Kitty Gets Vibed

Kitty walks in and the fear in her eyes is cute as hell. We tell her to get down. She does. Screw gun comes out and the first cuff locks her wrist to the bed frame. Click. Another one. Then both ankles. Four points, tight. She tests them once and realizes she isn't going anywhere. Fishnets stretch over her thighs when she tries to close her legs, but the cuffs hold her open. We push the gag between her teeth, buckle it at the back, watch the leather bite into her cheek. She makes a sound, muffled, wet. The vibe comes next, pressed right against her clit through the thin black mesh. We tape it there so she can't shake it off. Switch on low. She jerks. High. She arches. We walk away and leave it running. Every few minutes we come back, check the straps, turn the setting up one notch. Her hips start to roll on their own, fighting the cuffs, chasing the buzz. Sweat gathers under the fishnets. She tries to talk around the gag and nothing comes out right. The vibe hums, steady, cruel, patient. Her toes curl inside the cuffs. The bed creaks. She can't close her legs, can't push it away, can't do anything except take it. We watch. We wait. We turn it higher.