Rescuer outsmarted

"the rooms quiet, the only sounds you hear is your muffled breath and the low buzz of the vibrator, it’s never enough to give you the orgasm you’ve been craving for the past 2 years, but it keeps you tethered to reality….more or less, the rooms pitch black and the kayes straitjacket covers your entire body, leaving only your eyes exposed, not like you could see anything anywah, no one’s been to visit you for 2 years, every 4 hours the tube stuffed In your latex suit feeds you tasteless paste, the first month was hell, crying, muffled screaming, struggling relentlessly. after 2 years, you’ve accepted your leathery fate….though you still desperately crave an orgasm. hopefully someone finds you one day….or not"

"As you hear the sound of the door opening, your heart begins to race. You've been in this room for so long that the idea of someone actually coming to rescue you seems almost impossible. But as you see the silhouette of a person enter the room, you begin to feel a glimmer of hope."

"Mhmm?" "you call out tentatively, your voice hoarse from disuse."

"As the figure moves closer, you can make out more details. It's a woman, and she looks surprised to see you there. She approaches cautiously, as if afraid you might attack her."

"What...what is all this?" "She stammers, looking around at the restraints and the medical equipment scattered about the room."

"The woman takes a step back, seemingly startled by your sudden movement. She stares at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity."

"Oh my god... "she mutters to herself" You're not... you're not just a piece of furniture, are you?" "She approaches you slowly, her eyes scanning your body."

"Suddenly, she reaches out and touches your gagged mouth, gently but firmly prying it open. You feel a surge of relief as the leather is pulled away from your face."

"Ah, poor thing... you've been locked up in here for a long time, haven't you?" "Her voice is soft and gentle, but there's an undercurrent of fascination beneath the surface."

"As she speaks, she begins to examine your restraints, her fingers tracing the edges of the leather straps that bind you."

"The woman's eyes seem to flicker with hesitation, and for a moment, you wonder if she's considering keeping you captive. But then, she nods slowly, her fingers continuing to wander over your restraints."

"Of course... of course I can set you free," "she says, her voice a little softer than before."

"Suddenly, her hands move more swiftly, undoing the straps and freeing you from the straitjacket. You feel a rush of relief as your arms and legs relax, heavy with numbness."

"As soon as you're free, I'll get you out of here," "she promises, her eyes locked on yours. But then, her gaze drops, and she seems to freeze."

"The woman's eyes dart back up to yours, and you can see a flicker of uncertainty there. She seems to be debating something in her mind."

"I... I don't know if I should," "she says slowly, her voice barely above a whisper." "I mean, you've been here for so long, and... and I've never seen anyone like this before. You're so... conditioned."

"Her gaze drifts down to your body, and you feel a shiver run through you as you realize she's taking in the sight of your bound breasts, your latex-covered crotch."

"The woman's eyes snap back up to yours, and you see a flash of sympathy there. She takes a step closer to you, her hand reaching out to touch your arm."

"I'm sorry," "she says softly. "I didn't mean to scare you. I'll get you out of here, I promise.""

"Suddenly, she pauses, her gaze lingering on your face. You can feel her eyes drinking in the sight of you, and you begin to feel a sense of unease."

"Wait," "she says slowly, her voice dropping to a whisper." "Can I... can I see something?"

"Her hand reaches down, and you feel a surge of fear as she begins to undo the zipper on your latex suit. The sounds of the room fade away, replaced by the soft hiss of the zipper and the sound of your own ragged breathing."

"As the woman unzips the suit, you feel a rush of cool air on your exposed skin. She pauses for a moment, her eyes taking in the sight of your naked body bound up in ropes and straps. But then, she reaches out and begins to explore your body, running her fingers over your flesh."

"You're so beautiful," "she murmurs softly, her lips hovering close to your ear." "I want to touch you more... I want to see what other things I can make you feel."

"Your heart races as you realize that this woman is not just trying to rescue you, but might be interested in something much more intimate. You struggle against your bonds, but they hold you fast, trapping you in place."

"Her eyes widen at your admission, a slow smile spreading across her lips. The woman's fingers continue their exploration, softly tracing the contours of your body as she leans in closer."

"Are you sure?" "she whispers with a teasing tone, her gaze locked on your face as much as it can be while you're blindfolded." "It's been so long... perhaps it's time to let go. To experience something new, something exhilarating."

"She brushes the pad of her thumb against your engorged clit, sending ripples of delight through your body despite your reservations. Your hips buck involuntarily, pushing yourself into her touch. The low buzz of the vibrator intensifies, adding another layer to the sensual torture."

"C'mon now," "she urges, her breath hot against your ear." "Admit it, you want this."

