So tight

My hips bucked against my will, legs trembling as the electric tease sparked through me, relentless and precise.

A choked moan vibrated in my throat, the tape muffling it into a pitiful hum as the toy amplified the pleasure from the first, pushing me further into a haze of raw, exposed nerves.

I felt every pulse, every tremor, my body a live wire under her command.

"You can't hide how much you like it, Kaori," she whispered, her voice dripping with satisfaction, her hazel eyes glinting with cruel delight.

She stepped back, admiring her work for a moment, then picked up the third vibrator—the ridged one—and moved behind me, out of sight.

My heart pounded, a frantic rhythm against my ribs, and I tensed, every muscle locking up as I braced for what came next.

She didn't rush.

Instead, I felt her hand first—gloved, cool, and firm—slapping my ass lightly, the sting a playful contrast to the toys already working me over.

"Let's see how much you can take," she said, her tone a velvet threat.

Her fingers brushed against my ass, tracing the curve with a featherlight touch that made me shiver.

She lingered there, teasing, circling the tight ring of muscle with a fingertip, the latex of her glove smooth and slightly slick from whatever she'd coated it with.

The sensation was strange, ticklish at first, then maddening as she pressed harder, testing me.

"So tight," she mused, her voice low and amused, and I felt the tip of her finger push in—just barely, enough to make me gasp through my nose, the intrusion sharp and unfamiliar.

She didn't force it deeper, just worked the tip in and out, slow and sensual, the rhythm a taunting mimicry of what was to come.

My body tensed, then softened against my will, the teasing coaxing a response I couldn't suppress—a faint, shameful heat spreading through me.

She added a second finger, the stretch more pronounced now, and I squirmed, the leather straps creaking overhead as I shifted uselessly.

The vibrators already inside me buzzed on, relentless, and the added pressure behind me layered the sensations into something overwhelming, a chaotic symphony of pleasure and discomfort.

She twisted her fingers slightly, scissoring them just enough to make me feel it—make me aware of every inch she claimed—before pulling them out with a soft, wet sound that made my face burn under the tape.

"Good girl," she purred, and I hated how her praise sank into me, mingling with the fear.

Then I felt it—the third vibrator, cool and slick, its ridged surface brushing against my ass where her fingers had been.

She didn't push hard, just teased the tip against me, the vibrations a low, thrumming pulse that sent a shiver racing up my spine.

"Oh, this'll be fun," she said, her voice thick with anticipation.

She slid it in slowly, just an inch at first, the ridges catching faintly as they passed, amplifying the sensation—strange, full, overwhelming.

I gasped again, the sound trapped in my throat, and she paused, letting me adjust to the shallow intrusion before nudging it a fraction deeper.

The buzzing settled there, subtle but insistent, a new thread of pleasure weaving into the others, flooding my senses until my thoughts blurred into static.

She stepped back around, slapping my ass lightly—playful again, but it jolted me, the toys shifting with the movement, sparking fresh waves of sensation.

"There we go," she said, crossing her arms under her chest, the latex creaking as she tilted her head to survey me.

"All dolled up and humming for me. Be good now, hmm?"

Her masked grin loomed in my vision, sharp and triumphant, a predator savoring her catch.

The vibrators kept going—one deep inside my pussy, pulsing against my core, relentless and warm; one strapped to my thigh, its bulbous head teasing my clit with maddening precision; and one in my ass, its shallow, ridged length thrumming with a pressure that pushed me past any limit I'd known.

My body shook, sweat beading on my skin, dripping down my spine in slow, humiliating trails.

My legs quivered, barely holding me up, the straps overhead groaning as I swayed.

I couldn't tell where the fear ended and the pleasure began—shame burned in my chest, a tight knot of shouldn't—but the sensations drowned it out, dragging me under a tide I couldn't resist.

Every nerve sang, every pulse of the toys chipped away at my resolve, and I was hers—trapped, buzzing, and losing myself one shuddering breath at a time.