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Test subject: 102

Following 40 minutes of high-intensity stimulation from the self-regulating vibrator, the subject remains unable to orgasm, indicating that the strength of the orgasm-blocking pill (herein referred to as Climex12) is more potent than expected. 

While the subject had previously experienced the effect of Climex12 during a study into its impact on masturbation, she had further requested to administer the automated wand to herself during this study. Due to the intent of use for Climex12, having the subject be in control would not only not allow for the highest intensity of readings to be performed, but it would also lack ecological validity. 

A ball gag had to be applied due to excessive screaming and begging; this should be noted due to previous studies with subject 102, which have shown that she is relatively quiet throughout experiments. This may further indicate the potency of Climex12 when used with the self-regulating vibrator. Readings show that the vibrator is now at its highest level of stimulation. The combination of this wand, designed solely to regulate and pinpoint the precise levels for generating maximal pleasure and administering intense orgasms, along with Climex12, is causing a heightened state of anguish. 

While the precise length of time for Climex12 to wear off and allow the vibrator to induce climax is unknown for this higher level dose, past experiments estimated a maximum time of 90 minutes. Judging from the subject’s responses, she is currently trapped on the verge of orgasm and being held there. I hypothesise that this intensity level will cause Climex12 to weaken and the vibrator to induce orgasm before the 90-minute duration. Currently, however, Test subject 102 has been held at that point for the last 22 minutes and still shows no sign of the drug wavering. I will continue the examination. 

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Keep those arms and legs spread for him. You will only use one hand to explore your desire, leaving the other arm and legs outstretched, feeling those restraints holding you in place for him to take you as he desires. 

First, tease yourself as you imagine yourself restrained, those fingertips trailing in such soft, slow circles around your so incredibly aroused little entrance. How you want to feel those fingers penetrate you deeply, to feel the power of his hands envelop your sex. Keep teasing it, circling that tight hole which will soon quiver for so much more. 

Once it truly can’t handle such teasing, slide those fingers up and down the sides, letting them trail along the lips of your sex. Even from just 5 minutes of this, it feels unending, a need so bad that it draws the deepest desperation from you.

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The first orgasm was just to make her more sensitive to what was in store, to make sure that when she unsuccessfully attempted to pull her hips back and away from his touch, she’d fully realise just how helpless she was. The thought of not being able to pull away once the water was thrashing against her sex made her body surge with desire, even during the afterglow of her first orgasm. All those times using the shower head in her bathroom to pleasure herself would pale in comparison to this, to finally be made to push past those moments of over-sensitivity. 

The minutes it took for him to manoeuvre things into place felt like hours to the unbearably aroused young woman, fit to bursting with anticipation and dripping wet, her pussy still tingling from the fingertips that had already lavished it with so much attention.

Without warning, the streams of water hit like a whip, jets of focused stimulation that seemed designed just to stimulate and torment all at once. Her gasps could not be heard over the sound of the water smacking against her sex, slapping hard as if trying desperately to penetrate that tenderness. To have so much pressure forcing against her most delicate place should have been painful, yet it was an indescribable pleasure that teetered along the line of being too much and not enough at the same time. Whereas when she played in the shower with the faucet, she could control the force and accuracy to some degree, here she had to endure an unchanging torrent of power that would not relent, making her both anticipate and fear how it would feel once she came, her already hypersensitive clitoris wanting so much more protection from the stimulation. Her hips didn’t know what they wanted to do, whether to rock up and down to attract the attention closer to where needed it in a bid for the climax she craved, or whether to try and pull away and stop the torrent of sensations. 

Once the whip-like jets of water-focused their attack more directly on the innermost regions of her sex, the orgasm, which was so slowly building up seemed to leap upon her. Like having her pussy constantly slapped, the sensations were all her mind could maintain any focus on, an unrelenting, pleasure-filled, stinging impact that would cause for an orgasm to be the only possible outcome her body could comprehend. Partly due to the strict constraints of her bondage, the orgasm was the most intense she’d ever experienced. To be so wholly immobilized while experiencing sensations of pleasure that made her every muscle tense up, that made her want to curl up and protect her sensitivities, made it all the more agonisingly erotic; it was everything that she’d ever hoped it would be. Of course, the torrent did not cease for a second. Striking her clitoral region like a million thrashing tongues, her thighs strained to conceal herself from the onslaught to no avail. Never before had she felt so completely exposed. 

More intense than the roughest touch of a lover, the water showed no mercy to her delicate flower. At least when in the shower she could at the very least change the setting on the faucet to give herself a little respite. All she could do here was scream and cry out that she had come, though the man in control of the faucets knew that she wanted so much more. With her legs shaking uncontrollably, she strained against the bonds, both reviling and relishing the captivity as the water continued to wreak havoc against her sex. The problem for her would be that it would take a while for it to truly feel painful. Until that time, it would force another few orgasms from her trembling body. From then on, she’d never be able to have a shower without thinking of these moments. 

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When you masturbate, think back to those things you dream and fantasise about. The way you can almost feel the vibrators humming mercilessly against your body, the way your nipples and clitoris are so cruelly focused on. Think of how much you pull on the restraints and how much you scream out, how much your body is explored and just how vivid it all is. Though most importantly, when you come, think exactly of how the pleasure never stops, how they keep those vibrators pressing tight to you no matter how much you shudder and writhe, then just keep going. 

A position she’d always wanted to be in, to know that she was helpless to their impulses. It wasn’t merely their fingers and mouths however that caused her nipples to be so achingly hard and her pussy so wet. It was the fact that she understood just how well they knew her body so intimately inside and out. The knowledge that they both knew just how it felt, and that they’d keep at it until she was screaming for them to stop. Knowing that they’d maybe even keep playing with her past that point made her body pulsate with arousal even more; after all, they knew just what her body really desired.

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