Imagine he has you in a spreader bar with wrist and ankle cuffs. You’re folded in half, legs high up in the air, immobilized, spread in a way that makes your pussy the center of attention. And he gives it so much attention. He rubs your pussy softly, lulling you into a false sense of security from his gentle touches, tracing your folds, parting them to show off your pretty clit. You’re wet, just for him. And he’s so good to you, so gentle, leaning down to kiss your pretty pussy, using his tongue to make little patterns against your sensitive skin, making you arch up against him and moan. He’s being so nice to you, making you feel so good. And then everything changes.
His fingers pinch your clit, hard. You gasp, eyes wide, pain shooting through your body. You jerk helplessly, wanting to move away from the assault. But there’s nowhere to go. He holds you open, spreading your cunt lips to show off that swollen, aching clit. Two hard flicks in a row make you wail and beg him to stop. He doesn’t listen. A skilled touch pulls your clit hood back, revealing more of your tender flesh than should be possible. More real estate for him to work with. You don’t even know where he got the vibrator from, but suddenly it’s on you. The highest setting, pressed with the lightest touch against your exposed clit. You don’t even have enough air left in your lungs to scream. The high-powered vibrations lightly meeting your clit is torture, worse than if he were to push the toy hard against your flesh because this is concentrated, specific, targeted. The barest connection point holding all of the sensation. You aren’t even aware that you’re wailing. Desperate, animal noises. Worthless struggles against his weight and hold. Tears streaming down your face. Your cunt dripping onto the bed. Finally, finally, he turns off the vibrator. Pulls it away from you. But he’s not done. Because what comes next is so much worse.
A tiny, metal clamp. Angry jagged teeth and an adjustable screw that makes the tension bespoke. Whispered objections leave your lips desperately, but he doesn’t care. His fingers come back to pull back your clit hood, your eyes widening in sheer terror when you realize his intentions. There’s nothing to buffer against the cruel, cold metal as it crushes your throbbing, swollen clit in between its jaws. The scream that leaves you is earth-shattering. He laughs and gives the clamp a hard flick. It sends shockwaves through your body. Then he attaches a wire to the clamp, connecting it to an electrical box, and ice-cold understanding shoots through your body. You’re not going to survive this.
He turns the dial on the box, and your clit jumps in response to the current. It’s pain, it’s torture, it’s pure, unadulterated sensation that drills deep into your nerves and holds you hostage. He turns the dial more. Your body breaks. It’s not an orgasm; it’s a forced eruption. A gush of fluid explodes out of you, coupled by the worst sound you’ve ever heard. It’s you. It’s inhuman, incomprehensible. It doesn’t stop. The current keeps coming, your body keeps breaking, and finally, your mind does too.
Note: I haven't written anything short in a while and clearly it shows because wtf is this... (I'm kidding, I love this)... And I promise he gives the best aftercare when it's over 🫶
