Chapter Thirteen: One Who Sees

The vibrating sensation in my core grew intensely as if matching the dominating eucalyptus scent in the room; even with my vision obscured by a silky blindfold, I could tell where he sat, watching me as I writhe in an attempt to escape the pleasure induced by innocent silicone shoved into unholy places.

My hands and legs were bound, yet not in the way I expected; not on the walls or bedpost but by a contraption that turned me into a sort of contortionist as it bound my left hand and left leg together, repeating the same for my right side; as such my core was left bare and under his utter mercy, yet all he did was watch.

“I ca-.”

I begin to utter, but he must have thought my ability to put words together was too much of a luxury, so he increased the vibrating speed of the rabbit pressed directly under my nub.

My legs tremble as I fight the tight contraption; I know that if I press my legs together, that if I change my position, the sensation will lessen, but a pleasurable echoing pu