With every inch of his body constrained by the plastic wrap, I take my sweet time exploring his entrapment. My fingers dance along the taut surfaces, teasing and tormenting, while his muffled moans of helplessness fill the room. The vibrator in my hand is not for his comfort; it is for his torment. As I approach him, the purr of its motor sends shivers through his bound form. I climb atop the four poster bed, straddling his wrapped body, and begin to tease him with the humming vibrator. His eyes widen as he feels the vibrations against his restrained form, yet he cannot touch me. His arousal is clear, even through the layers of plastic!