'll replace the suction device with a vibrator that'll tease you until the pizza arrives. But, to make it more interesting, I'll leave the vibrator switched on while I answer the door and get the pizza."
Ashley looks over at the door with a startled expression on her face.
"No, please, let me cum but not like that. Please, I really need to cum."
I raise my eyebrows at her. "You'll cum today. I told you that. What you need to decide is whether you want to cum now, in front of someone else, or later, after more teasing."
"Tease me more," she says, her voice filled with sobs. "I can't be in front of that door."
I'm surprised. She made the choice so quickly. And I respect her willingness to make that decision. So I increase the intensity of the suckers once again and leave her in place.
"You can't leave me here. You said you'd move me," she tells me, her voice trembling slightly with fear.
"Don't worry, I'll move you before I open the door, just like I said. But right now, I want to watch you squirm as that suction keeps torturing your clit. At least until the pizza gets here."
I confess, I was upset. I'd assumed that she would be so eager, she'd detonate from pleasure. And don't think I'm some perverted creep – Ashley's the one delivering the pizza, and she's a close friend with whom I've joked and pushed boundaries aplenty. If she'd pitched in, it would've been a pleasure for me.
I planted myself on the couch and observed as Ashley writhed and cried out. It'd been a while since I'd employed these suckers on someone, and given I wanted to savor the experience, I purposefully forbore from rubbing myself so I could prolong the pleasure later.
Noticing she wasn't close to explosion just then, I reached for the suction machine and beefed up the suction on both her clit and nipples a little more. Her cries of delight confirmed my hunch.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, announceing the arrival of my pizza. As agreed, I shoved Ashley in the hallway, obscuring her from the delivery person's sight. "Hush now," I advised. "We wouldn't want the delivery girl to know what we're up to."
I sauntered to the front door, met Sam, my delivery lady. Her dumbfounded expression betrayed her: "Hi, Jeff," she said, accepting the pizza. My intriguing companion was positively silent.
Sam presented the pizza and laughed, "Gee, I wish you'd do to me what you're doing to her. I would kill for an orgasm."
I leered. "Only if you can make it past my two-day limit. She hasn't had one for well over that stretch – more than my record. And that's saying something!"
Sam stared in awe. "Wow. She's holding up well, considering your... reputation. Tell her to savor when it finally comes."
I chortled.
"Gotta dash. More deliveries to make. We'll talk soon, maybe I'll brave your mastery over my sexuality." She gave me a charming smile.
I reciprocated and shut the door.
I transferred the cold pizza to the kitchen and returned to Ashley. I retrieved the fucking machine we'd played with several days ago. Her skin looked extraordinarily swollen, with her clit bulging from its usual position. The same went for her pussy – it was visibly engorged.
Once the dildo was in place, I disconnected the suction tubes from her nipples. After releasing the suction, I attentively massaged each constrained nipple, causing a pleasant reaction.
I then removed the vibrator and decided to switch the machine's settings. I'd gone from slow and steady to full thrust with a five-second interval for the past few minutes, but the slight delay kept her from finishing.
Now, the machine's full strokes would be slowed slightly, echoing a different pattern altogether.
Returning to the scene, Ashley was unquestionably close to climax despite the alteration. I fetched some tape and put a blindfold over her eyes. She objected pretty much immediately. A gag muffled her faint remonstrations as I silenced her complaints.
Now that she was blindfolded and gagged, I kneeled by her thighs. I snatched a paintbrush from the cart and began stroking her clit, pausing when the dildo halted and restarting when it resumed. It took less than a minute for her to lock down into a state of near orgasm.
I permitted a moment of rest. I then readjusted the settings, causing the dildo to pause halfway through each stroke. As I later found out, this act heightened her sensitivity as it made it trickier for her to cum.
After five minutes, I returned to her side and renewed the brushing on her clit. This time, though, I practiced a lighter touch so the delay would not imperil her climax as easily.
When her state of nigh-cumming returned, I switched to stroking her clit at every other opportunity, brushing twice during the machine's cessation, and rubbing once during the machine's full thrust. This caused her to writhe intensely and moan incessantly. Enduring the prolonged foreplay, she was thrashing and tugging at her restraints.
I switched tactics again: I rubbed her clit while the machine was in full activation. After two strokes, I paused the movement, teasing her more. She strained and moaned, but kept her composure.
Swapping back to a light brushing, I went at it for two strokes. Then, for a moment, the dildo ceased to operate. There, in her throes, she seemed to double her efforts. Her attempts to close the distance left her gasping, barely able to speak.
I continue with the same routine for another 20 minutes, alternating between patterns to keep her on edge. Finally, Ashley is begging for release. But it's lunchtime, so she gets a break.
I switch off the machine and undo her leg restraints. I'm concerned that her rubbing her legs together might worsen her craving to climax, so I put a spreader bar between her knees. I also add a clamp above her clitoris to keep it exposed and prevent it from retracting.
