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Millie's second orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, this one sharper then the first climax. She spasmed and shook as much as her tight bondage would allow.
Her captor lovingly strokes her long brown hair and put her latex covered fingers in her captives mouth to assert her outright dominance. She turned off the vibrators that brought Millie over the edge twice and walked down to snap a few photos of Millies bound, sweat drenched form, with her now deeply pink soles at the forefront.
Julia's eyes lingered on the delicate arch of Millie's foot, her mind racing with the possibilities. The young star's body was a playground of sensitivity, and Julia was eager to explore every inch.
With a decisive click, she released the leather strap holding Millie's ankle in place. "Now," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "Let's move this little show to the next act, shall we?" She gently picked up Millie's limp form, her own body humming with excitement. She carried her through the door, into the next room of the art gallery.
The walls here were a deep, velvety black, the only light coming from the crimson spotlights that bathed the space in a sinister glow. The bed in the center of the room was low to the ground, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment. It was covered in a black, rubbery sheet that gleamed with the promise of more torment.
Julia gently laid Millie onto the bed, her eyes never leaving the bound woman's face. She took her time unbuckling the new restraints that would hold her friend's ankles in place, her touch lingering on the soft skin. Millie's legs dangled over the edge of the bed. Julia placed Millies ankles in the stocks and slowly closed them, stared into Millies exhausted eyes and clicked the lock shut.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia produced a small pink vibrator, the kind that looked innocent but could deliver a shockingly intense vibration. She slid it teasingly along Millie's inner thigh, watching the goosebumps that followed. "Open," she instructed, her voice a soft command. Millie's eyes widened, but she obeyed, her legs falling open to reveal her glistening pussy. Julia's smile grew as she pushed the vibrator into Millie, watching her face contort with the mix of fear and excitement.
The sound of the zipper was the only noise in the room as Julia unfurled the latex sheet over her. It was smooth, almost liquid in its texture, and clung to her skin like a second layer. The material was cold, sending a shiver down Millie's spine as Julia spread it over her body. When it reached her neck and ankles, Julia paused, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light. "This is my pièce de résistance," she whispered, her voice full of pride. "A vacuum bed."
The fan kicked in, the low hum filling the room as the air was sucked from beneath the sheet. Millie felt the material tighten around her, pulling her into a snug embrace that grew tighter with every second. It was a strange, almost claustrophobic feeling, as if she were being swallowed by a living creature. Her breasts flattened against her chest, her stomach and thighs molded to the contours of the bed. The sensation was oddly erotic, the pressure enhancing the ache in her pussy that hadn't fully subsided from the last round of tickling.
Julia moved quickly, strapping a soft, velvet-lined band around Millie's forehead. The pressure was gentle but firm, keeping her head in place as the rest of her body, other than her feet,was pushed down into the unyielding embrace of the latex.
The moment the screen flickered to life, Millie's eyes shot upwards, drawn to the sight like a moth to a flame. There, on the high-definition display, were a pair of bare soles - her own, captured in exquisite detail. The camera angle was such that she could see every wrinkle and line that made up her gorgeous, meaty soles. They were displayed like a prized possession, a focal point of the room's decor that she couldn't escape.
Julia's voice was a soft purr in the background, the sound of the vac beds motor joining the symphony of sounds that filled the room. The sight of her own feet, bound and at the mercy of this sadistic artist, was almost too much to bear. She felt a fresh wave of arousal pool between her legs, her body responding to the situation in a way that she couldn't quite understand.
Julia took a moment to appreciate the view, the forefoot wide and fleshy, the arches high and begging for attention. With a wicked smile, she began looping the soft, velveteen-lined restraints around each toe, pulling them taut until Millie's feet were spread wide, her soles exposed and vulnerable.
As the last toe tie was tightened, Julia chuckled, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. "Now, let's see how well you handle a real tickling session," she murmured, her voice a dark promise of the torment to come.
