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“Do you enjoy being stuffed so full?” he whispers near my ear.
But before I can answer, the vibrator under my clit turns back on. I’d forgotten it was there.
I come again, my body writhing and bucking within my restraints as he pushes down on my hips to hold me in place over the unrelenting vibrations.
And as I come, he slowly pulls the beads out of my ass. My orgasm intensifies with each exit until it’s so intense I feel like I’m outside my body, unable to comprehend or sense anything beyond the vibrations and contractions inside me.
I’m still coming when the final bead releases from my ass. Both vibrators turn off, but my insides continue to convulse around the beads buried deep in my cunt, and I slump against the edge of the mattress, my legs no longer able to support me.
“Time for some attention to your upper body,” he says like he’s doing a job.
I don’t even try to nod, that effort seems like too much, and then I feel something new slip into my asshole.
I’m shocked to realize how much I missed the fullness there, and my ass pulses around whatever it is he put in there. I can feel a round disk of sorts outside my hole, keeping whatever it is—a butt plug?—from going too deep.
He ties the blindfold over my eyes again. I want to see him now, but I’m too spent to find the energy to speak.
He lifts me, and then lies me down on my back, putting a pillow between my neck and the bar that’s still holding my arms spread apart.
As my butt drops to the mattress, I feel renewed pressure from the butt plug, but it feels good and I press down slightly, pulsing my pelvis back and forth, which also moves the beads inside my pussy.
“I am attaching the ropes to the spacers at your ankles and wrists.” Zuben is using his instructional tone again. “Every time you move, you will feel the beads shift inside you.”
I lie still as he works, and feel two ropes draping over my body, then realize they’re the ones I saw at the end of the long string of beads he pushed into my pussy. He attaches them to the cuffs at my wrists, and then must tighten them, removing all the slack, because they lift away from my body, and I feel a tug on the beads. I shift my arms, figuring out how the ropes force the beads even more deeply inside me when I stretch within my bounds.
Lifting my separated legs slightly, I feel another tug as the beads shift. He attached ropes to the spacer between my ankles too.
While I experiment with slight movements, his hands relocate to my breasts, lightly caressing me, and my already hardened nipples tighten to sharp points. I tip my pelvis under his touch. The movement shifts the beads in my pussy and presses the plug deeper into my ass. I relish the pleasure, swiveling my hips as he fondles my breasts, and then he moves his mouth down to suck on one of my nipples.
Arching into the pleasure, I cry out and then pulse my hips up and down, shifting the beads inside me and marveling at how much pleasure Zuben is giving me without even fucking me. He hasn’t even hinted when, or if, he might actually do that—which is what I most wanted when we started. At this point, I don’t care.
His hands and his mouth continue to gently work on my breasts, and I start to drift on a sea of bliss, letting my spread knees bend and straighten, stretching my arms up, and each movement gently tugs on the ropes attached to the beads, moving them inside me in a delightful way.
This goes on for so long I can’t begin to guess how much time has passed, and then one of his hands shifts down my torso and finds my clit.
I buck up into his touch, and he murmurs softly, words I’m too overwhelmed to comprehend, and then his breath moves down my body until I know he’s positioned between my spread legs.
His mouth latches over my clit and he sucks there as he tugs on the ropes at the end of the beads, moving them gently.
Then, slowly he pulls a bead out.
Another orgasm slams into me, and my entire body feels involved as he continues to suck on my clit while slowly pulling out the beads, one by one. With each exit, my internal muscles rejoice with renewed contractions. Or maybe my muscles are mourning each exit. I can’t tell whether my body’s strong contractions are trying to pull the beads back in, or helping to push them out. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is my never ending climax, and all the intensely fabulous things that Zuben is making my body feel.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zuben
This woman has changed me.Profoundly and permanently. I’m filled with joy as I watch her climax, over and over as I give her pleasure—pleasure without pain—and without taking either for myself.
I know that this has been a lot of stimulation, and I am beyond grateful that she has not yet said the word baseball. Because as many times as she as climaxed over the past several hours, all I want to do is grant her more of them. If I could, I would keep her in a constant state of orgasm.
I’ve moved her onto her belly again, and I twist the butt plug partially lodged inside her, the third one I’ve tried, getting bigger each time. I would like to return her onto her back, but I’m unsure if her body will accept this particular plug deeply enough to allow that.
I may have overestimated her capacity. The plug is almost as long as my cock, which Iknowshe’s taken inside her, but not without pain, and the one section of this plug—the part not yet inside her—is almost as wide in diameter as Axel.
I add even more lube to her entrance and massage it inside her. Her hips rise off the pillows as she moans, her knees bending. The chains, which fasten the padded cuffs around her ankles to the spacing bar, clank as she tries to draw her legs together, then apart. But the bar, holding her legs widely open, gives her less than an inch of movement in either direction.
I did not know such devices existed before Ryker showed his purchases to me. I have discovered there are much safer options than the devices my Makers used to keep me immobile, and I love how Ember seems to have accepted the restraints. If she could fully move, if she could touch me, I would never have been able to maintain the control I have needed to give her pleasure without taking my own.
