Bondage Class


As it passes, the end of the whine escapes through my nose, and my
owner whispers yet again sweetness and smiles in my ear, “The motor
will turn on when you tug on the string, but only for one second.
Then,” I hear the grin widening, “it will shut off for four. Have
fun. Oh, and don’t move around so much.” The cover scrunches in my
ear again, also cutting off a sliver of light I was able to pry from
the tape.

I feel a gentle pressure and a soft snap as a switch is thrown. I give
a cautionary tug. I tingle. Not just my ass, but I tingle, as if
shocked. The lurch rocks the weights, and my chest is blazing with
erotic fire. The buzzing stops. Tug. Pull. Yank! Nothing. Buzz.