Submissive

Knowing all that then, it felt insane when you found yourself starting to fantasize about being one of them, even asking her to tie you up and give you a taste- that was when she offered to do one better. You had a week of annual leave coming up and she could quite easily pull some strings to have you voluntarily committed; 7 days spent in constant restraint, cruelly teased as she used every trick at her disposal to make you as desperate as she could. Just within the first hour of your 'vacation' you knew she hadn't been exaggerating, and by the time you were locked in chastity and allowed to rest you were already half out of your mind.

What had there been before this room? Before her touch? Before the burning need you felt to cum that filled every moment? By day 5 you could barely remember, it was no wonder so few patients ever left the bondage asylum- the treatments alone were enough to cause madness. When Monday morning finally arrived, or so she told you since it was impossible to track time here, she climbed on top once again for 'one final torment'.

Within moments of springing free from the cage you were rock hard and simmering away, precum emerging in a torrent as she masterfully stroked with her trademark feather-light touch; the edge was coming... coming... here, and you went over! The orgasm you craved began to erupt in a wave of... nothing. She'd ceased all contact, leaving you to throb wildly and cum poured out in a thick, pleasureless glob.

"I hope you enjoyed that orgasm baby," she said seizing your cock and forcing it back into chastity,