In addition, I place a collar around her neck with a D-ring in the front. I attach two short chains to the D-ring. I check the length of the chains and find they're just right. So I put a restraint on her left wrist, release her arm from the cart, and connect her wrist to one of the chains. I repeat this process on her right wrist.
Since the chains are slightly too short, she can't reach her genitals for relief. I remove the rest of the restraints and the blindfold, but keep the gag for now. With my support, she manages to stand up.
We walk inside and sit at the kitchen table. She's wobbly walking due to the spreader bar and the clamp, but with my help, she sits down. We silently eat our pizza, and I see she's uncomfortable, especially with the clamp in place.
To comfort her, I help her scoot her chair back and remove the clamp. She visibly relaxes when it's removed.
We watch TV in silence while she takes a break. When the episode ends, I inform her that she's close to the end of her session, and that I'll soon give her the orgasm she's been craving.
I return her to the table where we started, change the arm restraints, and secure her waist. I position her legs separately.
For the next 20 minutes, I use my mouth, tongue, and fingers to stimulate her. I'm eager to try a new idea, so I put two bars on either side of the table next to her belly. Each bar has a pulley at its end. I place two additional pulleys at the same point but under the table. I thread cables through each of the pulleys. One end of each cable is attached to a winch under the table, and the other ends are left hanging.
I move out of Ashley's view to prepare myself. I take off my clothes, put bondage cuffs on my wrists, and attach a connector to each D-ring. I wear a belt with D-rings around my waist. I lubricate my anal plug and insert it. I also put on a parachute ball stretcher around my testicles.
I return to Ashley, who's wondering what's happening. I explain, "It's the last tease, but this time, it involves me."
First, I connect my anal plug to a smaller version of the orgasm denial machine I've used before. I position myself between her legs and connect the two cables from under the machine to my parachute ball stretcher. I connect the other two cables to the belt around my waist.
I thrust my rock-hard erection into her begging vagina. I grind against her for a minute before almost pulling out. I start a 30-minute countdown on my phone and push a button on the app I developed. The winch starts, tightening all four straps, keeping me firmly back in her. My testicles are pulled slightly tighter, granting me a pleasant feeling.
I push in all the way and press another button where the winch tightens again. This time, I'm unable to pull out of her. I set the timer for 30 minutes with a 3-minute delay, and place my phone on the table. Finally, I connect the special connectors from my wrist cuffs to the belt around my waist, trapping myself on the table with my erection deeply buried inside her. END OF PARAPHRASE
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I struggle against the restraints, waiting for the three-minute delay to end. The cables loosen, and I rapidly thrust into Ashley. My orgasm swiftly approaches; I'm so aroused that I'm unsure how close she is. Abruptly, the straps tighten again, positioning me deep inside her while preventing me from moving. I moan in irritation when I hear Ashley moan the same.
This cycle repeats. I feel as though I'm only having sex with her for 20 seconds before being restrained, slowing down to extend the time. I'm left hot, sticky, and frustrated as I'm prevented from cumming while fucking. It appears to be insufficient to achieve Ashely's orgasm, even with her needy state.
A beep from my phone indicates that the 30 minutes are up. However, I'm not freed up as I anticipated; instead, it keeps me in place, causing me to fuck Ashley harder in a desperate attempt to cum. I ignore the freedom of my hands, relying solely on my movement to achieve satisfaction. Within seconds, I'm climaxing into Ashley, pressing my pelvis against hers. I can hear her panting as my orgasm progresses.
After consuming all my energy, I detach from Ashley and disassemble the restraints. I examine her pussy, noticing my semen trickling out. The clit appears very swollen, similar to its state throughout the three days.
I locate a vibrator under the table, plug it in, and place it on her clit. Ashley jumps from the sudden sensation and starts moaning loudly. I can't resist and slightly lift the vibrator a couple of times as she nears orgasm.
After some more teasing, I hold the vibrator firmly in position but lean over to suck on one of her nipples. Her orgasm commences. She screams as the climax spreads throughout her body, arching her back harder than ever before. I maintain the vibrator's position, allowing her orgasm to continue. Suddenly, her orgasm subsides. I consider giving her another but am too drained, so I remove the vibrator and turn it off.
I remove the various gadgets and assist her in leaving the table. When I release her from the table, I guide her into the bathroom to clean up. She requests that she may shower upstairs.
She declines the offer, heading directly to the bathroom. I dress myself, and when she reemerges, she puts on her garments, remaining silent. She requests her car keys. I hand them to her and query whether she intends to leave.
"Absolutely, as I promised, and you are now free to go."
I guide us upstairs and exit the house. She promptly strides to her car. I slowly close and lock the door, smirking. I proceed to the bathroom to freshen up.
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