"Beg me to tickle your feet, Millie," Julia demanded, her tone a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Millie's spine. The young star's eyes shot to hers, wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
"Julia, please," she panted, her voice hoarse from her screams. "I can't... I'm too sensitive." She tried to pull her legs closer, but the restraint around her ankles held firm. Julia's eyes gleamed with amusement at Millie's futile attempt to shield herself.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia pressed a button on her remote, and the pink vibrator buried deep within Millie's pussy roared to life. Millie's eyes went wide as the relentless buzzing filled her, setting her nerve endings alight. The vibrations were intense, a sharp contrast to the gentle caress of Julia's touch moments ago.
"Beg me," Julia repeated, her voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers through Millie's body. The room's atmosphere thickened with the tension of unspoken words and the electricity of power dynamics.
"Julia, please," Millie gasped, her body straining against the unforgiving embrace of the latex vacuum bed. "I can't...please, don't tickle me."
With a flick of her wrist, Julia cranked the vibrator up another three notches, the intense buzzing causing Millie's eyes to water. She felt like she was going to split apart at the seams, the vibrations ricocheting through her body and sending her senses spiraling out of control.
Julia's hands moved to cover Millie's mouth and nose, the scent of latex and the warmth of her palms enveloping her, cutting off her air supply. "Beg me to tickle your feet, Millie," Julia whispered in her ear, her breath hot and sweet. Millie's eyes widened, panic setting in, but Julia's grip was firm, leaving no room for escape.
The seconds ticked by, the only sounds in the room the muffled whine of the vibrator and the frantic beating of Millie's heart. Just as she felt the beginnings of a desperate need to breathe, Julia lifted her hands, a smug smile playing on her lips. "What's the magic word?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Millie's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please tickle my feet," she managed to get out, the word sounding more like a whine of defeat than a genuine plea.
Julia's smile grew wider. "Ah, I love the sound of those sweet words," she said, her voice a velvet purr. She reached down to the foot of the bed and picked up a feather, her eyes never leaving Millie's face.
With the precision of a surgeon, Julia began to trace the outline of Millie's left big toe with the feather's tip. Millie's body jerked in response, the lightest touch sending a bolt of pure electricity straight to her core. Julia took her time, savoring the anticipation.
Her movements grew bolder, the feather flitting from toe to toe, the gentle tickle growing more insistent with each pass. Millie's breath grew shallow, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. She could feel the beginnings of a giggle bubbling up in her chest, desperately trying to fight it down.
Julia's eyes gleamed with victory as she watched Millie's body respond. She knew that the g spot vibrator was still working its magic, pushing her past the post orgasm torment of the last few minutes and back to the brink of ecstasy.
With a dramatic flair, Julia hit the button on the remote, and the buzzing from the vibrator inside Millie's pussy ceased abruptly. The sudden absence of the intense vibration was almost as jarring as the tickling itself. Millie's body spasmed, a strangled gasp escaping her as the sensation of being filled was ripped away.
Julia leaned in, her eyes searching Millie's face, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "Was that enough, my dear?" she purred. "Or are you still craving more?"
Millie's chest heaved with the effort to contain her laughter, her eyes wide and desperate. She nodded frantically, trying to communicate without speaking. Julia chuckled, the sound low and sinister. "Good," she murmured, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Let's see if we can push you even closer."
With a flick of her wrist, Julia turned the vibrator back on, the buzzing starting low and building in intensity until it reached a crescendo that had Millie's legs trembling. The feather continued its merciless dance, moving from the toes to the arches, back and forth in a relentless rhythm that had her entire body tensing with the effort not to scream.
The tension grew, the air in the room thick with it. Julia could see the sweat beading on Millie's forehead, feel the way her body quivered with every touch. It was like watching a bomb tick down to detonation, each second bringing her closer to an explosion of pleasure. Millie's eyes pleaded with hers, a silent cry for mercy that Julia had no intention of granting.
As the vibrator's intensity grew, so too did Millie's moans. They grew from small whimpers to deep, throaty sounds of need. Julia watched with a sadistic glee as the young star's body began to shake, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. And just as quickly as it had begun, Julia flicked the switch, the vibrator going silent.
Millie's eyes shot open, and she screamed in frustration. She was truly in hell, and was trying to find any escape from the torment. Her eyes were wet with tears of both pain and pleasure, her body betraying her with each twitch and spasm.
