Forced to Orgasm

She lay there,
Bound by silken ties,
Around her wrists,
And,
Her ankles,
Her eyes covered,
She waited in ecstasy,
Sweat beading on her soft pale skin,
The tips of her breasts clenched by clothespins,

I'm greeted by whimpers,
Soft moans,
As i tape the vibrator in place,
Squarely between her legs,
An turns the switch on,
She shudders,
Pleasure shooting through her body like lightning,
As the tension rises,
Her legs begin to buckle,
As she reaches her climax,

Her juices flow out of her,
In a biblical-esque flood,
She begs for release,
But I deny her,
As she is forced to orgasm,
Time after time,
again.