No Choice But To Blow. Cold. Mechanical. Strict.

He sits in his chair reading a new book.

I’m naked and tied next to him on the floor, drool dripping from my gagged mouth and onto my chest. The vibrator has been been pressed to my pussy for nearly an hour - switching off each time I near an orgasm.

He’s holding the vibrator remote, keeping me on the edge of an orgasm. Keeping me on the edge of tears. The edge of sanity.

I whine through the gag. My desperate eyes on him, looking for relief and searching for mercy in his face.

He doesn’t look up. He turns the page of his book and the vibrator switches back on.

Relaxed. Clothed. Barely paying attention to me.

And yet, he is destroying my fucking world.

Hugs for anyone who secretly battling loneliness.

This position along with the race will be coming up for her!