I squirmed in my restraints, helpless against the intense waves of pleasure building inside me. The relentless device strapped between my thighs buzzed mercilessly, sending vibrations directly to my soaking pussy. Every time I thought I was about to reach my climax, it would stop, leaving me on the edge, aching for release.

I was tied spread-eagle on the bed, naked except for the leather collar around my neck and a pair of black stiletto heels still strapped to my feet. A red ballgag was stuffed between my lips, muffling my desperate moans. I’ve been like this for hours, maybe longer. Time had become meaningless as I was left at the mercy of this cruel setup.

The worst part? The vibrator was hooked up to a heart rate monitor. It could sense the exact moment I was about to cum and would stop, right at the peak of pleasure. Over and over, it kept me on the edge, my body writhing against the ropes, only to be denied every single time.

As the vibrator kicked in again, my body tensed. I knew it would end the same way, leaving me hanging just before orgasm, but I couldn’t help myself. The moans escaped me, my hips grinding into the vibrations, desperate for relief. My mind told me it was pointless, but my body refused to listen.

Closer. Closer. I could feel it coming. I tensed, my breath quickening. This time, maybe this time, I thought. Maybe it would malfunction, maybe I’d finally get the release I needed so badly.

But no. It stopped.

FUCK!

I screamed into the gag, my body jerking against the ropes in frustration. Denied again, my pussy throbbing, my mind fogged with lust. I slumped back against the bed, panting, on the verge of tears. How did I end up here, so desperate, so utterly helpless?

All I knew was that I needed to cum. And I would do anything for that release.