I awake to you finishing putting cuffs on my legs. My brain is groggy, but my body is awake. You start by asking me questions about how I’m feeling and what plans I had for the day. I answer slowly still waking up. I’m watching as you attach the spreader bar to my legs, making sure they’re spread as far apart as possible.
“Hands,” you demand.
I give you my hands which you tie to my thighs, leaving me immobile. I shift and use it to show you that I can’t escape. You reach for the bedside table and pull out the wand, but you leave it sitting beside me. Your head gets closer and closer to my clit and I know I’m in for a morning of torture. I was already on edge because you used me last night and kept me from cumming. I remember you chuckling at my begging. I should have known I was in for it. You start edging me, making sure to ask me questions in between my moans. I answer as best as I can. Tasting me, taunting me, torturing me. You stop asking me questions for a second but continue to bring me closer and closer to losing control. I hear you turn the wand on and bring it slowly to my clit. Your dark chuckle rings in my ears. You start your assault of questions again.