Amy bit her lip. Her whole body was shivering. Every now and then, she staggered, making the weight swing ever so slightly. She cursed herself for having chosen to wear high heels. Balancing on one leg would have been a lot easier on bare feet. The pressure increased more and more, but she remained strong. She couldn't give in, Jane told her not to. No, in fact her mistress did and that was way more serious. She had to endure, gasping every time it almost overcame her, grabbing onto the chains for balance. Jane hadn't come back for a while, though she couldn't tell how long it had been or how long she would still have to hold out. Her sense of time was bad and the situation just messed it up even more.

Mia had relaxed into the position. It still wasn't comfortable, but she was enjoying it to much to mind it. The brunette sitting on her lap fondled her sides and belly, kissed her neck and whispered sweet compliments into her ear. It was harmless and relaxing, a pure experience, except for her inability to move, tied firmly against the chair. Mia giggled as Claire's lips brushed her ear.
"Okay, enough, that tickles."
"What, are you ticklish?" Mia could hear the grin.
"N-no! I didn't say that at all!"
Claire's fingers crept upwards, past her breasts towards her armpits.
"No, don't! I'm warning you! Don't do this!"
"Or what?"
Mia opened her mouth to protest some more but broke into laughter before she could say anything. She tossed against the bonds, pressing words past the gasps for air. It mostly consisted of death threats and begging her to stop, which both didn't sound very compelling amidst the loud, bright laughter filling the room.
"S-stop!", she yelled out, tears running down her cheeks from behind the blindfold, "P-please! I can't-- I can't breath!"
As the torture finally stopped, the blonde gasped and took deep breaths, letting out a few remaining bursts of laughter.
"Don't ever do that again...", she sighed, relief in her voice, "I think you're going against the Geneva Convention."
The blindfold was pulled off and Claire's lips touched her forehead.
"Sorry, I just couldn't pass that up.", she grinned, running her fingers through the curly, blonde hair.
"I'll get you back for this.", Mia smiled in response, leaning forward to get another kiss.

"Not so easy, is it?" Her behind was slapped again. Amy straightened herself, staggering again.
"Not easy, yeah?", Jane repeated herself, touching the thigh near the remote.
"No, mistress.", Amy quickly replied.
"I bet you want permission now?"
"Yes, mistress."
Jane gently stroke Amy's chest, running her finger down the middle, pulling on the weight as she reached it.
"I wonder if I should give it to you?" She stroke the white-haired girl's cheek, running the fingers along her neck. "I'm not sure you deserve it yet."
"P-please give me permission, mistress.", Amy reluctantly pleaded, the increasing pressure making it hard to speak calmly.
"Oh? For what?" Jane's hand slipped across her belly as she slowly stepped behind her again. She took a step closer, her breasts almost touching Amy's arched back. Amy gulped.
"M-mistress, please. I want to cum."
"Hmm..." Jane put her arm around Amy's waist, pulling herself closer, her lips close to her pet's ear.
"Not yet..."
She put the vibrator onto the third setting. Amy clenched her teeth.
"Not yet..."
She pulled on the weight. Amy grabbed the chains, her knuckles started to turn white. The next second felt like an eternity.
"Now.", Jane whispered.
The ordeal ended in the best - and loudest - orgasm Amy had had to date. All the pent-up pressure and arousal, all her suppressed moans and screams, everything was released at once. She threw her head back, stretched her arms and fingers, let all the air in her lungs escape. She fell back against her girlfriend, who embraced her and kissed her cheek before turning off the vibrator and releasing her from ropes and chains.