She watched me. From across the room standing against the wall. Hero suit ever on. I had never seen her face, never seen her body. But I knew her. And she knew me well too well.
I watched her. With my eyes being the only, part of my body I was in control of. I looked at her taking her in, the evacuation hero. No one would ever believe she’d be down here in this dungeon. Doing this. So I stared.
I twitched. Involuntary. Her hand clasped a small remote and another beside her on the table she leaned on a larger dial. My head was buzzed and I wasn’t sure which she pressed or turned. But I had felt it.
She laughed and turned the dial up. This time I watched.
Tied up as I was, hanging from the wall unable to move unable to do anything but stare at my domme. I could do nothing but wither and moan but not.
I couldn’t even do that. Even with the now pounding fucktoy aimed in my hole abusing me. I wasn’t allowed to moan. To make a noise.
No, those were the rules.
I couldn’t help it though. The vibrator that pulsed on my nipples, the abusing machine, the ropes that pushed against all my erogenous zones. The staring. God the staring.
She pressed a button again. I lost.
It was only the tiniest little thing I swear. Just a whimper, high and whiny but it was enough.
The cap from her finger dropped and the vacuum began. The air stripped straight from my lungs. I choked, my eyes watered. It was only a second at most five but her quirk was strong and I bordered on passing out.
“Try again.” Her voice came through her mask lower than usual. Slower but still with that distinct distance that came from her helmet. It made her seem even further away. But no less in control of me. She waited until I had fully calmed down before turning the first switch back on. The vibrating nipple clamps. Those I could deal with. I breathed deep but made sure to make no sound.
The rule was I had to cum silently or not at all.
The shout I let out when the fuck machine was turned straight to high speed, going straight for that spot in me that hit all my buttons, was nothing but silent. But she let it run, and I panted. I moaned, I let out every bit of my voice I could because I knew what was coming next. And It wasn’t me.
Everything turned off as soon as I was about to reach climax.
And she watched me. And waited for me to calm down.
And I watched her. Biting my lip waiting.
She tilted her head.
“Colour?”
“Green.”
“Good. Now maybe 13 will be your lucky number.”