Why Won't It Work? - Whiiiine...
"Haa... Hnng, ugh...."
My private sanctuary, door locked tight so no one could barge in. I lay diagonally on the bed, one hand clutching my phone, breathing raggedly. The egg rotor wedged lightly against my pussy vibrated relentlessly, stimulating me without mercy.
"Uwaaah...! Th-this... the feeling...!!"
It was definitely working. Every time the physical tremors hit my sensitive skin, my body twitched, and pussy juices leaked out, soaking my thighs. If I shifted the rotor slightly to press against that hidden bean inside, a jolt of stimulation hit me so hard my body spasmed.
But that was it. Exactly there.
"Why... hnng! Ahh... why won't it work...."
I could definitely feel my body heating up, a heavy warmth building in my lower belly. But I couldn't cross that threshold—the one where my mind went blank white and my whole body felt like it would explode, like back then. No matter how much I cranked the vibration to max, twisted the direction, and pressed down hard, nothing changed.
The sharp, overwhelming sensation I'd felt when Ye-eun Seo gripped my breasts and roughly plunged into my pussy didn't come even a hair's breadth close. It was like some massive wall blocked me, leaving me circling the surface over and over.
It felt good, but an emptiness crept in too, like something was missing.
Click!
"Haa, haa...."
In the end, I irritably shut off the remote and flung it onto the bed. I couldn't even get close to climax, just skimming the surface—now all that did was fill my lower belly with frustration and a sticky thirst that tormented me.
Was it really impossible? Had my body become one that couldn't cum without Ye-eun Seo's touch, without her forceful commands?
No way. That can't be.
I frantically shook my head in denial. Yeah, masturbation always needed visual stimulation, right? Even when I was a guy, I didn't just close my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I put on videos with hot women for that visual kick.
"Wh-what should I watch...? Something... hot...."
Once I'd rationalized it, I snatched the smartphone I'd tossed by my pillow. Punched in the password, opened the hidden folder in my gallery. The screen filled with all the yuri hentai pics of pretty girl characters I'd diligently collected.
"Hoo...."
I flicked the rotor back on, tossed the remote in front of me, and started slowly swiping through the phone screen with my other hand.
Adding the visual stimulation definitely changed things from before. Watching those two women on screen tangle their tongues, knead each other's breasts, and grind their secret spots raw made the sunken pleasure start boiling up again.
"Haa, hn... hng...."
Yeah, this was it. Doing it while looking at hentai made the toy's vibrations feel way sharper, the building pleasure totally different from earlier. A bit more imagination, and maybe I could reach climax on my own.
I quickly swiped for better ones. That's when it happened.
"Huh...?"
My finger stopped dead on one illustration amid the flood of images. This wasn't your standard soft, caressing yuri hentai.
One girl character had her arms twisted behind her back, her whole body tightly bound in thick, rough rope. Helpless, tears of shame streaming down as she spread her legs wide. And looming over her, another girl with an arrogant, chilling expression reached toward the bound girl's secret place.
The scene right before thick, forceful violation began. The raw depiction of submission and domination hit me, and my heart started pounding wildly—totally different from before.
"Wh-what is this...?!"
For a split second, Ye-eun Seo's cold smile—the one from when she violated and tamed me—overlapped with the image.
Ye-eun would totally want to tie me up like this and ravage me. Bind me so I couldn't escape, look down with haughty eyes full of lust, and slowly extend that hand.
Would she finger my pussy? No, she'd definitely use tools too. I was using one now—Ye-eun would have a whole arsenal ready to torment me one by one. She'd already shoved something weird up my ass to make a tail last time.
Ye-eun... tying me up, immobilizing me... then using those tools on my sensitive spots one by one...!
Just imagining it made my lower belly churn madly. The hentai didn't show what happened next, so I naturally closed my eyes and filled in the blanks in my head.
First that popped up was me. In reality, my hand trembled holding the phone, but in my fantasy, I was different. Arms wrenched behind my back, wrists bound tight with thick, rough rope. Legs tied into an M-shape, forcing my secret spot wide open.
"Haa, ugh...!"
I couldn't move as I wished.
The powerlessness of being bound, unable to budge, exposing my shameful place—it started creeping over me in the delusion.