Julia didn't bat an eye and continued lightly feathering Millie's plump toes, watching with a detached fascination as the young woman's body writhed in response. The sight of Millie's bound form, completely immobile and open to Julia's every whim, was intoxicating. Julia's own desire grew with each pass of the feather, the anticipation of the next round of tickling a delicious torment.
"Please," Millie begged, her voice strained and desperate. "Turn it back on, Julia, please."
Julia chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Millie's spine. "You want more?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to feel that delicious pressure again?"
Millie nodded frantically, her eyes pleading. "Yes," she gasped, her voice muffled by the gag. "Please, Julia, I need it."
Julia's smile grew wider, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Very well," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "But remember, if you want to cum, you must endure." She leaned over Millie, the feather in her hand replaced by two large, stiff hairbrushes with long, rounded bristles. "Beg me for a whole hour of these on your taut, helpless soles," she ordered.
Julia's eyes never left Millie's face, a twisted smile playing on her lips as she watched the young starlet squirm beneath her. The cocoon of latex and the only light coming from the crimson spotlights that cast an eerie glow across the bound woman's sweat-drenched body. She knew the sight of her own soles, displayed so prominently on the screen, was driving Millie wild with fear.
"Beg me," Julia repeated, her voice a sweet yet commanding whisper. The room was filled with the steady hum of the vac bed's motor and the sound of Millie's shallow, ragged breaths. Her heart hammered in her chest, the anticipation of the impending tickling almost too much to bear.
The bound woman's eyes searched Julia's, a silent plea for respite from the torment that she knew was coming. But Julia was unyielding, the sadistic glint in her eye speaking volumes about the delight she took in her friend's suffering. The brushes loomed large over her small size 6 feet, poised and ready to deliver another round of unbearable tickling.
"Julia, please," Millie whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything else, just don't...please."
Julia leaned in, her smile a cold, cruel curve. "Beg for it," she repeated, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Beg for the hour of torment."
Millie's eyes searched hers, desperate for a reprieve, but all she found was a hunger for control and a desire to push her limits. "Julia, I'm begging you," she whispered, her voice a trembling plea. "Please, I can't handle an hour of that."
Julia's smile remained cold, her eyes never wavering from Millie's face. "If you want to cum," she repeated, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to wrap itself around the bound woman's soul, "it's an hour of my big, bad brushes on your little soles."
Millie's breath hitched, her eyes darting to the brushes in Julia's hand. The fear was palpable, the room thick with it. But there was something else there, too – a spark of defiance, a flicker of fire that hadn't been extinguished by the relentless tickling.
Julia leaned in closer, her breath hot on Millie's ear. "Your orgasm is in my hands, my dear," she whispered, her voice a dark seduction. "All you have to do is ask for it."
Her body was a live wire, her vaginal walls pulsing around the silent vibrator, desperate for the release that Julia dangled just out of reach. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered the words that seemed to echo in the dark recesses of the room. "Please, Julia...an hour of...of the brushes on my feet."
Julia leaned back, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress that made Millie's skin crawl. She switched on the vibrator again, the buzzing starting low and building back up to that delicious, agonizing crescendo.
The brushes hovered over Millie's vulnerable soles, the bristles dancing in the crimson light. Julia waited, watching for the moment when Millie's body was poised on the edge of release, her thighs trembling and her breath coming in desperate pants. And just as she was about to tip over that precipice, Julia hit the off button on the remote.
The silence that followed was deafening. Millie's eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as the sudden absence of vibration sent a shockwave through her. She let out a blood-curdling scream of pure frustration, her voice echoing off the velvety black walls. Julia couldn't help but smirk at the power she held, the way she could control her friend's pleasure and pain with the flick of a switch.
"Now, now," Julia said, her voice a mocking soothe. "Patience is a virtue, darling. You'll get your orgasm, but not until you've truly earned it." She took a moment to appreciate the desperate look on Millie's face, the way she twitched against the vacuum bed, the way her body begged for release. It was a beautiful sight, one that fueled Julia's own dark desires.
To be continued
Her captor lovingly strokes her long brown hair and put her latex covered fingers in her captives mouth to assert her outright dominance. She turned off the vibrators that brought Millie over the edge twice and walked down to snap a few photos of Millies bound, sweat drenched form, with her now deeply pink soles at the forefront.