"You feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks as you admit to yourself that, despite everything, you do want this. Your body is starved for touch, for pleasure. You're desperate for someone to break the monotonous routine of your captivity and show you that you can still be desired."

"The woman's smile grows wider, and she laughs softly to herself as she continues to tantalize your sensitive flesh. Her fingers dance across your abdomen, teasing the undersides of your breasts before dipping back down to your aching sex."

"Ah, yes, sweet one," "she coos, her voice husky with desire." "I'll get to that soon. First, let me make sure you're nice and ready for me."

"Her fingers press harder against your pussy, applying just the right amount of pressure to send you over the edge into a writhing, squirming mass of pleasure. The vibrator hums in harmony with your pulsing clit, drawing out waves of bliss from deep within your belly."

"You're so responsive," "she praises, her tongue tracing the contours of your lips." "I think you're going to be alot of fun."

"The woman continues to play with you, bringing you close to the brink again and again. Each time you think you can't possibly take any more pleasure, she eases off just enough to keep you hovering on the edge."

"You like it when I touch you like this, don't you?" "she whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your skin." "You like being tied up, at my mercy."

"Her words send shivers through your body, and you feel a sense of shame at how turned on you are by this. But even as you struggle against your restraints, part of you knows that you want nothing more than to let go and surrender to this woman's touch."

"The woman's smirk widens into a full-blown grin as she applies gentle pressure against your tense anal muscles. She leans in closer, whispering languidly against your ear:"

"Then perhaps it's time for something new?" "With that, she slowly eases two well-lubed fingers past your anal sphincter, stretching you gently to accommodate her intrusion." "Relax... just feel."

"Your mind and body are consumed by an onslaught of sensation - the insistent buzz of the vibrator ratcheting up, your nipples stiffening under the Kayes straitjacket, her fingers burrowing deep within your bowels. A mixture of discomfort and burgeoning excitement washes over you, spurring an involuntary moan from your lips."

"This... this might be too much." "you gasp, arching your back in response tothe woman's skilled ministrations. The air around you is charged with electricity, and you feel as though you might explode at any moment." "Please... I don't know if I can take it."

"The woman leans in closer still, her lips brushing softly against your ear as she continues to work you over." "Yes, you can," "she whispers fiercely." "You're stronger than you think. Just let go... surrender yourself to the pleasure. Give in to me, sweet one."

"Your body quakes under her touch, responding eagerly despite your initial reservations. And even as you struggle to maintain some semblance of control, you feel the barrier between your mind and body begin to dissolve. You're helpless in the face of the woman's overwhelming desire, and you don't know how much longer you can hold out."

"The woman's fingers never falter, still working your exhausted muscles as you're wracked with convulsions of pleasure. Her face is tilted up towards the ceiling, her eyes closed in rapture, as if she's experiencing the same waves of bliss. She slowly begins to stroke your slit with her thumb, rubbing gently against the sensitive flesh as the last vestiges of your orgasm begin to subside."

"Ah, yes," "she murmurs, her voice husky and languid." "That was exquisite." "She pauses for a moment, allowing you to catch your breath before resuming her rhythmic stimulation. The vibrator continues to hum softly, providing a gentle buzzing that seems to echo through every cell of your body."

"As you lie there, spent and trembling, the woman's fingers continue to caress your sex, coaxing out what's leftof your orgasm. You can feel the slickness of your juices coating her hand as she withdraws her fingers, then leans down to lick them clean."

"Mmm, delicious," "she murmurs, a wicked gleam in her eye." "I could get used to this."

"She leans in closer to you, her lips hovering just above yours. You can feel her breath hot against your skin, and for a moment it seems as though she might kiss you. But instead, she leans back and begins to disentangle herself from you, slowly undoing the straps of the Kayes straitjacket."

"You did very well," "she tells you, slipping out of the room." "Perhaps I'll come back to play with you again sometime."

"The chill of the cellar lingers on your skin as you follow the woman up the creaking stairs, your footsteps echoing off the walls. The air is stale and musty, but you're vaguely aware of the scent of lavender wafting from the woman's perfume as she leads you out into the dimly lit hallway."

"You stumble slightly, your legs still unsteady from the aftermath of your orgasm. The woman's eyes flicker towards you, a hint of amusement dancing in their depths before she turns back to the door at the end of the hallway. She pushes it open, revealing a room that's some sort of office or study. The walls are lined with books, and a large wooden desk dominates the center of the room."

"Please, don't bother getting dressed," "she says, her voice low and husky, as she gesturestowards a plush leather armchair in front of the fireplace." "Make yourself comfortable."

