The muffled silence was driving me mad. Time was a concept that had faded long ago - it was impossible too tell if minutes had passed, or if the hours had just melded together. Between the pitch-black blindfold and noise-cancelling headphones, the only focal point I could reasonably hone in on was the vibrations in between my legs.

My whole body felt like it was lead. Even if it weren't for the tight ropes securing my limbs in place, any strength I had to move was completely zapped. It was likely by design, knowing you. Whatever remaining energy reserves I had left were focused on ensuring every little feeling generating from my pussy was felt in each cell I owned.

There was still plenty of fight when I first found myself strapped to your bed. I could hear your muffled chuckles, likely amused by the minute shifts in my hips - just enough movement for me to slide my pussy along the contours of the wand. Over time that faded, but by now I was dizzy from the cycles of needy restlessness and exhaustion, over and over again. Even when I tried to fight it, it was impossible. You might even say inevitable. No matter how stubbornly I fought, the treatment never failed to ramp me back up to the heights of my pleasure.

No matter how sore my clit became, I was eventually screaming for it to continue. "Please don't stop," I'd cry, tears soaking my face. And the moment my thighs tense and my breath hitches... By now I'd learned not to beg for more. I'd learned that that rush of disappointment would never end. I'd learned that no amount of bargaining or promises would change your mind.

By now, I'd learned that what I want doesn't matter. That regardless of what I want, your desires were mine. And so for the first time that night, my pleas changed. In a shaky and hrsitating voice, I begged, "Please keep edging me."

I had to bite my lip to silence my cries when the vibrator was suddenly jerked away, plummeting my body from 100 to 0. Despite the rising panic in my chest, I stayed motionless. It wasn't until I felt the pad of your thumb sweeping from my drenched hole to my clit, spreading the slick moisture, did I exhale the breath I didn't realize I was holding. Your sweeping motions picked up speed with each calming breath, and when my body went limp, the sudden sensation of you spreading my lips, exposing the hardened nub tensing immediately.

And then... A faint, cool breeze of air tickling my pussy and my clit. I wanted to weep, but the fear of regression kept the tantrum at bay.

By now, I'd learned that subservience was accepted, and anything less would meet your wrath.

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High ramblings written for a friend, using now bc I'm an attention whore.