Static

Bobbi’s first bondage test hits its mark. The ties are spare but brutal. She stays upright in the cage while the straps bite deep, arms locked, legs spread wide enough to hurt. Sweat starts at her hairline and runs down her ribs. Every breath has to fight past the gag, and spit backs up until she chokes on it. She tries to swallow, fails, tries again. No one touches her. The room stays quiet. Just the slow rattle of her knees and the wet sound of her own throat. She lasts longer than I expect. Then the shakes set in. Her shoulders twitch, her thighs tremble, small muscles giving out one by one. The clock keeps running. By the second setup the quiet rule slips. I wedge a steel pole between her legs, push the thick dildo head flush against her cunt, then bring the Hitachi down on her clit. Both toys on at once, no break between strokes. Bobbi jerks hard in the cage. The static plan is gone. Vibration and thrust take over, and the room fills with the wet slap of her body against the metal. I finish the scene that way, wondering if the members will miss the silence or thank me for the noise.