Moving hurts.
My muscles strain from being suspended for hours. Sleep lulls at me, seducing me slowly, but each time I relax, my insides clamp tightly around that steady, unmoving intrusion inside of me. The plugs on my nipples scrape against the stand, sending bolts of pain and pleasure through my aching points.
I'm wet. Wetter than I've ever been in my life.
It is obscene, feeling myself trickle down my legs and not being able to put myself out of my misery. My legs shakes, body ever stuck in that state of arousal.
Something inside me wants out, violently. My body is teetering on the edge of something, my core drenched. I shake with the force of it. It is overwhelming, spiralling out of control.
Eventually, my eyelids droop shut and I fall into an uncomfortable, discomfited sleep. Awoken this time by the soft, silent click of the door.
My bones tremble. "Lucien?" I mouth around the gag.
