Liz awoke just a few minutes after Luke had left the room. At first she was a little confused, did not really know where she was, then all that happened came suddenly back to her mind. she squirmed around on the floor, feeling a bit uneasy.
Then she noticed the gloves and the boxers he had put on her. he has been in here, she thought. It was not that it was much difference but still, she didnīt feel comfortable knowing that he was in the room while she was unconcious and nude. last time, heīd been her rescuer and she knocked out mostly by her exhaustion, as far as she knew then. But now that he had turned into a kidnapper she felt different.

At first Liz was glad that she woresomething that, even if she was still naked, covered at least her sex. It was not unless the aphrodisiak started working, that she noticed the real function of this chastity device.
She got exited enough to forget about Luke and her beeing held captive, exited enough that the urge to rub her clit was stronger than the need to protect herself, the need not to do anything embarrassing.
But all this lead only to her beeing frustrated. Her sex was soaking wet and she could not reach it. Her clit demanded strongly to be touched, to be rubbed hard.. but she didnīt even get a finger slipped beneath the plasticinlay because of these damned gloves she could not take off on her own. Her breathing was hasty and strong.
After a while she tryed to wriggle about and press her clit against the plastic that kept her from rubbing it, pressing herself strongly against it, but the pressure alone didnīt help much. In fact, it made her even hornier as it was not strong enough to lead to an Orgasm but bringing her closer. She was desperate for release. All rebellious thoughts were gone from her mind, washed away by the agony she felt now, by the need that did not vanish on its own.
After a while she at least got enough of her senses back to realize that, even if she could not help herself, there was someone who could. The one who had caused all this, her capturer, Luke.
She turned her head towards the camera, fighting with herself.. Debating, tellng herself that it would not mean anything to ask for help, for her orgasm even. That she could just once give in to him and then just pretend it had never happened. It never occured to her, that who had brought her into this state once, could do it easily again.
She looked pleadingly towards the camera, hoping Luke would hear her.
"Sir," she said in a low voice. Then she cleared her throat and repeated louder. "Sir, do you hear JadeBride? Sir?" She got a little louder with every word, anxious now, that he could perhaps not hear her.