Lana struggled futilely against the metal restraints cuffing her to the bed. Her husband had left her, naked and trapped, in this hotel room for the better part of an hour now. Jesse had clearly prepared meticulously for this event, choosing a beautifully situated bungalow to enact this cruel torture upon her. A television on the right hand side of the room was depicting a number of amateur bondage scenarios, with volume just high enough for Lana to hear moans of pleasure and pain. Jesse knew she had domination and submission fantasies and his selection of pornography was maddeningly titillating. To her left was a ceiling-high glass door that had been slid wide open. Outside was a magnificent near-perfect vista of the tropical lake and a waterfall in the distance. Their suite was one of a dozen buildings around the lake and she could see swimmers splashing in the distance. Under normal circumstances, the view would have been serene, relaxing. However in her current state, Lana was acutely aware that anyone who was swimming in the lake or on the far side of the shore could see her fully exposed nude body. In front of her bed sat a large, deliberately placed mirror. Lana could see her engorged nether regions, the vibrator belted around her waist stimulating her, and now-reddened face.
I'm going to kill Jesse.
His set up was perfectly designed to frustrate her. It began with the vibrator on her belt. The device was a small black bullet-shaped massager that hung down from her belly, through her small thatch of brown pubic hair, and dangled tantalisingly over her clitoris. The vibrator nestled loosely between her pussy lips, though each time she struggled against her restraints it would dislodge and bounce on her moist vulva. The movement would leave her in pleasurable agony, building her sexual frustration as she was unable to reach climax like this. Jesse's plan was to prevent her from orgasming, but it was worse for the sadistic choice he put to her in her surroundings. She could do nothing to escape her torment. The pornography had obvious purpose: to keep her mind on sex. The gorgeous view of the lake outside served to remind her of how exposed she was; there were dozens of lively half-naked vacationers swimming about in bikinis and board shorts that could simply look up at any moment. The mirror in front of her was to force her to look at herself, and Jesse knew she hated that. Lana never felt like an attractive woman; she did have medium-sized round breasts but her hips were too broad and she felt like it made her ass look huge in comparison to the rest of her. At the start of her confinement, Jesse had deliberately placed her thick hair over her breasts and giving her a façade of clothing. Her thrashing over the last hour had splayed her long black hair around her body, leaving her completely nude now.
Shutting her eyes to these stimuli wasn't a good option either - it merely heightened her tactile sense of the vibrator intermittently buzzing at the base of her clit. Lana attempted to close her eyes and imagine being fucked hard, but each time she got further into a fantasy and built her climax, the vibrator would oscillate in an inconsistent manner. She couldn't come, she couldn't leave, she couldn't do anything except hope that her increasingly exasperated moans didn't draw the attention of those outside. In desperation, Lana attempted to flip the vibrator up and off her. Her legs were not chained to the bed, so she had a fair degree of freedom of movement from the waist down. The vibrator jangled about on her belt, but as it was fastened by two leather straps (forming a triangle with the vibrator at the apex) she had little ability to remove it. She could jostle it good and slightly shift where it sat - that was it.
Lana shimmied her hips up and down, the inconsistent vibrator flapping and buzzing against her clit with every shake. Finally, she managed to land it at the tip of her vaginal lips, directly in contact with her clit. The pulses of the vibrator were not consistent but at least now she was getting directed sensation directly into her most sensitive area. Lana turned her attention to the television to her right, where a scene of spanking and submission was heating up. A young woman lay naked over the lap of a fully-dressed man, and he rhythmically smacked her ass until she squealed in pain and pleasure. Lana could feel herself approaching her own crescendo; the vibrator mercifully seemed to be staying on more consistently and giving her much more direct stimulation. Her breathing became ragged, stilted. The pulses from the vibrator sent electricity arcing up and down her body, causing her back to convulse. Lana clamped her legs around the vibrator, attempting to heighten the sensation when suddenly the device shut off.
She lay with tightened muscles, curled up into a ball and crying out in utter exhausted frustration.
"I was so close!" Lana screamed. "Fuck me!"
"That can be arranged."
Lana jolted against her restraints as she saw her husband in the doorway of the hotel suite. Jesse was a tall, broad shouldered man. He had recently cut his auburn hair short; his hair now fell in short curls around his face and the streaks of grey around his left temple were now noticeably pronounced. He wore a vaguely smug and confident expression. Normally she would find his attitude sexy and reassuring, but at this moment she hated the jerk.
