Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
At that moment, I felt a sudden, unexpected sensation between my legs. I cried out as a low hum filled the air, and I understood a little more about the tormenting device into which Daddy James had strapped me. A buzz sprang to life, a vibrating nodule pressing insistently against my most sensitive areas. I gasped, my eyes flying open as the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
The stimulation was intense, focused directly on my clit and the entrance to my pussy. I squirmed helplessly, my hips bucking against the unyielding fabric. The constant pressure of the adjuster, combined with the relentless vibrations, quickly brought me to the edge of orgasm.
But just as I felt myself about to tumble over that precipice, the vibrations lessened slightly, keeping me balanced on the knife edge of pleasure. I whimpered, tugging futilely at the straitjacket’s restraints. My fingers flexed uselessly at my sides, desperate to reach between my legs and finish what the vibrator had started.
“Please,” I whispered into the darkness of my cell, though I knew no one could hear me. “Please, I need to come.”
The vibrator continued its merciless assault on my senses, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, only to cruelly deny me release each time. Sweat beaded on my forehead, trickling down my temples as I writhed on the narrow bed. The thin blanket had long since been kicked aside, leaving me exposed to the cool air of my cell.
“Please…” I whispered again, thinking of Daddy Daniel, willing that by some magic he might see, and he might have control of the adjuster, and he might give me a reward, because… because…
Because I want to be his good girl.
CHAPTER 20
Amy
It went on for what seemed like a whole hour. Every time I got close to orgasm, my lower body spasming, my clenching bottom cheeks bringing the lingering reminder of my whipping in the shower and only heightening my unsatisfied need, the release so close I could taste it… the buzzing would hold me just there for long minutes as I cried out with helpless almost-pleasure. Then it would suddenly stop, and I would sob with frustration as my body, helplessly bound in the awful adjuster, began to grow quiet, until the tormenting process began again.
I lost count of the number of times they edged me… the assessors, I felt certain, whoever they were, watching in some control booth deep underground, turning a knob with scientific precision in order to…
To adjust me.
I knew what it meant—of course I knew, deep down, and the knowledge only got stronger as the terrible ordeal of forced pleasure and sudden denial continued. Daddy Daniel: my fixation on him had created this ‘impasse.’ I had found an entirely new way to be bad, hadn’t I?
After an eternity of the edging, whoever’s fingers were twisting the control decided to do something different: a low-level vibration, gently moving up and down in intensity almost like a wave on a protected beach. It felt soothing, after a while, and above all it let my exhaustion finally take hold, so that I drifted off to sleep at last.
I awoke sometime later, disoriented and groggy. The low vibration between my legs had intensified, pulling me from my fitful sleep. My body felt heavy and sluggish, weighed down by exhaustion and the unyielding embrace of the adjuster.
As consciousness slowly returned, I became newly aware of the deep ache in my core. The constant stimulation, even at its lowest setting, had kept my arousal simmering throughout the night. Now, as the vibrations increased in intensity once again, that simmering need quickly came to an even fiercer boil than the adjuster had brought out in me before I slept.
I whimpered softly, squirming against the mattress. The movement caused the fabric between my legs to shift, pressing the vibrating nodule more firmly against my sensitive flesh. A gasp escaped my lips as pleasure shot through me, my hips bucking involuntarily.
The sudden surge of sensation brought with it a vivid dream-memory: Daddy Daniel’s strong hands on my body, his voice low and commanding in my ear. In my mind’s eye, I could see him so clearly—his ice-blue eyes dark with desire, his muscular form looming over me.
“Please, Daddy,” I whispered into the darkness of my cell, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Please let me come.”
As the vibrations intensified, pulsing against my aching clit, more fragments of the vivid dream came flooding back. I gasped as the memories washed over me, so real I could almost feel Daddy Daniel’s touch…
We stood in a vast, ethereal space that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions. Swirling nebulae and glittering stars surrounded us, bathing everything in soft, otherworldly light. Beneath our feet was a shimmering surface like polished obsidian, reflecting the cosmic beauty above.