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Some strange noise, half whimper, half yelp of shock, bubbles out of your chest. Your body tenses like a bowstring, every muscle pulled tight as the Kegel suddenly releases its own scream inside you, the vibrations getting stronger and stronger. You can practically taste your pulse in your temples, a frantic beat that seems to be trying to escape your skull. Yet your heart skips in time with the monitor’s signaling beep that you’re in the danger zone. Frost is opposingly silent, eerily so, as if nothing has changed. He… Weiterlesen

Your hips strain, suspended in their raised, vulgar position, Frost’s words pounding in your head: “Don’t lose your electron.” You repeat them like a mantra. Don’t lose your electron. Don’t lose your electron. Don’t lose your electron. Vibrations race through you, like a million fire ants on the march. They burn and buzz in your core, an ever intensifying agitation that won’t let up. Your brows furrow as your eyes flutter closed, feeling the escalation in your lower belly.   Then a shock—a stinging smack on your ass cheek—and his sharp warning:   “I didn’t say… Weiterlesen

A punctured gasp slips through your lips. Then another. And another. Your breaths grow ragged, your nails digging into the palms that house them as you grip the strap handles against your own weight and Frost’s actions, clutching like you’re trying to hold on to your sanity even as you feel it slipping between your clammy fingers. Your eyes follow the crop as it slowly glides over the curve of your outer thigh, trailing to the back of your knee, then elevating to your calf and shin. Your toes stiffen… Weiterlesen

The doctor observes you from across the room, his now muted company more oppressive than the punitive quiet of his Emancipation Room. His gaze is fixed. Upon your sex. A sharp twinge of lust hits your core at the knowledge he can see you spread so obscenely. You are open without concealment, moaning in spite of yourself. Despite your best efforts to remain steady on the frame, something carnal engulfs you, your eyelids hooding around the dynamic image of the swaying pendulum across from you. Hypnotic. Erratic. Shuddering gasps and… Weiterlesen

Sweat sits at your temples as you hang in midair, suspended above the ground. Naked. Unsteady. No. Matter. What. Your brain swivels as you stare ahead. Frost’s eyes squint in concentration as he makes a few adjustments to the interface, ignoring your struggle to take in his latest command. A new picture appears on the monitor; two identical red dots on either side of a larger blue dot, dashed lines a few inches behind each of them. At the same time you speculate, Frost says, “The dots depict each Kegel’s… Weiterlesen

An abrupt chill pierces your body, acute impressions shooting through your center. Your arms quiver uncontrollably, your fingernails carving crescent moons into your palms around the strap handles of the swing. Your mouth hangs open of its own volition, releasing a breathless gasp. Your eyes gape wide open, blinking against the sensation of the solid mass he just inserted… in your ‘other‘ mouth. Your brows furrow, the dazed, confused stare below them locked on the face of ambivalence, reflecting shock in silence, questioning what you can’t voice even though no… Weiterlesen

Your eyes are saucers in your head. Your face is a frozen mask of trepidation. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, gaping like a fish out of water; the very thing he’s so clearly committed to demonstrate. Your pupils dilate at the sight of the new object—yet another chain, adorned with clamps. Your ears perk up at the sound of them clinking against the quiet. Without him even saying it, your entire body tenses as your back caves, your chest shrinking away from it instinctively. Frost reaches for… Weiterlesen

Consciousness hits you like a big bag of bricks, bashing into your brittle body so that your limbs are suddenly heavy and unresponsive. Even as you comprehend, it’s hard to think straight. Frost’s cold eyes continue to stare, all the way into your brain matter, and you can see the calculation in his gaze, the way he’s assessing you. Like he’s capturing your reaction. Weighing your value. You can do little else but mimic as you watch him retrieve yet another item from his impeccably-organized, seemingly endless archive of tools:… Weiterlesen

Patent fear rolls down your spine. Like ice water. No, straight up ice. You can’t even swallow. Geese erupt across your flesh like an allergic reaction, hot spots abruptly forming beneath your skin. You can’t tell if it’s your body’s acute recollection of the previous crop’s parting gift or the anticipation of what’s to come with this new one. The one you fear the most. The image of the appropriately-named slapper crop sits in your direct line of view, displaying the crown from which it begets its cruel title. Oh… Weiterlesen

Frost’s mammoth wall shelf looms in the distance like a living creature in its den, so large it feels like it’s right next to you instead of tens of feet away. Frost himself stops in front of a column of shelves that stretches all the way to touch the ceiling, like an onlooking giant and his beanstalk. In ominous silence, you watch as he reaches inside one of the compartments, retrieving something. An object. Your eyes dart to the label lining its resting place at the same time he draws… Weiterlesen