Julia's eyes lingered on the delicate arch of Millie's foot, her mind racing with the possibilities. The young star's body was a playground of sensitivity, and Julia was eager to explore every inch.
With a decisive click, she released the leather strap holding Millie's ankle in place. "Now," she said, her voice a seductive whisper, "Let's move this little show to the next act, shall we?" She gently picked up Millie's limp form, her own body humming with excitement. She carried her through the door, into the next room of the art gallery.
The walls here were a deep, velvety black, the only light coming from the crimson spotlights that bathed the space in a sinister glow. The bed in the center of the room was low to the ground, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment. It was covered in a black, rubbery sheet that gleamed with the promise of more torment.
Julia gently laid Millie onto the bed, her eyes never leaving the bound woman's face. She took her time unbuckling the new restraints that would hold her friend's ankles in place, her touch lingering on the soft skin. Millie's legs dangled over the edge of the bed. Julia placed Millies ankles in the stocks and slowly closed them, stared into Millies exhausted eyes and clicked the lock shut.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia produced a small pink vibrator, the kind that looked innocent but could deliver a shockingly intense vibration. She slid it teasingly along Millie's inner thigh, watching the goosebumps that followed. "Open," she instructed, her voice a soft command. Millie's eyes widened, but she obeyed, her legs falling open to reveal her glistening pussy. Julia's smile grew as she pushed the vibrator into Millie, watching her face contort with the mix of fear and excitement.
The sound of the zipper was the only noise in the room as Julia unfurled the latex sheet over her. It was smooth, almost liquid in its texture, and clung to her skin like a second layer. The material was cold, sending a shiver down Millie's spine as Julia spread it over her body. When it reached her neck and ankles, Julia paused, her eyes gleaming with a wicked light. "This is my pièce de résistance," she whispered, her voice full of pride. "A vacuum bed."
The fan kicked in, the low hum filling the room as the air was sucked from beneath the sheet. Millie felt the material tighten around her, pulling her into a snug embrace that grew tighter with every second. It was a strange, almost claustrophobic feeling, as if she were being swallowed by a living creature. Her breasts flattened against her chest, her stomach and thighs molded to the contours of the bed. The sensation was oddly erotic, the pressure enhancing the ache in her pussy that hadn't fully subsided from the last round of tickling.
Julia moved quickly, strapping a soft, velvet-lined band around Millie's forehead. The pressure was gentle but firm, keeping her head in place as the rest of her body, other than her feet,was pushed down into the unyielding embrace of the latex.
The moment the screen flickered to life, Millie's eyes shot upwards, drawn to the sight like a moth to a flame. There, on the high-definition display, were a pair of bare soles - her own, captured in exquisite detail. The camera angle was such that she could see every wrinkle and line that made up her gorgeous, meaty soles. They were displayed like a prized possession, a focal point of the room's decor that she couldn't escape.
Julia's voice was a soft purr in the background, the sound of the vac beds motor joining the symphony of sounds that filled the room. The sight of her own feet, bound and at the mercy of this sadistic artist, was almost too much to bear. She felt a fresh wave of arousal pool between her legs, her body responding to the situation in a way that she couldn't quite understand.
Julia took a moment to appreciate the view, the forefoot wide and fleshy, the arches high and begging for attention. With a wicked smile, she began looping the soft, velveteen-lined restraints around each toe, pulling them taut until Millie's feet were spread wide, her soles exposed and vulnerable.
As the last toe tie was tightened, Julia chuckled, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and malice. "Now, let's see how well you handle a real tickling session," she murmured, her voice a dark promise of the torment to come.
"Beg me to tickle your feet, Millie," Julia demanded, her tone a seductive purr that sent a shiver down Millie's spine. The young star's eyes shot to hers, wide with a mix of fear and confusion.
"Julia, please," she panted, her voice hoarse from her screams. "I can't... I'm too sensitive." She tried to pull her legs closer, but the restraint around her ankles held firm. Julia's eyes gleamed with amusement at Millie's futile attempt to shield herself.
