Hermione had acclimatised to being blind, she wondered if her handlers would ever let her have even some limited vision back, for now all she had to mark the passage of time was the number of cums she managed in her small prison. The monotonous rumble of her pussy sphere only served to keep her on edge, the anal beads would shift in time to the motion but she wished she could use her hands to give herself some relief. She thought of the trick Bella had showed her, periodically she would stretch down to lap her tongue along her sealed labial lips. She could now poke her tongue into her arsehole, trying to chase a climax, even as the piercings on her tongue scratched against her exposed flesh. She tried not to rock back onto her tender tattoo because whenever she moved to much, she could feel the uncomfortable squelch of the wet arousal pooling underneath her. She despaired that her slutty clit was sealed inside the prison of her cunt lips.