"Do you think you should cum?"

Those words ring through your mind as you feel the intensity of the vibrator against your aching clit. Your arms tied above your head shake as the rest of your body shivers at the anticipation of the orgasm you so desperately desire, your legs unable to close around the toy to pull it closer.

"What do you think sir?" you whisper, using the last of your breath before you gasp to hold in your orgasm like you were told to. You wonder what I meant, since I had firmly reminded you who your orgasms belonged to at the start of all of this. "Please tell me sir..." you beg.

At this, you feel the vibrator pulled away, only to be replaced by soft fingers. Your hair pulled from behind you forces your head up, looking at the ceiling at your bound hands. That's when I explain to you your choice.

"This will be your last choice I will ask you to make. So you will make it a good one." I pause, walking around to stand in front of you, still with my fingers between your sweaty legs. "If you choose to cum, then I will make sure that you cum until you beg me to stop. You will come more times than you can count tonight. I will turn your brain into mush. You'll become nothing but an orgasmic plaything, doing exactly as you are told." I pause to let the thought of that sink in. Your body now on the edge of orgasm, begs you for release. "Or, you can choose no. In which case you will not cum. I will play with you for however long I desire; you'll be tortured on the edge, always wanting, but never being allowed to cum. And of course if your greedy little body did cum.... well lets just say that would not be pleasant for you."

I stand back, letting your body hang there, arms above your head, legs spread apart, clit dripping and leaky with need.

"So little one, which will you choose?"

Everyone must be 18 absolutely no exceptions.