Jessica woke up from a weird sex-dream with her ex, which had aroused conflicting and confusing emotions in her. The first thing she noticed was her pussy was wet. The second was that her new weighted blanket, which she had already fondly nicknamed “WB”, short for Weighted Blanket, was holding her down a tad too heavily.
She moved to shift it.
But she couldn’t. She couldn’t move, and WB wouldn’t shift. It was drawn up high up to her neckline, completely covering her arms by her sides, torso and legs, just leaving her feet bare. She could look from side to side, and wiggle her toes, but that was it.
As her brain froze in terror, she wriggled futilely trying to break free from WB’s grasp. She screamed out for help, but she lived alone. She hadn’t been dating for a while.
She couldn’t even reach her arms out from under WB to grasp her cellphone. She burst into sobs, and found her herself begging, “please please, let me go. Please WB”.
Almost immediately, she felt WB’s firm grip on her slacking. She caught her breath, and intensified her struggle to break free. As if in response, WB stiffened around her limbs, holding them tightly once more.