The Toy Maker

Being the submissive test subject of a sadistic sex toymaker isn't all it's cracked up to be. With each new day comes an exciting twist, and multiple orgasms. *** "Keep your eyes open, Tara. You know the rules." The husky voice penetrated my thoughts and willed me to open my eyes. Jason's sultry gaze wandered over my wiggling body as I bit back a whimper. I felt myself dripping onto the silky sheets. Somehow being watched while I writhed in pleasure managed to turn me on even more. "God," My voice shook and I saw Jason smirk out of the corner of my eye. "Please, turn it up." "Why should I?" His words held a tone of mockery; He enjoyed watching me squirm. My chest rose and fell heavily as I tried to bring myself to answer his question. "B-because, I need it." He cocked his eyebrow and chuckled. "I thought you wanted to take things slow." His fingertip circled my erect nipples, teasing me and making me moan from his slow touch. Another chuckle escaped him and I felt my body quiver with desire. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it." I exhaled in relief, finally. "On one condition." His words trailed off and my heartbeat pounded through my throbbing body. Jason leaned down to where my head rested against the pillow and let his warm breath wash over my neck. "You submit to me."