Time Out

The woman stood with her eyes shut tight, tears on her cheeks. She had designed and built the device, now she was its prisoner, held captive by her own body.

She stood with her legs held spread, with her arms straight out from her sides locked to cords extending to the mechanisms on 
the walls.  The waist and crotch straps held the vibrator tightly in her cunt with bristles against and massaging her clit.

She was wet with her own sweat. She had no idea how many orgasm she had had, but wanted it to end.  The vibrator did 
not care what she wanted, it would keep her climaxing as long as she did not stop it. And she could not stop it until she freed herself. 

She was past wondering what would happen if it never stopped.

All she had to do to free herself was to hold her arms out, steady and not pull on the cords attached to the wall for five minutes. 
Every time one of the cords was pulled, the five minute timer was reset.  If she held steady for the full five minutes, the mechanisms on the wall would release the cords and she would be free.

She felt sure she had been holding her arms steady for close to five minutes.  Then the sensations built up in her cunt and clit 
and she knew she was approaching another orgasm. As the feeling increased she fought to hold her arms steady. 

She had to get free!

Her hips began moving in an uncontrollable dance as the climax grew nearer. Still she held here arms steady.  She was in a race, the timer against how long could she hold off the orgasm.

Then the orgasm hit her, he whole body going into spasm, only held in place by the cords locked to her wrists.  As her arms 
jerked the cords, she moaned and fresh tears came. 

She knew she was trapped for yet another cycle.

The woman stood writhing, struggling against her bonds, sobbing, crying for the orgasm to end so the timer could start and she 
could try again to free herself.
 

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