The moments when you realise, as you pull uselessly against the restraints, just how intense being forced to orgasm over and over again would be. Realising that the more you fight it, the more rewarding it is to see you overcome by unendurable ecstasy.
Unable to stop the constant vibration against your sex, unable to rock your hips to relieve some of the intensity, unable to see or say anything. You are simply locked within your own thoughts, thoughts solely of when the next orgasm will come and whether you’ll be able to take another… even though there is little choice.
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