She was already naked when he pushed her down on the bed. Her wrists went into the soft cuffs first, pulled tight above her head and clipped to the headboard. Then her ankles, spread wide and locked to the footboard so her thighs stayed open no matter how hard she tried to close them. The rope came next, looped around her waist and under the mattress to keep her hips pinned flat. She tested it once and the restraints didn’t give an inch.
He held up the wand vibrator, thick and heavy, and taped it right against her clit with two strips of medical tape. The head sat flush, no escape. He plugged it in, turned the dial to the lowest setting, and walked out of the room.
The buzz started slow, a steady thrum that made her hips twitch. She cursed under her breath, trying to shift away, but the tape and the rope held everything exactly where he wanted it. Within minutes the low vibration had her wet and swollen. Her nipples tightened. She pulled on the cuffs again, harder this time, but they only creaked.
He came back ten minutes later, checked how soaked she already was, and turned the dial up two clicks. The sudden jump in power made her gasp and curse louder. Her thighs shook.
The orgasm hit fast and mean, her whole body jerking against the ropes while the vibrator kept buzzing straight through it. She tried to twist her hips sideways but the waist rope kept her center locked down. The pleasure stayed sharp and relentless.
“Fuck, turn it down,” she panted.
He just smiled and left again.
The second orgasm rolled in while she was still sensitive from the first. This one made her cry out, voice cracking. Her cunt clenched around nothing, dripping down onto the sheet. The vibrator never stopped. Every time the intensity stayed constant it pushed her straight into another wave before the last one had even faded. Sweat ran down her ribs. Her arms strained uselessly above her head.
He returned, wiped her face with a cool cloth, and cranked the dial up again without a word. The new setting was brutal. She screamed through the next climax, back arching as much as the restraints allowed. Her clit throbbed under the constant pressure, overstimulated and raw. She begged him to untie her, told him she couldn’t take any more, but he only checked the tape and walked away.
Time blurred. She lost count after the fifth orgasm. Each one felt bigger than the last because the vibrator never gave her a break. Her voice went hoarse from moaning and cursing. Her thighs trembled nonstop. Every few minutes another peak would crash over her, making her pull so hard on the cuffs that the bed frame rocked. The sheets under her ass were soaked through.
When he finally came back he turned the vibrator off but left it taped in place. She sagged, breathing hard, thinking it was over. Then he peeled the tape, moved the head lower, and pushed two fingers inside her while he turned the wand back on against her clit. The combination made her come instantly, harder than before, squirting around his fingers. He kept going until she was shaking and babbling nonsense.
He untied her only after she had gone completely limp and silent. Her wrists and ankles showed red marks from how hard she had fought the restraints. He rubbed them, kissed the inside of her thigh, and told her she had done well. She could only nod, still twitching from the aftershocks.
The next time he wanted to use the wand she didn’t argue. She just held her wrists out for the cuffs.
