Denial Or Exposure
Choosing between denial or exposing myself publically on a chair to reach my orgasmThe anticipation was almost unbearable. Weeks of edging and denial had left me in a state of heightened arousal, desperate for release. My hands were tightly restrained behind my back, the cold metal of the cuffs biting into my skin, and my feet were spread wide apart, held in place by a cold, unforgiving spreader bar. I sat in a dimly lit room, the glow of multiple screens illuminating my desperate form. Each screen flas...