\n\t\t\t\t\tdeermaryChatin belongs to me.
For some people being able to achieve an orgasm was not a difficult task, although it could be considered a chore at times. For her however it had grown more and more difficult to get that release. At most she was able to achieve broken, failed or ruined climaxes that only made one more frustrated, as there was all the build up only for nothing in return. With this in mind she had sought a way to get the release she needed.
What she had found was mostly by accident, skimming things and trying to find something that stood out. Something stood out as she saw intrigued her to the point of arousal which most things did not. She would try what she saw slowly at first, building up on things until the lesser had the same problem as her original one where she failed to peak. Every step escalating in the need for release until trying the next thing.
Without fail it worked every time she tried it. The pressure, sensation, and even the pain all pushed her right to that peak needing only a slight push to get over it. She wanted more though having finally found the release she needed, wanted and had sought for seemingly forever. Her endeavors grew more and more risque as it only felt better the more she did, wanting more than a few seconds at a time before falling. Previously having held the rope until she could no longer, and collapsing on release in both ways. Now however she wanted the feeling to last without needing to hold onto it, without needing to worry about falling before she peaked and she found the simplest solution.
The dresser weighed significantly more than she did, was taller than her and fit what she needed. With the rope looped over the top and affixed to the leg all she needed to do was adjust the height by standing on something. A box seemed to work the best in terms of height and support as she adjusted and tested the rope. It took a few adjustments and retying the rope at the base before it was just right, and all that was needed was to test it. She had grown aroused to the point of it being painful while she was setting it up, and would reach her peak within seconds as she stepped off.
Though she wanted more, wanted what came next and what sensation followed more than those few seconds in. As she hung there her limbs began to shake, her coordination disappeared entirely and her head throbbed pleasantly. Though the lack of coordination was preventing her from peaking again and she was so close, so she struggled and tried to continue. Reaching for an ear with a shaking arm as her other managed to hook into place, and the shaking proving to be quite effective in lieu of proper movements. Though that shaking went down to her legs uncontrollably putting her at risk as her foot kicked randomly at the box and her only means of survival.
Story by me and I may have more in the future. I don't consider myself a writer, but I do enjoy role play.
Part 2 https://inkbunny.net/s/1679277