RCT Sexual Tensions

Phoenix sits strapped in the homemade electric restraint chair, blonde hair falling over the rims of her glasses. She is already wet, but the straps keep her from doing a damn thing about it. Her partner flicks the control and her thighs twitch hard against the cuffs. Every pulse keeps her right on the edge, never over. She strains forward, wanting more, knowing she won’t get it. The denial is deliberate, the teasing endless, and the longer it drags the more she drips onto the seat. Blonde, bound, and burning for what she can’t have.