Chapter 1: Introduction
Sarah grinned as she looked at the hanging restraints, the long rod with the feathers, and bucket of "lust dust", a potent aphrodisiac she invented. Lost in thought, her mind filled with plans of a new invention and the erotic details of her next product test, she twirled a strand of her dark hair. A few loose strands escaped her low bun and dangled by her ear. If her face looked anywhere near as excited as she felt, Sarah could pass for a mad surgeon ready to dissect his first cadaver.
With her piercing blue eyes fixated on her latest creation, anticipation simmered. A lab coat, slightly wrinkled from working through the night, draped her slender figure, dusted in streaks of passion as she caressed her masterpiece.
The clit tickler, a sex trap designed to edge and torment the person inside it with endless clitoris tickling with aphrodisiac soaked feathers
, would soon be tested. She glanced at the clock on the wall. Only 5 hours left before her best friend, Emma, strolled through the laboratory door, unannounced as usual, she sure would be surprised when she saw Sarah in its embrace. Maybe Emma would dom her again too.
Orgasm denial. How much pleasure and agony can be combined within such a device? Sarah's heart accelerated as she prepared this polished piece of sensual torture, her latest attempt at creating the perfect tease. She began to undress
, her long coat revealing a sleek, fit form in a matching bustier and thong. Feet barefoot, she delicately stepped towards her creation.
Climbing onto the center platform, she saw the lab's dimmed lights reflecting off her prize. Sarah spread her legs wide apart, the metallic restraints in position, and bound her ankles. A shiver of anticipation coursed through her.
Chains clanked, her heartbeart rose as she tested her restraints. Her mind wandered into a dizzying blend of cursed excitement and self-doubt. Then the machine activated, and she realized she forgot to put it on debug mode. Her arm pulled tight above her head, her legs spread and held tight by chains. A long rod with twitching long, stiff feathers covered in lust dust raises towards her vagina
and clitoris, shuddering in anticipation.
Sarah licks her lips, preparing herself for this experience, goose bumps prickling her skin. A mischievous grin plays on her lips. "I'm not sure how long I can handle this, Em, but with debug mode off... I don't have a choice..." She says to herself. Emma won't be here for another 4 hours, she'll just have to endure till then.
The first feather decended on her clit.
It tingled as lust dust swirled around her, causing her hips to buckle and her breath to hitch. Eyes wide, staring down at the machine that held her captive, chest heaved.
The lust dust's unique formula began to make her heart beat, as her arrousal increased immensely.
Her hips thrust upward involuntarily to the delicate tickle of the feathers, but the bonds did not allow her any room to escape. With every gentle touch of her clit, she grew more and more sensitive. The tickling sensation increased, feeling incredibly pleasurable , she realized her breath came out fast and shallow, like she's been holding it all this time.
Her mouth curls upwards again, a small expression of pure pleasure and surprise. The sensations overwhelm her, every stroke becoming more and more intense.
Delicate tickling transforms into a torrent of pleasure that penetrates Sarah to her very core. Her breathing turns erratic as her reactions become primal and genuine. Lost in this erotic paradox, there's no hint of fakery or practiced artifice that often creeps into the bedroom.
As the feathers dance around her mound, contrasting waves of delight and irritation wash over her, leaving her desiring some sort of release. Her body tightens, entangled in the metallic tendrils that kept her exposed and vulnerable.
And right as she's about to reach that release, the rod moves the feathers away, denying her, and dips the feathers in the bucket of lust dust. The dripping of her arrousal having wet the feathers perfectly to attach more dust to them
as they settle to their place near her reactive clit.
Another shiver climbs up her spine, and her heart skips a beat. Sensitivity rises exponentially, her very flesh screaming for a release it can't seem to grasp. Her nails dug into her palms.
Another torturous wave of pleasure wracks her body, and she couldn't help but release a few moans that echoed throughout the laboratory. Sarah's squealed desprately. The machine was a glorious success, but Sarah was now trapped in the endless edging it was designed for. Getting hornier and hornier
with every glorious feathertickle, her mind frantically racing with each thousandth of an inch the feathers scratched her sensitive little bud of lust. Torn between escaping this infernal rapture and begging for thousandfold more, it became impossible to focus on anything but the raw, unrelenting sexual sensations, a sinister labyrinth disguised as bliss.
In the midst of her helplessness, the deafening hum of the lab machinery served as a spine-chilling reminder of how isolated she was in her workshop; there was no escape.
"one hour has passed. 5 minute break activated, deploying hydration drone." A robotic voice called out, as the feathers stopped, moving to sit in the lust dust, giving her a momentarily reprive
. A small spouted machine emerged from high up in the ceiling, a small tube targeting Sarah's dry lips, as water dripped and quenched the temporary lust-driven thirst she experienced.