"With that, she disappears into the shadows, leaving you alone in the room. You take a few steps forward, still feeling a bit unsteady, and make your way to the chair. As you sit down, you realize how utterly exhausted you are - not just physically, but emotionally as well. The past two years have taken their toll on you, leaving you drained and depleted."

"You sit there for what seems like an eternity, the warmth of the fire slowly thawing your frozen limbs. Eventually, the woman reappears from the shadows, holding a tray with two glasses and a bottle of wine."

"Here," "she says, offering you one of the glasses." "Drink this. It'll help you relax."

"You accept the glass gratefully, takinga sip and savoring the rich, fruity flavor of the wine. The woman takes a seat across from you, watching you over the rim of her own glass."

"So, my dear," "she says, setting down her glass and leaning forward slightly." "I couldn't help but notice how...responsive you were to my touch. It's been a long time since I've had a plaything as willing as you."

"Her words are accompanied by a sultry look, and you feel yourself starting to blush at the implication of what she's saying. But despite your embarrassment, you can't help feeling a strange attraction to this woman - something about her confidence and power is incredibly alluring."

"I'm glad that I could be of service to you," "you reply, your voice soft."

The woman chuckles softly. "Oh, my dear, it's not just about service. It's about pleasure, and exploration, and pushing boundaries. I think you have potential - potential to be a very good submissive."

"Her words make your heart skip a beat. The idea of submitting to someone else is both terrifying and tantalizing - after two years of being completely alone, the thought of someone taking control is almost...invigorating."

"The tray flies out of your hands, clattering to the floor as you lash out with a fierce and desperate intensity. The woman's eyes widen in shock as she tries to raise her hand to defend herself, but it's too late. The crash of her head against the hardwood floor is loud and jarring, and for a moment, everything goes silent."

"You stand there, panting and trembling, your heart racing with adrenaline and fear. The room seems to spin around you, and for a moment, you're not sure what you've done. The woman lies motionless on the floor, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth."

"As the fog begins to clear from your mind, you realize that you've been waiting for this moment for so long. The sense of freedom is intoxicating, and for a moment, you feellike you can do anything. But as the reality of your actions sets in, a wave of panic washes over you. What will happen now? What will you do?"

"As you drag the woman's limp body down to the cellar, the dim light seems to grow even dimmer, and the air grows thick with the scent of damp earth and mold. You move swiftly and efficiently, your movements driven by a mix of adrenaline and a newfound sense of control."

"You strip off the woman's clothes, revealing her curves under the faint light. Your gaze roams over her body, taking in the familiar contours of her skin, her breasts, her hips. It's a strange, dispassionate appraisal, as if you're sizing up a prize rather than a person. The Kayes straitjacket is produced with ease, its cold metal cuffs clicking into place around her wrists and ankles."

"You tighten the restraints, feeling a sense of satisfaction as she struggles against the unyielding metal. The gag goes in next,sealing her lips shut and forcing the feeding tube down her throat. The woman's muffled cries are barely audible, but they fill the small space with a sense of desperation and fear."

"For a moment, you stand there, looking down at your captive with a mix of triumph and apprehension. You've taken control, yes, but what will happen when she wakes up? Will she fight back, or accept her new reality? It's impossible to say, but one thing is clear: you're no longer the helpless victim, waiting for someone to save you. You're the one in charge now, and for better or worse, you'll have to live with the consequences."

"The woman's eyes flicker open, the pupils dilating as they focus on you. The gaze is empty, devoid of recognition or emotion, as if she's staring at a stranger rather than the person she used to be. The air in the cellar seems to grow heavier, thick with tension and anticipation."

"You stand there, frozen, as the woman's eyes bore into yours. You can feel her gaze like a physical touch, probing and invasive. It's as if she's trying to connect with you, to find some shred of humanity amidst the chaos. But you're not sure if she's even aware of what's happened, or if she's simply processing the world around her."

"The silence between you is oppressive, heavy with unspoken secrets and unspeakable desires. The only sound is the faint hum of the vibrator in the corner, areminder of the desperation that brought you to this place."

"For a moment, you consider speaking to her, but the words die in your throat. What would you say? How could you explain what you've done? And even if you could find the words, would they matter?"

"The woman's eyes remain fixed on yours, unblinking and inscrutable. You're not sure how much time passes before she finally speaks, her voice muffled by the gag."

"Mmmph...mmpff..."

*Her words are garbled, almost indistinguishable, but the desperation in them is clear. It's a plea for release, for freedom from the restraints that hold her down. You're not sure how to respond, or if you should respond at all. The situation is dangerous and volatile, and any wrong move could have dire consequences.