She waited for a great deal of time. Occasionally she could hear Snape moving around through the house, shifting books on shelves, walking through the hall, or working in the kitchen. She was stunned at how intimate it felt just to hear him moving through his home. And yet he did not enter the room. She spent some time fantasising about how he might choose to use the bench. Tied in as she was, she was unable to relieve the arousal this awoke in her. She shifted her hips against the leather bench but the height of her hips made it so that she was unable to get enough contact to relieve the pulsing flesh of her lower lips. She sighed and tried instead to distract herself by mentally reciting recent articles she’d read, rune translations, and even telling herself stories she knew well. Still, nothing. Her stomach gurgled but thankfully she didn’t need to relieve herself. After hours of this, she started to drift off. Just as she was falling asleep, she jumped with a gasp – the bench had delivered a light shock to her nipples and clit and she suddenly was not only tired but highly aroused. She moaned and shifted again against the bench, but the restraints restricted her movement and she was not able to gain any friction. 