She closed her eyes, savoring it, her body aching for more than a mere sip of water. A drop of sweat trailed down her cheek. She hadn't felt this wanton in years, and the pain that came with being this vulnerable was all too familiar.
The bot would not be dismissed, forcing the straw into her mouth, extruding her favorite flavor of electrolyte drink
into her wanting maw. Restricted movements did not foster her resistance. A moan escaped her lips,
her heartbeat grabbing hold of her, as if each gasp of breath was a pant, and her chest rose and fell with adrenaline.
Sarah's legs strained against the cuffs - resistance would only heighten the longing more. Her brunette hair stuck against her forehead, her shoulders dropping a fraction further, ending in her admitting to herself that she would not be able to release from her predicament alone.
"resuming in 5... 4..."
Her heart raced in sync with the countdown.
3... 2...
Each remains unfazed; she felt herself surrender.
1.
The feathers reunited with her soaked cavern, her body's steamy, sweet wilderness. Once gentle strands of feathers began to lightly stroke her clitoris. Strikes intensified, and Sarah's body pranced, writhing in a flurry of ecstasy. The waves of rapture melded together, culminating in a frenzy of pleasure and lust.
She didn't bother holding in her moans. the lust dust was well and truly effecting her. She was sooo desperate.
Her breath hitched as feathers fluttered relentlessly on her mound, making Sarah's nerves zing. Each tickle sparked a shudder from her toes. Wet aphrodisiac-infused plumes tantalized, fueling the need building within her. Is there an actual end to this erotic endeavor? Is there a secret orgasm button one can only discover by continuing to endure being edged?
Her mind, reeling, only added more fuel to the erotic fire burning inside her.
"threshold reaches, activating nipple ticklers"
What! Those weren't ready yet. How did they get activated. She squirmed more as two more rods with feathers arose to her chest
level, both with the same 'lust dust' smeared along them. Sarah took in a quick breath in a desperate bid to maintain her composure. No luck.
The two ticklers floated towards her erect nipples and Sarah sobbed as pleasure rocked through her. As the feathers met her sensitive peaks, they waltzed and swirled as if given their own life force. Her breasts grew even tighter, and she moaned in sync with each graceful touch of the enslaving feathers. Her body shivered with feverish desire.
Lust dust had a interesting effect on nipples. It PERMANENTLY increased their sensitivity
!
A cruel twist, her arousal amplified by the nipple ticklers, Sarah's moans deepened to breathy cries. Her provocative dance of need was not simply induced by the feather's frustrating tug on her clitoris; Sarah's super-sensitive peaks betrayed a deeper longing, gratifying her beyond imagination. Sparks shot through her body, shaking her core. Her muscles tensed in rebellion, furious and longing for that elusive release.
"System warning: Over 50 orgasms denied. Such a naughty girl"
announced the robotic voice, taking on a mocking tone.
Sarah once attempted to find a release through her own determination; denying all sweet respite, even meticulously updating the system settings to allow for a permitted discharge. Yet again, the devious mistress of pleasure gleefully flicked the denied release button, allowing her to expense countless hours of concentrated gratification.
This twisted dance of sexual frustration and promised release evoked a quaking mix of euphoria and despair.
Suddenly a voice echos forth "oh my oh my, Sarah, this is adorable."
Emma waltz nonchalantly into the lab, eyeing the scene with the smuggest grin plastered on her face. She's dressed in Sarah's latest showpiece: a pair of skin-tight leather pants, and a flowing, translucent blouse. A necklace of miniature padlocks rests atop her porcelain cleavage, secret treasures behind each trapping zippers, buckles, and laces.
Emma's smug grin widens, observing her dear friend, Sarah, trembling, restrained, and layers-deep in edging torture.
Emma licked her lips, tracing long fingers delicately across her chest. "Looks like my adorable pet inventor has been a naughty, naughty girl." Her velvet voice drips with playful sarcasm and malicious intent.
Sarah's labored breathing and lustful cries drench the air.
"Emma! Please! The machin has been going on for over two hours."
Emma's teasing fingers absentmindedly fondled the miniature padlocks dangling atop her newly adorned cleavage.
"My, my, Sarah, what a delightful little trap you've found yourself in." Her emerald eyes, bright with amusement, scanned the room, taking in the intricate machinery, the chains binding her friend, and the gleaming lust dust-coated ticklers.
The smell of sweat and untapped sexual satisfaction permeated the air, awakening the drugged senses languishing in Sarah's lustful haze.
"exactly to my kinks too. Seeing my favorite girl *denied* and desprate. Is this a gift? A confession?" Emma said seductively
, walking around Sarah, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders as she appraised her friend's trapped form. Sarah's heart raced, eyes pleading with Emma to release her.
