I woke up. Apparently there was a morning. After this hot night, there were almost no traces on my body – I smelled of very tasty gels, creams … Probably, while I was disconnected, my body was pleasure from various hygiene products. The skin became softer, the tension slept, and all my delicate leads did not itch at all. Strange – the neck does not hurt, although I was in a very uncomfortable position. My back and neck smelled of massage oil – I was restored for the next sweet torture. I sat on the bed and thought about what happened. I was not connected, but I realized that most likely in this room I was yesterday. Yesterday … from some memories I was slightly aroused. I really wanted to! Another such torture … The room was locked. The windows were tightly closed, but the light penetrated through the glass into the room. Light red curtains, in tone of linen on the bed, closed part of the window. Having examined the room properly, I got up and went to the window. Yellow walls, a small black TV, next to it is a remote control, a beautiful wooden patterned bed, a soft pillow and a mattress, a fluffy carpet … and a nightstand. She was wooden, the same color with a bed, and with similar patterns. Interestingly, in it? A towel, wet napkins, a bottle of water, a plate of fruit … and a note. I took it in my hand and read it:
“Hello my dear, sweet girl! Remember yesterday’s night? I filmed everything, order! You would see how you moaned! What shots! What am I telling you? You look at it yourself! TV in the upper right corner. The disk is already there, look with pleasure! Today you have a vacation, do what you want! By the way, I left you a little surprise! Enjoy!”
A remote control with one button was wrapped in the letter, on which it was written “on”. I wondered what he was, but I was in no hurry to press. I decided to watch TV and took the remote control. The news was shown on the TV, on another channel-some kind of tearful film, on the next-a militant, then-a series … Some kind of nonsense. There is nothing to watch. After a little thought, I pressed the “DVD”, “OK” button. The film has begun. First darkness. Then the light turns on and I see myself. I hear my moans, I see what he is doing with me … My pussy flowed. I even regretted that I have a day off! I could no longer watch and turned off the TV. I wanted more torment! I decided to make a monk. I was in a bard lace underwear. I slowly stroked myself, climbed into the bra and began to stroke my chest with my hand and a papilla gloomy from excitement. I massaged my chest and began to descend below, sliding my hands on my stomach. I stroked my thighs, pulled off panties … Damn. Under beautiful lace panties, I sat on me the same, only iron, completely without holes. How will I masturbate? Oh no … Damn, how unlucky! And how will I go to the toilet?… I got up and began to twist the booty. Then I felt objects in my anus and vagina. The priest was long and ribbed, and in the vagina – small and oval. Some kind of tubercle also touched my clitoris. How I did not feel them before? Damn, I didn’t feel them at all! I sat on the bed and began to frantically fade a booty, but it did not help. Then I put my hands. And suddenly I realized that something was lying at me. It was a remote control! I pressed the button … Iron panties quietly buzzed, and all these objects vibrated and moved in me! I published a sweet moan of pleasure. My head was dizzy a little … I’m almost at the peak! Oh! At that moment I received an orgasm. My body was shaking in convulsions. Oh, how good it is! So I got a cloud of orgasms, and decided that I would have enough. I took the remote control and saw that there was only one button. I pressed it, but the vibrators did not turn off. I tried a few more times, but all my attempts were crowned with failure. Horrible! They cannot be turned off!
-So, this pervert wanted me to suffer all day here with these vibrators? – I said aloud.
-No, my dear. You yourself are to blame-you turned on the panties, is it not so?
-Who is there?
-Well, do you really think that I would leave my chick alone for the whole day?
My tormentor with a rope in his hands entered the room. I recognized him by voice. Now I know how he looks. I jumped up to run away, but immediately fell to the floor and clogged in convulsions – he increased speed. I moaned:
-Graceaatitis …
-Good, but on one condition – I will connect you and we will continue!
-No, just not that!
-Fine. Then I turn on the maximum and leave until the evening.
After these words, he took a different remote control, and moved the wheels until it stops up. I twitched like frantic, and yelled in the whole throat:
-I agree!!!
But the tormentor said:
-For the fact that you thought for so long, I will punish you – you will stay in these underpants while I bind you, and while we go to the bathroom! And no objections!
