Chapter 63 Chapter 63
Alina's POV
"Take a deep breath,"
I did.
"Shift your weight slightly.”
I shifted.
“Relax your shoulders..."
I relaxed or at least attempted to, following the lady's instructions. But really, would you relax right now? Say you were me, strapped in some strange sculpture, gradually becoming more and more aware of your environment, feeling eyes on you. Hers and...
Him.
He was staring at me.
I was thinking more and more about that, and I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit.
"Is this all there is?" I called out to her. The lady. She'd gone over to some wall, some sort of control panel thingy there with her. "Am I done testing it?"
"Err...no. not just yet, Ma'am." Her voice reached my ears, my eyes easily finding her as her footsteps grew closer.
"I was going to start it up over there." She explained, "I've turned it on, and now we can test."
Wow. "So the past 2 to 3 minutes I've been sitting is just a waste." I grumbled, sighing to myself. Then I faced her. A smiling face awaiting me.
"Can we start?" I just said, tired already.
"Yes ma'am, you-
"Calling Ms.Rosey. Ms. Rosey to the front doors." A voice echoed everywhere. Automated. "Ms. Rosey. Ms. Rosey to the front doors."
I looked at her, she looked at me. "That's me," she simply said, apologetic. "I will err...I will have to check that out, but you stay here. Test it out."
What?
"How do I test-
"Just be normal." She said, moving away. Going. "The frame reacts according to you. Your senses, it feels what you feel and enhances those feelings. Try it."
"Wh- hey!"
But she was already gone. Apologizing as she went, the speakers in the building blasting more with her name. This time with a higher intensity, surely to show the urgency of the situation.
"Ughhhh," I shut my eyes, rolling it regardless. "Things just keep getting worse. How do I operate this stuff?"
I looked at myself. Legs strapped below, arms free, body literally in the air cause I was seated on top of the frame. Frame may I add is a perfect fit for my body.
"How do I operate this thing?" I lamented softly, looking around for buttons, holes, clues... anything. But all I found was nothing.
I tried to look behind me, the frame itself cause my back was on it right? But guess what.
It reacted then. Tightened. The frame tightened, it tightened around me.
"Woah," I said, surprised. "That was... weird."
I moved again, wanting to turn fully as the straps around my legs would allow. But in turn I spun around, the frame turned me around and somehow got even smaller. Increased its hold on me, tightened and clenched around my body, arching me right up in such a way that felt like someone suddenly grabbed and pushed me right up.
I froze.
My pulse skyrocketed, pounding loudly in my chest, my eyes bright and alert. Like every part of me suddenly was.
"What's happening? What's -
It began to move again. Slowly turning me back around, my eyes alert, panic creeping in, uncertainty.
"Err...hello?" I tried calling out as it soon reached the position I was in to begin with, but it wasn't finished yet. I settled on my initial spot, and then it began to recline. Tint backwards, a force arching my back even more as it did, forcing me into a strange upright position where my breasts were practically in my face, still trapped in my dark purple dress though. But that was the least of my worries cause I soon felt something else. Something cool, firm, steel.
A strap.
New straps. I felt them around my waist, and more on my legs as those other ones there felt even firmer all of sudden. My thighs gradually pulling themselves apart, one higher than the other, my dress feeling the strain, cool air suddenly hitting my insides. Letting me know I was exposed. Exposed and then trapped.
"Oh my God, what's happening?" I cried out, wanting help. Anybody. "S-s-sir? Boss?"
No response.
No reactions.
No sounds.
Just me breathing and wondering what the fuck was happening with me. With this frame!
"R-Roman?" I finally gave in, calling his name. "Ro are you there?"
No response. Not immediately.
But I got a reaction.
More than that, I got a face. His face.
First a click sound went off in the air, and then the frame I was on lowered me for a bit. Just enough for my eye level to finally see the floor and maybe stuff around the room. Then him.
Him most definitely. It was what I searched for first, and in return, I got his eyes on me also. A slow smirk gradually finding it's way to his lips, some sort of dark energy rolling off him, his stare fixed on me, making me all the more uncomfortable in my position. But not in the way I'd been few seconds before now.
