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Trapped
(B.D. Howe)

Her instructions had said this was to keep her "occupied and completely oblivious to who was in her apartment", and it was working. The only thing she could smell was the leather of the hood, and the only thing she could taste was the latex of the huge dick filling her mouth. Of her five senses, touch was the only one she could use.

The vibrator made sure that she was completely focused on touch.

She came as soon as she clicked the final cuff closed, trapping herself completely.  Despite the fear and pain, she had been desperate to come all morning, and feeling her last bit of freedom vanish with the cuff ratcheting closed was all it took to drive her over the edge.

She should have held off as long as she could have.

The orgasm was incredibly intense; every muscle in her body went rigid as her muffled cry of pleasure echoed in her empty apartment. Within seconds, her cry of pleasure turned into a muffled scream of desperation. She had come, but the vibrator continued to do its job, stimulating her clit without mercy.

The orgasm continued, growing more intense than she could stand. Amber started thrashing in her bonds, trying to get the vibrator off her clit. No matter how she jerked and thrashed on the bed, the wand remained tightly strapped to her leg, torturing her with a pleasure far too intense to take.

Amber was screaming almost continuously now, trying to beg around the dildo for someone, ANYONE, to help her, to please make it stop. She had forgotten about the clothespins, her plight as a self-made blackmail victim, a toy for some anonymous person to play with; her entire being was consumed with the desire to GET. THE. VIBRATOR. OFF. HER. PUSSY.

However, she was trapped, and there was no one there to help her yet...not that they did when they finally walked in an hour later.