Free Her Father, My Master: Enthralled by Mallorie Griffin

way.  I
attempted to clench my legs together to lessen the thing's erotic impact, but
as much as I strained against my bonds, I found I really couldn't move.
    And the vibrations were growing
stronger, ever stronger.  I knew my master was behind this, and it made the
sensations all the more pleasurable.  He could control me, even when he wasn't
in the room.
    I could hear the egg buzzing inside
me as it continued to increase in power.  The pleasure was near overwhelming,
but not quite enough to make me come.  It was only enough to make me want even
more.  It was enough to make me crave my master in ways I never thought
possible before.
    I moaned and strained against my
bonds for the dozenth time.  My body was on fire – even the slight tingle of air
moving over my skin was mind blowing.  I needed him, and I needed him now.  And
it felt as though the egg were growing inside me, getting larger and larger,
stretching me wide and bringing me immeasurable amounts of pleasure... I needed
him.  I needed him to make me come.
    As quickly as it started, it
stopped as well.  And there was no slow tapering away.  He just turned it off. 
I couldn't help it – I let out a low moan as my exhausted body sank, letting
the chains hold me up now.  Sweat dripped down my forehead, dropping on my
shoulders and trickling down my breasts.  It tickled and itched and etched
lines of fire in my skin, but I couldn't do anything about it.  I was
completely bound by Mr. Hendricks.
    My mouth wordlessly opened and
closed.  My body throbbed and pulsed.  It begged to be taken down and fucked,
but my master was nowhere in sight.  I was left alone, to stew in my own
juices.  The house was completely silent.  For all I knew, he'd left his home
completely.  He'd left me alone.
    I felt a small twinge of fear, just
then.  What if something happened to me?  I had no way to escape.
    I wasn't able to dwell on that
thought for long, however, for my master started the egg up again.  There was
no mercy, this time.  He ramped the egg to its maximum setting, and I felt as
if my world was being shaken apart.  It felt so good, so impossibly good.  He
had me so close to coming, and he wasn't even in the room... I wanted to come,
I needed to come.
    I bowed my head and squeezed my
eyes shut, trying to urge that familiar climax to roll through my body, but it
was no use.  I heard a low chuckle, and lifted my head.  Mr. Hendricks had
silently entered the room, when I wasn't looking.
    “You enjoy your new toy, my pet?”
he asked, trailing a hand along my bare skin.  His touch was electric.
    “Yes,” I gasped as the egg jolted
and reverberated through my body.  “Yes, master.”
    “That's a good girl.  How long do
you think you can handle this?”
    “As long as you... need me... to.” 
My words came out in croaking gasps and squeals as he played with the egg,
sharply increasing and decreasing its power without warning.
    “Good.  Just what I wanted to
hear,” he murmured.  “Do you see that button on the wall?”
    I glanced to where he indicated. 
There was a small white button on a switch plate.  It was within reach, but
only barely so.  “I see it, sir.”
    “If you truly need help, press it. 
I will come.”  He smiled and turned.  “But for now, I will leave you to
enjoy... this.”  At that last word, he ramped the power all the way up on the
egg, and I screamed in pleasure.  “Good pet.  I will talk to you later.”  With
that, he left me in the room.  Alone.
    *****
    Minutes passed, and then it felt
like hours.  My legs shook with exhaustion, and my pussy felt thoroughly abused
by the egg inside me.  The leather straps rubbed and chafed my sensitive skin. 
It felt like my entire body was on fire; it coursed with electricity and
longing.
    And I never knew when my master
would turn on that cursed egg.  Sometimes he would keep it on for minutes,
teasing and torturing me with its pleasurable sensations, and sometimes