This was different.
This was hotter. It made my skin flush and burn hot as slowly he stalked towards me. Taking his time. His sweet precious time, the sound of his feet steady in the air, my pulse racing in accordance, lips parted slightly. Staring at him. Staring at him gradually stop right in front of me.
"Interesting," the word left his lips. Low. Smooth. And I heard it. Scratch that, I felt it. I felt on my skin. Shockingly too, but wait.
What was I doing right now? What was I about to start thinking instead of the ridiculousness of my current situation??
"Something wrong," I breathed out, forcing my head clear. "Something's wrong with this equipment. Help get me off."
"Huh?" He cocked his head, disagreeing. "I don't think so. Nothing's wrong. It's working just fine."
What?
"What are you-
Boom!
It moved again. "Oh my God!"
"Don't move." His voice reached my ears, freezing me. "Don't move. It reacts based off you. It's been connected to you the moment you sat on it."
"What?" My head tried to turn. Impulse. But I moved again. Turned right back to him, to face him. Only that now things were a little complicated.
He'd moved also. Probably to stop my spin earlier, but now I was back at the spot, we were in eachother's face. Nose to nose, eyes to eyes, mouth to mouth, lips -
You get the point.
"Can you err..." I stuttered, clearing my throat. "Can you move a little?"
He stayed still, and then adjusted, giving me space. Enough for me to let out back a subtle sigh of relief I didn't realise i was holding.
Still, "what did you mean it's been connected to me?" I asked, wanting to be clear. To get off this thing. "I want to get off, help me get off."
"Wait." He halted me, "You got on it to test it out, you can't just get off. Besides,"
He gestured to my waist. The strap. I still had some on my legs too.
"You still have to unlock those." He looked up at me, my eyes.
"They're tighter than expected." I said, "Grow firmer with movement."
"It's to increase pleasure."
"Pleasure?" My eyes went wide, he smirked.
"Why else do you think they're here? They'll be more surely."
"More??" I moved again. Impulse. The frame tightened. Arched me up even worse than before, a certain pressure spreading low in my form. My waist. My ass. Like it was squeezing me. The frame was fucking squeezing me, squeezing my ass and damn...
Oh damn, it felt good.
Good.
I bit my lip. He arched an eyebrow, staring at me. Like he knew what was going on right now.
"Just get me off," I quickly said, swallowing. Trying not to move anymore. Afraid of what comes next if I did and worse, with his eyes on me.
"Where does it feel stuck the most?" He asked, looking over my body. Top to bottom, bottom to top. Remember my thighs were spread to display too. Display the white panties I had on, good lord. Why did I have to pick the white ones this morning??
"Try to relax," his voice drew close, his body closer. Hands finding my waist, the strap there. I jerked a little, just a little and it tightened.
"Ohh," I bit down on that reaction. Swallowing and stuffing it right down my throat where it'd come from.
He didn't look up. Didn't notice. I hope?
He just continued staring at the strap around my waist, height reduced to a minimum too.
Then I felt his hand on my leg. The left leg. I jerked. Harder this time. More visible, he noticed and hell I did too. Cause almost immediately another strap sprung out. On my chest. Across my chest, my breasts, my boobs. Laying on there like a time bomb. Not tight though. Guess that was reserved for my next movement.
"My goodness," I swallowed hard, looking to him and down at myself. What was becoming of me. "I think I understand how this works now. I understand."
The straps...they were like punishments. Interesting, kinky punishments that ended up intensifying the whole feelings that brought about the movements in the first place.
This frame. It was a sex frame. More than that, it was a trap. A trap for the female body, just there to pin you down and alive as more and more things get done to you, increasing movements but those movements in turn getting you punishments. Punishments that intensify everything.
A restraint positionin
g device, designed for control, display and fuck me...pleasure.
The Eclipse Frame.
I understood it now. Understood it all. I could totally imagine what it would feel like sitting here half naked and getting looked at with all these straps on.
I was imagining it.
I wanted it.
So I moved again.