Thinking about being strapped to a chair with weak restraints, and a dildo is in my ass, slowly fucking me. Every time I pull on my weak restraints, it gets a little faster.
In the beginning, the dildo is barely moving at all, and I'm focused entierly on attempting to break free. The bindings creak and groan, but every time I get close to snapping them, the dildo hits just the right spot, and I lose concentration for a second.
Then about 10 minutes in, the dildo is now going in once every 5 seconds. A steady, healthy pace. My eyes go a little unfocused every now and again as I'm still struggling (admittedly weaker though, so I make less progress). A screen in front of me turns on, showing a recording of a different person in the chair as me. By the looks of things, they've been struggling a while, and they broke.
"Nnmf! Pl-please! Fuck me!"
"I c-can't resist! I'm t-t-too weak!
"I can't str-struggle! I'm h-helpless!"
Their moans and admissions fill your ears. It's like the trap itself is telling you that this is what you're going to become (and you're kind of liking that idea).
After 20 minutes, sweat beads on your brow. The dildo is thrusting every second. Now and again, your face goes slack in pleasure. You're breathing heavily. The restraints just feel so hard to break, but you still need to try. One more push, you tell yourself. One more pu- the thought is scattered with a thrust. You instinctually moan out. You push. You creak. You try and break your restraints.
30 minutes later, and the dildo is thrusting twice every second. You're moaning like a slut in heat. You cum for the 4th time in 5 minutes. "I can't resist!" Is it a plea for help, or and admission of submission? You don't know anymore. And you don't really care~
(Thank you to @inkyswish for the idea!)