Fell For The Trap

Lora eases the bluetooth vibrator deep inside her and the ropes come next, wrapping tight until she's cocooned in the cords from shoulders to ankles. She lies there helpless, every limb pinned, every movement denied. The gag slides between her teeth and buckles hard, stuffing the sounds before they start. From the desk across the room the remote sits in easy reach, and the teasing starts in slow pulses that climb and drop without pattern. She arches against the bonds when the intensity spikes, muscles straining, eyes wide. The vibrations drill through her and all she can do is take it, locked down and leaking onto the sheets while the hours drag on. Every stolen glance at the screen promises another jolt, another cruel wave that builds and backs off again, leaving her soaked and desperate in the silence.