Time Out
The woman stood with her eyes shut tight, tears on her cheeks.
She had designed and built the device, now she was its prisoner,
held captive by her own body.
She stood with her legs held spread, with her arms straight
out from her sides locked to cords extending to the
mechanisms on the walls. The waist and crotch straps held
the vibrator tightly in her cunt with bristles against and
massaging her clit.
She was wet with her own sweat. She had no idea how many
orgasm she had had, but wanted it to end. The vibrator did
not care what she wanted, it would keep her climaxing as
long as she did not stop it. And she could not stop it until
she freed herself. She was past wondering what would happen
if it never stopped.
All she had to do to free herself was to hold her arms out,
steady and not pull on the cords attached to the wall for
five minutes. Every time one of the cords was pulled, the
five minute timer was reset. If she held steady for the
full five minutes, the mechanisms on the wall would release
the cords and she would be free.
She felt sure she had been holding her arms steady for close
to five minutes. Then the sensations built up in her cunt
and clit and she knew she was approaching another orgasm.
As the feeling increased she fought to hold her arms steady.
She had to get free!
Her hips began moving in an uncontrollable dance as the
climax grew nearer. Still she held here arms steady. She
was in a race, the timer against how long could she hold off
the orgasm.
Then the orgasm hit her, he whole body going into spasm,
only held in place by the cords locked to her wrists. As
her arms jerked the cords, she moaned and fresh tears came.
She knew she was trapped for yet another cycle.
The woman stood writhing, struggling against her bonds,
sobbing, crying for the orgasm to end so the timer could
start and she could try again to free herself.
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