Working quickly, he looped the rope around my waist, across my breasts and down between my legs. It was tight but not uncomfortable. As he looped it between my legs, I felt the thin rope press against my clit. There was no way those eggs were coming out now with the rope in place.
As soon as he had this done he pulled my right arm behind me and slowed down. First he looped around my wrist and then I felt him knotting the rope further up my arm. Each loop became a knot that held in place but then connected to the rope beneath it. As he worked, I felt the rope under and around my breasts touching my skin. It was like my breasts were swelling by themselves and each movement made them larger.
Soon, Mr. Stone was looping rope around my torso again and down to my right leg. The patterns were intricate, each knot a work of art. I stood there feeling myself becoming more aroused as he focused on binding me. As he moved around me, I had to hold back from simply dropping to my knees and opening my mouth. I wanted to grab him with my free hand, pull his cock into my mouth.
Finally, Mr. Stone stepped away from me. "Look," he said, pointing to a mirror on the side. He moved out of the way and I saw myself for the first time. Between each knot I saw a pale shape of skin. Squares of flesh and triangles too. The knots were on top of knots, around them and under. The rope spiraled around me in an intricate pattern that was both beautiful and erotic at the same time.
Mr. Stone moved behind me and I saw a piece of thick rope lower from the ceiling. I looked up but it seemed to be issuing directly from the ceiling itself. How many gadgets did this madman have I thought to myself with a grin. I watched in the mirror as he tied the thicker rope around my bonds and then pulled on it. As he did, the ropes vibrated and I felt the pressure across my pussy increase. Satisfied that I was bound in place, Mr. Stone went to the case and took out an envelope no bigger than the head of a teaspoon. He opened it and tipped the contents out into his palm. He held it in front of me so I could examine it. It looked like a heart-rate monitor - like the type they put on you in the hospital. It was a tiny papery circle with a silver dot of circuitry.
"Measuring my heart-rate, sir?" I asked.
Mr. Stone laughed and told me to hold out my left hand, palm up, at shoulder height. I put my arm out and he pressed the dot into the palm of my hand.
"It's a very sensitive altimeter developed by our very own business. Pairs up to computers, electronic devices and can measure even the tiniest of movements." As he spoke he continued to hold my arm out, supporting it.
"And now I have work to do. Stay still until I tell you otherwise."
He let go of my wrist and walked around behind his desk.
I knew what was going to happen but I tried to fight it anyway as Mr. Stone started to shuffle through paperwork, giving the appearance of a man simply getting work done. I felt the muscles in my arm began to tire and thought about the abandoned weights I had sitting in a dusty corner of my lounge. I had been working with them ... months ago.
I felt my muscles start to ache and then I dropped my arm slightly. Barely anything really but the effect was immediate and sudden. I felt both eggs inside me start to buzz. Unlike the crazy underwear Mr. Stone had me wear at the party, these were not silent. They hummed loudly and as I twitched and my arm lowered, the pitch went up. I took a breath and pulled my arm back into position. The buzzing died away and I was left panting in a sweat.
"You bastard." I said and dragged the gap out again. "Sir."
Mr. Stone took out his phone and tapped a few times on the screen. "What I really like about the sensor is that you can pair to multiple devices all at once," he said, his eyes gazing into mine.
What did he mean by that? It was already connected to the eggs inside me.
My arm started to hurt again and I trembled, trying to hold it up but feeling like the sensor now weighed a ton. I had the sudden bright idea to lift it above my head to rest my muscles but as soon as I moved it upwards, the buzzing started anew and this time, the rope behind me moved upwards.
I felt the ropes tighten against me and pull upwards. I felt like I was tied up in some vibrating web. The ropes between my legs pressed against my clit and as the eggs vibrated, the buzzing spread across the ropes. I felt it in my breasts, down my arm, around my leg.
"I said to stay," Mr. Stone admonished me.
I lowered my arm but I could only hold it a moment. Soon it started dropping towards the floor and the buzzing ramped up again.
"Please sir," I begged, trying to lift my arm up but failing miserably. The rope connected to the roof was inching upwards with agonizing slowness and soon I'd be up on tiptoe. I felt my eyelids drooping as the sensations vibrated through me. Every inch of skin touched by rope was buzzing and as I lifted my arm and dropped it again, a wave washed through me.
"Yes, Delilah?" Mr. Stone said. He was sitting with his phone in front of him and his fingers steepled, looking like some evil genius.
"Please, you ... I want ... you, sir" I managed to say. I flung my arm up and as my hand passed shoulder height the buzzing vanished. But it was a mere flash of respite because as soon as I went too high it started again and when I couldn't hold it up, the eggs buzzed even harder.
"Perhaps you want to cum? Do you?"
His voice was low and mocking and as soon as he said cum I felt myself tensing. My body was falling into a rhythm as the vibrations inside took me higher and the rope outside quite literally took me higher. I moved up onto the balls of my feet and tried again to hold my arm out.
"Yes sir, please, I want to cum," I cried, feeling my shoulder muscles burning in pain at the effort. My arm dropped down, almost to my side and the eggs vibrated with such power that I thought they'd shake me apart.
Mr. Stone walked around his desk and clasped the back of my neck, pulling my face close to his. As he held me, the rope behind lifted me off the ground. I felt pressure across my pussy and as I lifted off the ground, I tilted forward. I was suspended entirely off the ground, held in place by Mr. Stone's rope.
Mr. Stone clasped his other hand behind my neck and pulled me towards him. All I could see were his intense eyes.
"Cum for me," he commanded.
I let my arm drop and the two eggs kicked into a higher gear with a jolt that shocked through me. I screamed, my face just inches from Mr. Stone and squeezed my eyes closed as my orgasm burst across me. It felt like fire and ice touched every point of me at once. My legs shook and with my free hand I gripped the rope wrapped around my thigh. It seemed to last forever and each wave of pleasure made my eyes heavy and mind wipe clear again and again.