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In the sultry confines of her bedroom, a desperate woman writhed in a desperate state of arousal. Bound tightly by ropes that bit into her delicate skin, she was utterly at the mercy of the relentless vibrations pulsating against her most sensitive region. The vibrator, powerful and insatiable, buzzed with the tenacity of a hundred insects as it mercilessly worked her pearl.
The bound beauty was an unrecognizable woman as she approached the cusp of madness. Her once pristine bathroom was now a mess of towels and toys, evidence of her failed attempts at relief scattered about. With each passing minute, her body temperature rose, flushing her skin a rosy hue. She had scrubbed herself clean, but her excited juices made it hard to differentiate between real and imagined messes. The air hung thick with the scent of her arousal.
She sobbed as the vibrator teased her almost to the point of climax before retreating at the crucial second. Her pussy throbbed with the force of a heartbeat, a throbbing need that she was unable to slake. The hot need in her loins was reaching an unbearable level, a burning that made her hips buck up into the air involuntarily. Each time the vibrator left her, her pussy clenched rhythmically, grasping at what wasn’t there, begging to be filled.
Lowering her head down, she could see the effect her desperation was having on her body. Her nipples were a rosy, proud pink and diamond hard, just begging to be pinched. She did just that, wailing as the pleasure zinged directly to her sex. A new rush of wetness gushed from her body at the touch, soaking her thighs and dripping onto the sheets.
Perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through her veins, but she lacked the foggy haze that usually accompanied Edgeplay. Her mind was crystal clear, crystal clear enough to register each cruel pulse of the hours-ago forgotten toy. She thought that during these sessions, her mind drifted, like a boat in the ocean. But this was no blissful drift. She was a woman in purgatory, forced by her own hand to suffer a pleasure too intense to be classified as anything but pain.
Biting her bottom lip until blood welled, she focused on the tightrope of control. How much longer could she teeter on the precipice without falling off? The hours had stretched into a surreal amount of time, not yours or mine, but belonging to neither – an uncanny existence.
As Sorrow pulled away, she almost swore that their eyes met and lingered. Her breath caught in her throat. Any other time, she would be embarrassed to be caught in such a compromising pose. But now, she could only whimper needfully, unsure if her request for assistance had even registered through the ghosted traces of her expletives.
They could pull her out of this bind and leave. What delicious torment it would be to be left in this state; completely vulnerable, ankles tied by shock cords and hands pinned behind her back. The fear and humiliation of being left like this was unparalleled.
But as Rationality sought out help, her considerations grew fainter and her focus more intent. She was mere seconds away from screaming the entire complex down. Arcane humiliation, she had willed onto herself, but cruel pain that this level of pleasure had morphed into was another level. This kind of torment made her already sore body burn with an inexplicable heat. Her body had started shaking like a leaf but she refused to look away. She wanted to remember every detail so she could revisit the moment in her jerk-off fantasies after. With this new mental focus, she was a new woman – someone who could pour over every detail ofHotelHell and still cum hard from the fantasy of it.
