It's dark... Except for the pretty lights that spin in front of her eyes. She can't look away even though she doesn't want to. She's lost track of time. Has it been 5 minutes or 5 hours? She doesn't have a clue. All she knows is the lights are so captivating. And she only hears lovely words continuously echo quietly in her ears.
She hears them but they don't fully register. Service, desire, mine, deeper, are the only words that touch consciously. Every time she hears them, they become even more true than a moment before. Every time she hears them, her pussy clenches.
She's never felt such arousal before but she cannot seem to cum. She longs to touch herself and take herself over the edge but she can't move her hands. Just as that thought of her captivity deliciously enters her mind, it just as delectably slips away, and she sighs. The light captures her attention fully again and the words continue to repeat. She doesn't even realize that she's begun to whisper.
He's been watching her strapped in the chair now for over an hour. She looks absolutely stunning held tightly there. The chair is of his own design. The headset and visor fits so perfectly over her head not letting in any other light or sound except for what he has programmed. Her arms are held in the position of surrender, mostly for the psychological effect it has. Her legs are on separate planes strapped securely, splayed wide open for stimulation and observation.
Her body glistens with her sweat and he smiles as he watches her hips struggle to move closer to the vibrating bullet that just brushes her clit between her open legs. She doesn't even realize that she's being instructed to move back just ever so slightly each time she feels she's about to orgasm. Just far enough to allow the fire to recede the tiniest bit until the urgency passes, then sliding back up until it's just barely felt. He wants her aroused by the programming and not by the touch of the toy.
He notes with pleasure that her nipples would cut glass if he held a pane to them, and the little bit of drool sliding from her lips is so adorable. This time, he's apparently gotten it just right. She's becoming what he desires. He hears her whisper, "I'm yours", over and over again as the programming drives her deeper.
He steps up behind the chair lightly brushing her hair away from her neck bending down to simply breathe there. Her scent wafts to his nostrils, sweet and spicy at the same time. He tenderly licks her skin tasting her. Simply wonderful.
She keeps repeating what she's been taught, keeping with the programming, but now there's a catch in her voice. She's aware of him. She's almost ready.
He moves between her legs and allows his eyes to roam her form, his erection growing more turgid at the sight. Her lips are ruby red and plump, her tongue flicking out occasionally to moisten them. Her voice is ragged with desire and she twitches within her bonds.
He bends down and lets his breath brush over a nipple. She immediately attempts to arch towards it, her voice growing a bit louder at the stimulation. He moves to the other and takes it in his mouth lightly tonguing it as he suckles. She moans deeply still trying to complete her mantra. He smiles at this and moves on to other succulent areas to torture.
He looks down between her legs and finds her labia blush red and swollen, her juices dripping from between them. His hand moves to slightly finger her entrance, just lightly teasing. He hears her gasp and she begins to beg between her programmed words. Just a simple "please" peppered here and there.
He smiles as she keeps moving in the direction he wishes. He just lightly draws his finger around and around her opening as her begging crescendos. If it weren't for the straps binding her to the chair, she would have impaled herself on his hand at the first opportunity. As it is, she struggles forcibly against them trying desperately to drive whatever is between her legs deep inside her channel.