Emma leaned close, their lips barely touching, and whispered, "I've been imagining this for weeks now.
Seeing you like this, desperate and begging, at my mercy." A wicked glint danced in her emerald eyes. "I never imagined you'd gift wrap yourself for me like this"
she purrs, drawing a single finger down Sarah's trembling cheek.
Forcing her mind to steady at the thought, Sarah modestly rebuts, "It was, um, a sort of field test. I wanted to ensure that the ticklish sensations would prompt prolonged pleasure and didn't pose any harm firsthand".
This wasn't the complete truth, however. Sarah had indeed curated the invention with Emma in mind. Yet rekindling their dormant dynamic had brought its own assortment of uncertainties.
Emma chuckles seductively. "Suuuure. Well if you're going be dishonest... Maybe I'll leave my little gift in the wrappings for a bit. It is beautifully wrapped." She pulls up a chair and, hiking up her skirt, sits down, softly rubbing her own panties
with a seductive grin. Sarah's breath hitches at the sight of her best friend's exposed skin, enticingly framed within leather. They shared a lingering look, their bodies intimately aware. Despite the tension, Sarah couldn't hide the longing written across her face, visible proof of her desperation.
Emma leaned back, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she begins rubbing her clit, grinning as the feathers double in speed
, dancing and fluttering on Sarah's clit and nipples, bringing even more sensations that spread heat through her cheeks and neck.
An odd cocktail of shame and excitement coursed through Sarah, embracing the lust building up.
Sarah moaned and watched Emma, mesmerized by her friend's hands as they moved bringing her friend quickly to a orgasm
ic bliss. Emma's sly little smile stretched from ear to ear.
"Alright, alright, I can't take it anymore! Please, Emma, I need to cum!" Sarah whimpers
"oh? Are you going to be honest why you're trapped in this now?
Or should I keep you here all day, revealing more and more of just how aroused I am watching you?" Emma teased in her sultry voice.
Sarah blushes, her cheeks warming to a crimson hue, moisture glittering in her sapphire eyes, a silent admission of Emma's power. "You know exactly why." Sarah whispered, her words charged with longing and intimacy, breathless as if set free underwater. Emma's grin grows wider, "say it." She insists
.
"I built this for you." Sarah finally admitted, a slight quiver in her voice. "For you to find me in,
.to enjoy yourself, to give you pleasure, I wanted to be vulnerable, I wanted to please you." She confessed, exposing a soft underbelly of vulnerability. Sarah was a genius inventor who always wanted to amaze with her edgy equipment, her mind never resting, always designing for gaiety, attraction, sometimes for utility, but they were always infused with unmistakable desire. She admitted the truth and implored Emma, her closest companion. Emma, blue-eyed and fair-skinned, structured perfection and pleasure.
"I wanted to be with you. For you to be my domme" Sarah managed, as the feathers continued run rampant on her body
, bringing exquisite pleasure. Her pupils fluttered and darted, directing unspoken appeals towards Emma, who studied her, mulling over Sarah's confession. Her body craved release, entangled in shameful restraint, but she'd chosen this freely, and for a compelling reason. Emma held the keys.
Emma observed Sarah, biting her lip gently in contemplation, eyes full of triumph and wicked intent, echoes of mischief brightening her gaze, and her expression softening, nearly smiling, she mused.
"Look at you, Sarah. Ingenious, enchanting, and enslaved to the game of lust that you've invented." Her silken voice coated the words in affectionate approval.
Sarah felt the blush ensnare her more fully, seizing her neck and spreading across her shoulders, her body shuddered as she wrestled between the exquisite torment of her trap and the acute embarrassment her confession had triggered.
"you've catered to my fetishes, put your self through what must have been an incredibly frustrating couple of hours, and all you ever needed to say was those words." Emma says, walking close to Sarah, before kissing her "I've been attracted to you for years silly girl."
Her tongue slides against Sarah's, igniting a passion that hasn't been extinguished for years. This kiss was long overdue, and it was taking place at the most unexpected moment and location. Emma's hand strokes Sarah's body, not paying any attention to the various wires and chains attached to her limbs. Her touch was gentle, soothing, and electrifying.
As the kiss deepened, Sarah's hips bucked in their bonds, desperately seeking any sort of relief to her arousals.
Emma stepped back, giggling. "Just a little longer tho? This really is the hottest thing I've seen" as she abandons her skirt to the floor, sitting in the chair with her legs spread, eyes staring deeply into Sarah's innermost desires.
Her fingers dance along the smooth flesh of her inner thigh. softly caressing, then grasping tightly.
Sarah moaned as the feathers continued their work, as her new domme, and maybe even girlfriend, drove herself to orgasm while she remained helplessly, intensely denied.