I wanted to insert something, but the wave of another orgasm again covered me, and I fell silent. He first tied my eyes and mouth. Then he tied my arms, legs, tied my chest, and then pulled it – and I stayed in a sedentary pose, with my hands tied to my feet. The man took me in his arms and said:
-As long as I carry you, you owe it with all your strength, as far as you can, turn the ass. I want vibrators to jump in you!
I began to move the booty. The vibrators frantically wiped through my passages, and I made a very loud moan. It was a moan of sweet torment. After that I turned off.
I woke up without panties, without a blindfold in my eyes. I lay, all in juice, completely naked, on some table. My tormentor has not yet untied me. I thought that they would probably be angry soon, but the steps interrupted the course of my thoughts.
-Well, we will have a shower?
Now I realized for what purpose they brought me here. And the man continued:
-First I will do something.
With these words, he took his hand from behind. In his big palm, something lay, gleaming from the yellow light of the lamp. It was a syringe! And the man came up to me and put his free hand on my knee. Since the legs were connected, or rather, bent in half and tied to each other, my crotch was clearly visible. He brought a syringe to my clitoris. I blurred and spun.
-Hey, quieter, otherwise it will hurt!
I stopped spinning, but began to mumble louder. He injected a pea of the clitoris needle. I was pierced by some strange sharp pain. A new feeling appeared-the needle was cold, it hurt me and somehow tickled. However, in comparison with my mine, the expression on the face of my tormentor remained unchanged. He took out a needle from a swollen clitoris and, as it were, explained his actions:
-This is a very good remedy. It increases the sensitivity and power of excitement, while it is impossible to get an orgasm.
I was in a daze. I was not funny at all, but about smiling, seeing the fear of my eyes. Pouring oil into the fire, he noticed:
-And it acts 12 hours.
This phrase brought me even more shock. And most importantly, he has already injected! However, the course of my thoughts was interrupted by another phrase:
-Now we will check – it should have already worked ..
With these words, he brought a finger to my pussy and slightly led the clitoris. I was jerked like a shock! I was terribly excited, and was ready to do anything, if only he touched again! I desperately how much the ropes allowed, I clogged, pushed my pelvis, twitched, my muscles on the ass tensed, and I yelled loudly. Through the gag, only a miserable moo was heard, but he understood what I want, and said:
-No, no, time has not come yet. First I will show you my creation – I did it specifically for you!
He opened the curtains, and an unusual bathroom appeared to my eyes. She was all plastic, transparent . The entire surface was ribbed. Instead of a shower, a pink penis with a hole in the head was attached to the wall. The bath itself was an unusual shape – like a large basin in which there is a chair. The chair, by the way, was like gynecological, only everything from the same material as the bathroom. And also ribbed! I really did not have time to consider all the wealth of this “gift”, since the tormentor took me in his arms and put me on this chair. The legs were placed, and if you turn on the “shower”, then the stream will fall directly onto the clitoris! From this thought, the clitoris again seemed to fade. I remembered the feeling of his touch. He, obviously understanding what I think, as if accidentally spent on my crotch again. Crap! Don’t stop, please! Please!
-One touch is enough for you to get excited very strongly – this is a huge plus of the drug!
I tried to fight excitement and drive thoughts from my head. Meanwhile, my tormentor tied me to a chair, thereby giving me a chance to leave or move. He once again touched the clitoris, who answered him with a grateful smack. No! Return your finger! Aaaa … the head is spinning. But he did almost nothing! How so? It seems that this of his drug really works!
While I was thinking, the man took an artificial penis in his hand and shook it, as if rubbish. Then he lifted it higher and turned on. A stream of warm water hit my stomach. The pressure was not strong, but felt. He lowered the stream lower and lower, twisted the penis in all directions … Stream threw it here and here – I was already all doused, but the stream did not hurt the clitoris. However, the tormentor apparently took pity on the home and lowered the penis. Since he was soft, he was thrown up and down several times. He took out to the clitoris! I was bent all. Clitoris, entrance to the vagina and anal hole were finally touched! However, the penis, calming down, shot not right on the clitoris, but next to it!
I desperately tried to move the ass to the side to get more pleasure. The tormentor, apparently looking at me, weakened one of the ropes so that I could move the ass towards the stream. He dragged on the second rope. Then he said what shocked me:
-Okay, play. I will leave you here until you finish.Meet after 12 hours!
This is part 2, if you liked it – write to the mail, I will send here 3!
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