With a flick of her wrist, Julia pressed a button on her remote, and the pink vibrator buried deep within Millie's pussy roared to life. Millie's eyes went wide as the relentless buzzing filled her, setting her nerve endings alight. The vibrations were intense, a sharp contrast to the gentle caress of Julia's touch moments ago.
"Beg me," Julia repeated, her voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers through Millie's body. The room's atmosphere thickened with the tension of unspoken words and the electricity of power dynamics.
"Julia, please," Millie gasped, her body straining against the unforgiving embrace of the latex vacuum bed. "I can't...please, don't tickle me."
With a flick of her wrist, Julia cranked the vibrator up another three notches, the intense buzzing causing Millie's eyes to water. She felt like she was going to split apart at the seams, the vibrations ricocheting through her body and sending her senses spiraling out of control.
Julia's hands moved to cover Millie's mouth and nose, the scent of latex and the warmth of her palms enveloping her, cutting off her air supply. "Beg me to tickle your feet, Millie," Julia whispered in her ear, her breath hot and sweet. Millie's eyes widened, panic setting in, but Julia's grip was firm, leaving no room for escape.
The seconds ticked by, the only sounds in the room the muffled whine of the vibrator and the frantic beating of Millie's heart. Just as she felt the beginnings of a desperate need to breathe, Julia lifted her hands, a smug smile playing on her lips. "What's the magic word?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Millie's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Please tickle my feet," she managed to get out, the word sounding more like a whine of defeat than a genuine plea.
Julia's smile grew wider. "Ah, I love the sound of those sweet words," she said, her voice a velvet purr. She reached down to the foot of the bed and picked up a feather, her eyes never leaving Millie's face.
With the precision of a surgeon, Julia began to trace the outline of Millie's left big toe with the feather's tip. Millie's body jerked in response, the lightest touch sending a bolt of pure electricity straight to her core. Julia took her time, savoring the anticipation.
Her movements grew bolder, the feather flitting from toe to toe, the gentle tickle growing more insistent with each pass. Millie's breath grew shallow, her eyes wide with fear and excitement. She could feel the beginnings of a giggle bubbling up in her chest, desperately trying to fight it down.
Julia's eyes gleamed with victory as she watched Millie's body respond. She knew that the g spot vibrator was still working its magic, pushing her past the post orgasm torment of the last few minutes and back to the brink of ecstasy.
With a dramatic flair, Julia hit the button on the remote, and the buzzing from the vibrator inside Millie's pussy ceased abruptly. The sudden absence of the intense vibration was almost as jarring as the tickling itself. Millie's body spasmed, a strangled gasp escaping her as the sensation of being filled was ripped away.
Julia leaned in, her eyes searching Millie's face, a sadistic smile playing on her lips. "Was that enough, my dear?" she purred. "Or are you still craving more?"
Millie's chest heaved with the effort to contain her laughter, her eyes wide and desperate. She nodded frantically, trying to communicate without speaking. Julia chuckled, the sound low and sinister. "Good," she murmured, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Let's see if we can push you even closer."
With a flick of her wrist, Julia turned the vibrator back on, the buzzing starting low and building in intensity until it reached a crescendo that had Millie's legs trembling. The feather continued its merciless dance, moving from the toes to the arches, back and forth in a relentless rhythm that had her entire body tensing with the effort not to scream.
The tension grew, the air in the room thick with it. Julia could see the sweat beading on Millie's forehead, feel the way her body quivered with every touch. It was like watching a bomb tick down to detonation, each second bringing her closer to an explosion of pleasure. Millie's eyes pleaded with hers, a silent cry for mercy that Julia had no intention of granting.
As the vibrator's intensity grew, so too did Millie's moans. They grew from small whimpers to deep, throaty sounds of need. Julia watched with a sadistic glee as the young star's body began to shake, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. And just as quickly as it had begun, Julia flicked the switch, the vibrator going silent.
Millie's eyes shot open, and she screamed in frustration. She was truly in hell, and was trying to find any escape from the torment. Her eyes were wet with tears of both pain and pleasure, her body betraying her with each twitch and spasm.
