Karen slowly walked around her captive drinking in the lovely sight. After three full circles, she said, “Now my sexy helpless prisoner, I will give you something I learned a while back. It’s called the Ritual of Seven.”
She bent down and unbuttoned Raquel’s cheongsam exposing her pert breasts. She briefly rolled the stiffening nubs with her fingertips and Raquel felt as if an electric current had been applied. Goosebumps erupted along her exposed skin.
“First, restraint! Subject rendered immobile to prepare her for the next steps. Following is the denial of speech so the subject can only focus on herself. Next, exposure! Baring the subject’s flesh heightens the feeling of helplessness and sensitizes the skin for what is to come!” said Karen in an increasingly husky voice.
“Now I remove your sight, further preparing you for the sensations to come,” she said even as she covered Raquel’s eyes with a silken cloth.
Suddenly, Raquel felt Karen’s fingers slip into her panties and explore her vulnerable slit, “Next, stimulation! To add more sensations to the mix.” The intruding fingers continued to pry and poke and Raquel soon found her arousal doubled. But while she was getting used to this, a flash of pain erupted on her nipples. She grunted and groaned.
“Now comes the pain!” said Karen as she attached nipple clamps on Raquel’s already engorged nubs. Raquel writhed and twisted then made a tremendous effort to sit still so the clamps would not pester her further.
“Do you feel the heat, my dear? The pain? The pleasure? Now, we weld it all together into one molten crucible!” whispered Karen and throughout all the incredible sensations, Raquel could only focus one that one voice.
And then, something was slipped into her sopping slit. It felt small, but it made its presence felt as it generated vibrations that shot liquid pleasure into her groin. As she writhed, the nipple clamps reminded her of their bite so she tried to keep still. But the vibrations continued and intensified! Raquel was losing her control over her own body. The sensations of pain and pleasure were piling up.
Helplessness. Exposure. Sensations. Pain. Pleasure. All of these rolled over the bound girl like an avalanche scooping her up in its warm embrace. Her hands clenched and unclenched. Her toes curled. She panted and then let out a muffled scream as the assault became too much and her body convulsed with multiple orgasms.
“And so, the pleasure!” said Karen with an evil chuckle.
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I'm seriously considering giving this a twist, with Karen revealing a bit more of her darker side. Tell me what you think.
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