She cannot think, she cannot fear, she cannot want, she only feels. The leads for the firing buttons had been rewired to a computerized controller and the wires for the electrodes were lengthened with the electrodes perfectly positioned to align with Sandra’s clit and when worn. She sighs in relief, but then realizes her new predicament; she’s only half way through the journey and she must choose between retreating to her room now and suffering another punishment or completing the journey and taking the risk that whoever is using the bathroom might want a drink or a snack before returning to bed. ‘No,’ she decides ‘the task is on the calendar, the slave must complete it’. The next orgasm rapidly approaching, Sandra uses all her strength to pull her legs close hoping to avoid straining her nipples anymore than necessary. Her clit and rosebud are so sore from the constant barrage that the vibrators have lost their effect It had been nearly fifteen minutes since she has cum, the Master hit full power five minutes ago and it just isn’t enough anymore. Everything was arranged so that the half egg shaped studded TPU dome on one vibrator would be pressed tightly against her clit when the belt was secured. She shifts in her bonds, causing the pain to come rushing back.