Julia didn't bat an eye and continued lightly feathering Millie's plump toes, watching with a detached fascination as the young woman's body writhed in response. The sight of Millie's bound form, completely immobile and open to Julia's every whim, was intoxicating. Julia's own desire grew with each pass of the feather, the anticipation of the next round of tickling a delicious torment.
"Please," Millie begged, her voice strained and desperate. "Turn it back on, Julia, please."
Julia chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Millie's spine. "You want more?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr. "You want to feel that delicious pressure again?"
Millie nodded frantically, her eyes pleading. "Yes," she gasped, her voice muffled by the gag. "Please, Julia, I need it."
Julia's smile grew wider, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "Very well," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "But remember, if you want to cum, you must endure." She leaned over Millie, the feather in her hand replaced by two large, stiff hairbrushes with long, rounded bristles. "Beg me for a whole hour of these on your taut, helpless soles," she ordered.
Julia's eyes never left Millie's face, a twisted smile playing on her lips as she watched the young starlet squirm beneath her. The cocoon of latex and the only light coming from the crimson spotlights that cast an eerie glow across the bound woman's sweat-drenched body. She knew the sight of her own soles, displayed so prominently on the screen, was driving Millie wild with fear.
"Beg me," Julia repeated, her voice a sweet yet commanding whisper. The room was filled with the steady hum of the vac bed's motor and the sound of Millie's shallow, ragged breaths. Her heart hammered in her chest, the anticipation of the impending tickling almost too much to bear.
The bound woman's eyes searched Julia's, a silent plea for respite from the torment that she knew was coming. But Julia was unyielding, the sadistic glint in her eye speaking volumes about the delight she took in her friend's suffering. The brushes loomed large over her small size 6 feet, poised and ready to deliver another round of unbearable tickling.
"Julia, please," Millie whispered, her voice trembling. "I'll do anything else, just don't...please."
Julia leaned in, her smile a cold, cruel curve. "Beg for it," she repeated, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Beg for the hour of torment."
Millie's eyes searched hers, desperate for a reprieve, but all she found was a hunger for control and a desire to push her limits. "Julia, I'm begging you," she whispered, her voice a trembling plea. "Please, I can't handle an hour of that."
Julia's smile remained cold, her eyes never wavering from Millie's face. "If you want to cum," she repeated, her voice a velvety purr that seemed to wrap itself around the bound woman's soul, "it's an hour of my big, bad brushes on your little soles."
Millie's breath hitched, her eyes darting to the brushes in Julia's hand. The fear was palpable, the room thick with it. But there was something else there, too – a spark of defiance, a flicker of fire that hadn't been extinguished by the relentless tickling.
Julia leaned in closer, her breath hot on Millie's ear. "Your orgasm is in my hands, my dear," she whispered, her voice a dark seduction. "All you have to do is ask for it."
Her body was a live wire, her vaginal walls pulsing around the silent vibrator, desperate for the release that Julia dangled just out of reach. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered the words that seemed to echo in the dark recesses of the room. "Please, Julia...an hour of...of the brushes on my feet."
Julia leaned back, her eyes gleaming with victory. "Good girl," she murmured, her voice a sweet caress that made Millie's skin crawl. She switched on the vibrator again, the buzzing starting low and building back up to that delicious, agonizing crescendo.
The brushes hovered over Millie's vulnerable soles, the bristles dancing in the crimson light. Julia waited, watching for the moment when Millie's body was poised on the edge of release, her thighs trembling and her breath coming in desperate pants. And just as she was about to tip over that precipice, Julia hit the off button on the remote.
The silence that followed was deafening. Millie's eyes rolled back in her head, her body convulsing as the sudden absence of vibration sent a shockwave through her. She let out a blood-curdling scream of pure frustration, her voice echoing off the velvety black walls. Julia couldn't help but smirk at the power she held, the way she could control her friend's pleasure and pain with the flick of a switch.
"Now, now," Julia said, her voice a mocking soothe. "Patience is a virtue, darling. You'll get your orgasm, but not until you've truly earned it." She took a moment to appreciate the desperate look on Millie's face, the way she twitched against the vacuum bed, the way her body begged for release. It was a beautiful sight, one that fueled Julia's own dark desires.
To be continued
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This is a fine series. 