And beyond my tightly shut eyes, the apparition I both feared and craved appeared.
My owner, the one with full rights to my body. Ye-eun Seo approached with a chilling smile, looking down at me.
In reality, this pink rotor was stuck to my pussy, but in fantasy, it was gripped in her pale hand.
"Our puppy's in heat all alone? Can't do a thing without your owner, huh."
"Hic... Y-Ye-eun-ie...."
"How cheeky—trying to get off by yourself? Gotta punish a disobedient bitch."
The imagined Ye-eun's voice echoed coldly in my ears. She slowly approached, extending the rotor between my legs. The instant it touched my secret spot, the real machine's vibration felt vividly like she was shoving it in.
"Hyaaak?!"
"How's that, Seo-jin? Get it now what you did wrong?"
"Uuu, ngh.... Haaahk!"
"Still don't? Need more punishment?"
No, I kinda got it. I was just a bitch who'd disobeyed her owner. She hadn't explicitly ordered no solo masturbation, but that didn't make it unreasonable. Ye-eun, who treated me like a mere dog to toy with, would scoff and issue it as obvious.
"Hnggh...! Hnng, ahnng...! Uuugh...."
"Quiet down. Want the neighbors hearing you're tied up in heat?"
"Hmph? Uuup.... Haaaang...!"
"Keep noisy, and I'll force your mouth shut."
"Hnguuph!!"
Her threat made me clamp my mouth shut. If she gagged me like she said, I couldn't say the safe word anymore. Then I'd be helpless, ravaged however she wanted.
Limbs bound, mouth stuffed, tormented by toys. Even screaming the safe word, only muffled moans escape. Thinking that horror might come made my whole body shudder.
I had to endure. Keep quiet as possible.
"Hmp.... Uuugh... Hnngh?! Y-Ye-eun... haa! Ye-eun-ie...."
"Voice too loud? Our bitch? Gonna cum already from this?"
"H-haa, ugh.... G-gonna... cum. Hng! Wanna cum... p-please...."
"Want it that bad?"
Her smile flashed in the darkness.
"Then cum, you vulgar bitch."
"Hic...?!"
The cold permission from her mocking lips. Pent-up pleasure erupted like a volcano, my hips arching like a bow.
"Haaaaang—!!!"
Vision went pure white. Hot juices gushed from between my legs, squirting in massive waves. Weaker than Ye-eun's touch, but definitely a climax—the intense pleasure let me say I'd cum for real.
This... is insane....
Way past cumming—my pussy ached from the overstimulation.
Savoring the afterglow, I cautiously opened my eyes.
"Haa... haa... uh, wh-what...?"
Reality crashed in. No rough ropes binding me, no Ye-eun sneering down. Just my twitching body alone in the cold room—and the pink rotor, somehow shoved deep inside my pussy, buzzing wildly.
Lost in delusion, I'd unknowingly pushed it in.
"Agh...! Ah, it hurts...."
I carefully pulled out the rotor, lightly rubbing my sore, stinging pussy. Brutal reality hit like a wave.
In the end, I couldn't cum solo. Only after fantasizing about being tied and miserably ravaged by Ye-eun did I cross the threshold.
And the trigger? Some random yuri hentai. Just the setup of one character bound, the other approaching to violate slowly—and I'd imagined myself tied, ravaged by Ye-eun.
"Why the hell.... Why did I imagine that!"
I hurled the phone again, burying my face in the pillow. Self-reproach got me nowhere. As the harsh comedown faded, the lingering pleasure from that masturbation crept back.
Getting this excited from mere imagination—what if Ye-eun did it for real? That forbidden thought started rising in my head right then.
Bzzzzt!
The smartphone on the bed vibrated short and sharp, screen lighting up. Through tear-blurred eyes, I glanced indifferently—and froze, breath catching.
"What...? Why at this hour all of a sudden...."
Messages this late were rare, so unease flooded me. Mumbling to myself, I slowly unlocked the phone and opened the messaging app.
Clicking her name for details, my finger froze solid.
Ye-eun's message was just one photo, no text.
The instant I saw it, the phone slipped powerlessly from my hand.
"Wh-what the hell is this...?!"
She'd sent a photo of me leaving the adult shop that afternoon.