My legs are bound, spread wide apart, my feet elevated above me as I lay on my back. My arms, similarly, are securely tied, spread wide. A slight shift in the cool air makes me all too aware of how very vulnerable I am; every single sensitive part of me is exposed, the firm ties ensuring I have no way to hide them.
With a silk blindfold cutting off one sense, I strain to hear any hint of what might be coming, but the soft static pumped through the noise-canceling headphones leaves little hope of that. A shiver runs through my body as reality sets in: I have no idea what She’s going to do to me.
We negotiated beforehand, of course. I have my safewords, and She knows my limits. But there is a lot that falls inside those limits…
A soft touch makes me jump, a single nail lightly tracing its way down my outer thigh, down a calf, to - fuck - the sole of my foot. It lingers there, lightly dancing, sending intense signals somewhere between pleasure and pain without mercy and-
Another touch, the other leg, a finger tracing a similar pattern down. The nail is still working one of my sensitive soles as the finger mimics it on the other foot.
I scream into the gag as the sensations relentlessly build, but my scream is cut short as a third hand runs up my side.
Terror grips me initially, but quickly subsides as the latest appendage traces its way to my breast. Whoever this is, I reason, She must have approved of them. I’m in good hands… oh my gods it is so hard to think as a fourth hand joins in to softly torment my sensitive nipples.
My body begins to shake. The hands are merciless.
A fifth and sixth join in, running from my wrists up towards my underarms. Fuck. I feel my mind swinging from joy to terror to submission so quickly it makes my head spin. She knows every single weak point and now so do at least two others and I can’t do anything to stop them.
I pull against the bonds uselessly. I squirm. I scream. They don’t stop. I beg. They don’t stop. The intensity builds, I have no way to escape this. They don’t stop.
Another pair of fingers trace up and down each side of my neck. I plead. This is too much. I love and hate it. They don’t stop.
More fingers, this time at the tops of my thighs.
I can’t take it. I have no choice but to take it. They don’t stop. My body is shaking. I can’t stop thrashing and twisting against the bonds. They don’t stop. I’m screaming incoherently, begging for just a moment of relief. They don’t stop. They don’t stop.
This is bliss. This is hell. There’s no escape. Why would I want to escape this? Fuck it’s too much, I can’t take it. I don’t want it to ever stop. There is no sign of mercy even as my screams turn to sobs and back to screams. Any one of these would be borderline too much to handle.
They don’t stop.
Published on 2026-10-30