"What's with that look? Regretting your cockiness already?"
Monica bit her lip. Yes, there was a nervous flutter in her stomach, but there was no way she'd admit it. Not after she had boasted so much. "No, just getting a little bored here. Does it always take this long to tie people up?"
Claire finished the chest harness with a sharp pull on the ropes that made Monica gasp in surprise. "I like to do things properly. And you want to look pretty, don't you? But don't worry, the rest is only going to take a second. I'll even throw in a little spice just for you. Can't have you get bored on my watch."
Monica struggled to keep her breath steady as Claire grabbed her arms and roughly folded them behind her back so her lower arms lay on top of each other. This wasn't the fumbling roleplay she had engaged in a couple of times; Claire really knew what she was doing. Well, of course she did. She was doing this for a living after all.
It was thrilling, getting to see her craft first-hand. The chest harness was surprisingly unrestrictive, but even so the smooth ropes rubbed against her skin with every little movement, making sure she wouldn't forget their presence. It was a pity there was no mirror in the room. What little she could see of the harness was nice enough, but she was sure that the whole thing looked stunningly sexy on her.
What the harness lacked in restrictiveness was more than made up for by how tightly Claire wound the rope around her arms. Monica's heartbeat quickened as the realization sunk in that there was absolutely no way she'd get out of these bonds on her own.
"That's a lot of rope you're using there. Are you that afraid that I might break free?" Once again Monica managed to sound a lot more confident than she actually felt. It was a great skill to have, even if it tended to get her into trouble.
"No, just making sure you feel what you've gotten yourself into." Claire finished the final knot. She checked one last time that it was completely impossible for Monica to separate her arms, before she pulled on the ropes, making them go as far up as possible, until Monica's shoulders started to complain.
Still keeping Monica's arms in place with one hand, Claire reached around and cupped Monica's breast with her other. "Last chance: Do you take it back that you're a little bored?"
Monica's breath caught. She had of course known that Claire was going to touch her rather intimately as part of this little game, but it still came as a surprise to be groped so casually. Claire's fingers were rough, likely from working with rope all the time, but it was immediately clear that she knew how to grab a woman's breast to maximize the impact. Monica's chest wasn't even that sensitive, and she still felt the heat rise up as Claire's nimble fingers dug into her soft flesh, sneakily trapping her nipple between her knuckles.
"You wish." Was it smart to provoke Claire even further? Hell, no. But Monica couldn't help it. She had lost her freedom of movement, so she had to prove in other ways that she still felt in control.
Claire didn't rise to her taunt. She just threw the ropes connecting Monica's arms over her shoulders and wrapped them tightly around the base of her breasts. "That should help against the boredom."
Monica immediately realized her predicament. Her lower arms were forced up unnaturally high behind her back, but if she tried to give her shoulders some rest, she invariably pulled on her breasts. Maybe this was the reason Claire had kept the harness comparatively harmless. It was just a pretty attachment point for the real ropes.
There was no way she was going to get bored now, that was for sure. As least this rope was a lot softer than the one for the harness, so she wouldn't risk any rope burns as long as she didn't struggle too much. That was only a small mercy, though, when her breasts already throbbed under that restrictive pressure. She trusted Claire that there would be no problems with the circulation, but it already felt like her boobs were crushed by the rope, and every little movement of her arms translated to another pinch.
"Time for the main event." Clair put her hands on Monica's shoulders and gently but firmly pushed down. Monica did her best not to move her arms too much as she got onto her knees and sat down on the padded half-cylinder that had started this whole madness.
A sybian. Hyped up as this crazy intense sex toy that could apparently vibrate you much more intensely then even the best magic wand. At the same time too expensive and too bulky for the average person, but as a professional domina, Claire was no average person.
She had told Monica about how incredibly powerful this machine was, how it gave even her most hardcore clients a run for their money, and how most people didn't even make it through five minutes on that thing. Of course Monica had to boast how she could easily do ten. After all, she abused her own vibrators so much that it had become almost impossible for her to get off without them. One might consider that a problem, but it did give her confidence that she wasn't talking completely out of her ass. Claire had immediately challenged her hubris, and that was how they had ended up here.
Claire ran a new set of ropes over Monica's thighs, making it completely impossible for her to raise her crotch from the sybian. The machine had a little rubbery ridge on its top, at the perfect spot that Monica had no choice but to rest her pussy right on it. There was also the inbuilt option to mount a dildo, but thankfully Claire hadn't been that cruel. This was going to be hard enough as it was. And that little bump where the dildo was supposed to go was already far too distracting with how it rubbed against Monica's sensitive entrance. God, was she really this wet already?
"Any last words?" Claire asked as she picked up the control.
"Do it!"
It wasn't just bravado, faked or otherwise. Monica's stomach was clenching painfully in anticipation. They hadn't even started, and already she was getting far too hot and bothered for her own good. Being strapped this helplessly to this unyielding machine fucked her up more than she'd have dared to admit.
"Okay, ten minutes. Counting from... now."
Monica let out an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek. Fuck, this was intense! She was used to vibrators of all kinds, but this was something else entirely. The thing was ridiculously loud, roaring like a plane about to lift off. The whole room shook as it rumbled on the floor. If not for the ropes holding her in place, Monica might have fallen off immediately just from the shock of how much this thing moved beneath her. And that didn't even begin to cover the devastating effect it had on her pussy.
That little ridge drilled into her most sensitive spots with such powerful vibrations that at first they registered as pain rather then pleasure. Monica strained against the ropes as her body acted on instinct, trying everything to get away from these overwhelming sensations. However, Claire's rigging had no give, and all her efforts only agitated her throbbing breasts even more as she pulled on their ropes.
"Easy there. Don't forget to breathe."
Maybe Claire was mocking her, but even so it was actually good advice. Monica forced herself to take slow, deep breaths. It did calm her down a bit, and the mind-boggingly intense vibrations lost a bit of their edge, but it wasn't clear if that was a blessing or a curse.
With the shock of the violent start behind her, her body immediately attuned to the machine. It was conditioned to equate vibrations with pleasure, and it was all too happy to have so much of them to work with. Her pussy almost got numb from how strongly this ridge drilled into every little part of it, but at the same time she already felt the familiar tension building up between her legs.
Claire had to shout to make herself heard over the roaring of the sybian. "I have to say, I'm impressed. Most first-timers beg me to stop barely half a minute in."
Monica totally got it. The machine was relentless, giving her not even the tiniest break as it ripped far too much pleasure out of every nerve in her pussy. Her own weight worked against her, pressing her down further onto this crazily vibrating ridge. If she strained all the muscles in her thighs, she could lift herself up a little bit, but it was incredibly exhausting, and even then she couldn't escape the worst of the vibrations. If she hadn't desensitized herself this much, she too would be begging for mercy already.
"Told you I could do it," she shouted back. Now that she had made it through the initial shock, she actually enjoyed the intensity. It was such a rush to have her pussy get completely overwhelmed with pleasure. Despite there having been barely any foreplay, she was already getting close. Who needed a gradual buildup when you could simply short-circuit your nerves and jump right to the good stuff?
"Getting close already?" There was a little giggle in Claire's voice.
Well, Claire could laugh at her all she wanted. Monica didn't care, as long as she could keep feeling this amazing. She closed her eyes and got ready to let a short, but all the more explosive climax sweep her away.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. You're barely four minutes in. If you think it's intense now, just wait what it's like after you've come."
