She was perplexed as I led her to the home office, with a dildo fixed to her workchair. She didn't say a word but she turned to look at me, her forehead ruffled. She knew that orgasms were off-limits for now.

"Oh don't worry," I explained, "this isn't for you to fuck yourself with, I'll be strapping those thighs tight to that chair so all you can do is sit there working distractedly with that phallus rooted deep inside of you, pressing everytime you shift in your seat. I'm not enabling you to cum, I'm just making sure you remember just how much you want to be ridden hard as you sit there wet, sticky and stupefied."