Day 8: Forced Orgasms
The soft hum of the vibrator filled the room, blending with the sound of pages being turned as Miranda sat at her home office desk, calmly reviewing the latest edition of The Book. The polished wood of the desk gleamed under the dim light of the lamp, creating a serene, almost clinical atmosphere in contrast to the scene unfolding just a few feet away.
Andrea was tied up, her body trembling and slick with sweat, every inch of her skin hypersensitive from the relentless vibrations between her legs. She was bound to a Sabian, her wrists fastened tightly above her head, her ankles secured to the machine's base, holding her in place. A thick gag was strapped around her mouth, muffling the desperate moans and cries that tried to escape her lips.
The vibrations were constant—no respite, no relief—and the buzzing intensity sent wave after wave of pleasure crashing through her body, leaving her trembling, gasping for breath behind the gag. She had already come so many times, her body worn and overstimulated, but Miranda wasn't finished with her yet.
Miranda, for her part, appeared completely unbothered by the scene. She sat calmly at her desk, flipping through The Book, making occasional notes with her red pen, as though the sight of Andrea bound and powerless, her body writhing and trembling under the relentless pleasure, was just another part of her evening routine.
Every now and then, Miranda would glance over at Andrea, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she watched her squirm, her hips bucking helplessly against the vibrator pressed between her legs. Andrea's body was flushed, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths as she tried to keep some semblance of control. But the vibrations were too much, too intense, and she was quickly losing herself to the overwhelming sensation.
Miranda crossed her legs, her posture perfect as she tapped her pen lightly against the page she was reviewing. "I expect you to hold it together, Andrea," she said calmly, her voice filled with quiet command. "I have a lot of work to get through, and I don't want you interrupting me with your little… distractions."
Andrea's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred with tears as she looked over at Miranda, her heart pounding in her chest. The vibrator between her legs buzzed incessantly, sending jolts of pleasure through her that made it impossible to think, to focus on anything but the sensation. She wanted to cry out, to beg Miranda for mercy, but the gag in her mouth stifled her pleas, leaving her with no choice but to endure.
Miranda's gaze flickered back to The Book, her pen moving fluidly across the page as she made another note. "You've already come so many times, darling," she murmured, her voice soft but laced with amusement. "But I think you have a few more in you."
Andrea moaned softly behind the gag, her body trembling as another orgasm built inside her, the vibrations pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her hips rocked involuntarily against the Sabian, her body desperate for release even as it begged for a moment of reprieve.
Miranda smiled faintly, clearly enjoying the sight of Andrea's helplessness, the way her body writhed and trembled under the relentless stimulation. She stood up from her desk, her movements slow and deliberate as she approached Andrea, her eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.
"Look at you," Miranda murmured, her fingers lightly brushing over Andrea's sweat-slicked skin, sending a fresh wave of shivers through her. "So desperate, so needy." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Andrea's ear as her hand slid down, teasing the edge of the vibrator. "I bet you want me to turn it off, don't you?"
Andrea's breath hitched, her body tensing at Miranda's words. She moaned again, her head nodding slightly as she silently begged Miranda to give her a break, just a moment of respite from the overwhelming pleasure.
Miranda's lips curled into a smug smile as she straightened up, her hand resting lightly on the vibrator as she met Andrea's gaze. "But you don't get to decide when this ends," she said softly, her voice filled with command. "I do."
With that, Miranda pressed down on the vibrator, increasing its intensity. The vibrations surged through Andrea's body, sending her spiraling into another orgasm with terrifying speed. She cried out, her muffled scream lost behind the gag as her hips bucked wildly, her body convulsing with the force of her release.
Miranda watched with cool detachment, her hand still resting on the vibrator as she held it in place, making sure that Andrea felt every pulse, every shock of pleasure. "That's it," she murmured softly, her voice filled with approval. "Let go for me, Andrea."
Andrea's body trembled violently, her mind lost to the relentless pleasure as her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her gasping for breath, her vision swimming with stars. But even as her body came down from the high, the vibrations didn't stop. They never stopped.
Miranda stood over her for a moment longer, her fingers tracing the edge of the Sabian, her lips curling into a dark smile as she watched Andrea's body shudder in the aftermath. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she reached down and turned the dial, increasing the intensity of the vibrator.
