Blissful Torment

Miriam had an ... interesting ... hobby.

On a Friday or Saturday evening, if she had not gone out with friends (and she rarely did, as she was a bit of a shy bookworm), she prepared her paraphernalia. A pair of tight latex panties. A vibrating dildo. A buttplug, also vibrating. A jar of lube. 

She checked the programming of her expensive toys on her smartphone. They were set to randomly go off and on in different intervals over the next nine hours.

She lubed them up, and her own crotch, then stuffed them both into herself. Then she put the black latex panties on, holding everything inside of herself in place, and also trapping all moisture and lube. The more aroused she got, the less there would be any danger of soreness afterwards. And she was already biting her lip in anticipation. She only ever did this on weekends with a free morning after, and only once per week. She had been looking forward to her session since Monday.

She laid down, the toys snugly filling her up, and grabbed her last item from the bedside table: A triple dose of Melatonex, a new sleeping pill that was famous for putting people asleep so deeply that their house could burn down without them waking.

Miriam popped three of the big pills into her mouth, and swallowed them with a little water. Ten minutes later, she was fast asleep.

Ten minutes later, her dildo began to vibrate for a solid hour. Halfway through that, the buttplug joined in. She had her two orgasms before that, and six more while being doubly stimulated.

Her dreams were one sexual encounter after the other. Rape, gangbangs, loving romance, masturbation, it all blurred together into six hours of bliss and torture, unable to stop it, barely able to bear it, every morning waking up shaking and exhausted, promising herself to never try it again, only to start to crave it before the weekend was even over.

Originally written 2019-02-17, copyright Blissful Torment