"The illusion that you are resisting me is your last fig leaf."The illusion that you are resisting me is your last fig leaf. I'm not going to allow you even that shred of dignity. Tonight I'm going to make you admit you want everything I do to you. I'll even make you beg for more. You'll voluntarily give up even the illusion of resistance. Drawing on my fine command of the english language, I said nothing. He got out that wonderful little vibrator and put it in me and chained my wrists to the bedposts. While I was squirming on the bed he ran ropes through the eyes in the ceiling and pulled my ankles high in the air and wide apart. My rear end was nearly pulled off the bed. He went to work on my rear opening with another lubricated vibrator, beginning by working his fingers into my opening until I was relaxed enough to accept it. With nothing to press against, it was hard for me to stimulate myself. My squirming became more and more frantic. I remember thinking that this isn't exactly going to wrench a confession from me. I just got hotter and hotter. He pressed against the front of the vibrator, helping to bring me closer to a climax. He watched me very closely, alternately pressing and waiting, pressing and waiting. I came to the very edge of an orgasm. I was teetering at the very top, panting and heaving. I held my legs straight. My thighs were quiver- ing, I flexed them so hard trying to come. "I'm not going to let you have an orgasm until you beg for it," he said. He took out a small bottle and held it up. |