The sudden surge of power sent a jolt through Andrea's body, making her cry out behind the gag as her hips bucked involuntarily. The overstimulation was unbearable, her entire body tingling and trembling as another orgasm began to build, even though she hadn't fully recovered from the last.
Miranda's smile widened, satisfied with the effect. "You can handle a little more," she murmured softly, her voice filled with both affection and command. "Just a little longer, darling."
With that, Miranda returned to her desk, her posture calm and composed as she resumed her work. She flipped through the pages of The Book, her red pen gliding smoothly over the margins as she made notes, completely unfazed by the sounds of Andrea's muffled moans and the soft, relentless buzz of the vibrator.
Time passed in agonizingly slow waves for Andrea, each moment blending into the next as her body was pushed to its absolute limits. The intensity of the vibrator was relentless, driving her toward yet another orgasm, her body trembling violently as the pleasure tore through her again and again.
But it was becoming too much. Her vision blurred, her head spinning as the endless waves of pleasure overwhelmed her senses. She could feel herself slipping, her body swaying slightly as the overstimulation began to take its toll. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, her mind fuzzy and unfocused as the room seemed to tilt around her.
Miranda, who had been engrossed in her work, finally looked up, her sharp gaze immediately locking onto Andrea. She noticed the way her body swayed, the subtle tremble in her limbs as the pleasure began to turn into something more dangerous—something Andrea couldn't handle anymore.
Without a word, Miranda stood and crossed the room, her movements quick and efficient as she approached Andrea. The sight of her once composed assistant, now trembling and lightheaded from the sheer intensity of it all, sent a pang of both concern and satisfaction through her.
Miranda's hand reached out, quickly turning the vibrator off, the room falling into sudden, blissful silence. The buzzing stopped, and Andrea's body went still, slumping slightly as her limbs finally relaxed from the relentless tension. The sudden absence of stimulation left Andrea gasping for breath, her head spinning as she fought to come back to herself.
Miranda knelt down beside Andrea, her hands moving with unexpected tenderness as she untied the restraints, freeing Andrea's wrists and ankles with practiced precision. The gag was the last to come off, Miranda gently pulling it from Andrea's mouth, her fingers brushing lightly over her lips as she set it aside.
Andrea's breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, her body trembling from the aftershocks of so many orgasms. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision still hazy as she looked up at Miranda, who was watching her with an expression of quiet care.
"You did so well," Miranda murmured softly, her voice filled with warmth as she stroked a gentle hand through Andrea's damp hair, brushing the strands away from her flushed face. "But that's enough for now."
Andrea nodded weakly, her body too exhausted to respond in any other way. She felt like she had been wrung out, every muscle in her body aching from the intensity of what she had just endured. But despite the exhaustion, there was a strange sense of peace settling over her now that it was all over—an overwhelming sense of safety in Miranda's presence.
Miranda's hands moved gently, carefully guiding Andrea off the Sabian and onto the nearby bed, her movements slow and deliberate, providing the care Andrea desperately needed. She eased Andrea down onto the soft sheets, pulling a light blanket over her trembling body as she sat beside her, her fingers still gently stroking her hair.
"Rest now," Miranda whispered, her voice soothing as she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Andrea's forehead. "You've earned it."
Andrea's body relaxed under Miranda's touch, the warmth of the blanket and the quiet comfort of Miranda's presence slowly easing her back to a state of calm. The intensity of the orgasms still lingered in her limbs, but the tender care Miranda was giving her now—the soft strokes of her fingers, the quiet reassurances—helped her breathe again, helped her come back to herself.
Miranda's hand never left her, gently tracing patterns over Andrea's skin as she whispered soft, soothing words, her voice filled with affection and care. "You were perfect," she murmured, her fingers brushing lightly over Andrea's cheek. "You're always perfect for me."
Andrea smiled faintly, her body still trembling slightly from the intensity of the experience, but the warmth of Miranda's touch and the softness of her words wrapped around her like a comforting blanket.
"Thank you," Andrea whispered, her voice barely audible as she relaxed fully into Miranda's embrace, the exhaustion finally overtaking her.
Miranda smiled, her hand still stroking Andrea's hair as she watched her slowly drift off to sleep, her body finally at peace after everything it had endured. "Sleep, darling," she whispered softly, her voice filled with warmth. "I'll be here when you wake up."