“You know why I’m here… If you want to truly be one of us,you’ve got to know who is in charge.”

The team leader had planned to pay a visit to this rookie cheerleader’s apartment for some time. Now that she had her all to herself, she was going to take her time playing with her prey. The newcomer was certainly talented during rehearsals, though to truly test her, there was only one way to be sure that she’d be the right pick for the team.

“Complete control of your body is of uttermost importance in our world, I’m going to test your control out for myself. No matter what I do you are going to remain perfectly still. Fail and I’ll know you aren’t cut out for it.”

The first ten minutes wasn’t so bad, with the team leader kissing her and fondling her; she knew to expect this, having been told that she often preyed on the newer members in the most obscene of ways. It was when her pussy became the target that she began to struggle to keep her legs and body from moving involuntarily. As if sensing the difficulty, the older, much more experienced girl bound the girl’s wrists together and slid a blindfold over her.

“Don’t you dare move or say a word.”

The next 45 minutes was a tormenting exercise in self-control as the girl’s body was slowly teased by such cruel, calculating fingertips, before her pussy was cruelly tantalised by such faint, delicate strokes of a devious tongue. It took all of her effort and will-power not to thrust her hips up, though somehow, even as her whole body burned with need, she maintained her composure.

Only during the last 5 minutes of the seemingly never ending hour did her pussy get much more direct attention. The feeling of those lips pressing around her clitoris, feeling it being sucked and rolled around under that expert tongue nearly made her cry out, though she managed to only let out a gasp of pleasure. While her heavy breathing and occasional high pitched moan from the back of her throat worried her, she could barely think of the fact that failure may mean being kicked out of the cheerleading team, all that was on her mind was of the hungry mouth enveloping her dripping wet sex. The fact that it did not stop however made her feel in the back of her mind that the little sounds being made were not an issue. It was when the heat of orgasm reared its head however that she gave in.

She had been so quiet, though as that red hot climax burned through her, a gasp of unconstrained ecstasy escaped her lips. She came hard just as the woman stopped. Her orgasm seemed held in limbo, needing that mouth to return as her body convulsed, though she was left without any more contact. She wanted to scream out for her to not stop, but stopped short of doing it. The team leader simply watched as the girl was overcome by the contrasting agony of climax and unfulfilled pleasure. Once the ruined orgasm receded, the girl breathed heavily and remained still and silent, curious as to what the verdict would be.

“Well done, you controlled yourself well, and didn’t say a word even when I ruined your orgasm. Welcome to the team.”

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‘I’m all yours.’

Those words linger in your mind as you feel the tight embrace of the tie around your wrists. The thoughts race back through your mind of what you had pictured this experience to be, how you pictured giving up all control. You feel a deep surge of arousal course through the deepest regions of your sex as you wait for the toys to be presented to you, ready to be dominated. You wonder how long you will last, how much you’ll scream and beg once you are teased relentlessly; perhaps it will all be too much for you, though you know that won’t mean it will stop.

The scene plays out in segments in your mind as you lie waiting, feeling more helpless and turned on than ever before. You envision a paintbrush tracing around your clitoris, the thought alone makes your legs tense; though when you have that delicate clitoral hood peeled back to reveal that swollen little bud, you wonder whether you’ll be brought to tears from the cruel teasing. The closeness of your tight lingerie feels more evident now as you wait for them to soon be removed, knowing that your tender, wet pussy will be devoured, knowing your hips won’t stop rocking once it is. You expect to be able to handle what you are to endure, though something deep down within you hints – maybe even wishes – that you won’t be able to handle it. The thought that when the vibrations against your clitoris, the pinches on your nipples, the thrusts within your sensitive sex, are all unleashed upon you, the image of your will-power and control will be shattered entirely.

You envisioned being tortured with inescapable pleasure, now it will be a reality as your eyes convey what your body will soon understand, ‘I’m all yours’.

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Submission by: realitykilledtherunway

She had often mentioned to her boyfriend how she fantasised about playing with other women; never did she dream that her fantasy would be lived out unexpectedly on a spa break. She certainly noticed him having a lengthy chat with these two ladies over the weekend, though she wouldn’t have believed that they were discussing when would be the right opportunity to take her, strip her and all have their way with her.

“If nobody hears us, we’ll have plenty of time alone with you here, so I’ve told these girls they can go extra slowly with you. I know it feels good sweetheart, but we can’t afford to let you come in case anyone hears us in here, I know how loud you are.”

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Auction

Every time it pulls away, the desperation feels one hundred times worse.

She thought she was prepared for the auction, ready to indulge in whatever the master who had the winning bid had prepared for her, ready for a few months of luxury and erotic servitude; she couldn’t wait. 

What she had not expected however was the specifications that the auction required, for the maids who were to be auctioned off to be in a state of desperate sexual longing. To make sure they looked most appetising to the bidders, the auctioneers were thorough in making sure the only thoughts on the girls minds were the need to orgasm and the orders they’d obey to soon be allowed that release.

All that is on her mind now is the buzz of the vibrator and the unbearable pulses of longing between her thighs. Every day for the week before the auction she has been brought to the edge countless times, until she has offered anything for an orgasm or even just another jolt of pleasure that comes from being brought to the edge. Another two days until the auction, another two days of being vibrated to the brink and having it stop, repeated until she can barely think or speak. Another two days of begging for the chance to come, knowing it won’t happen, no matter how many times the words ‘please’ escape her lips. Her only problem is that the auction caters most specifically for masters who greatly enjoy denial; she will be begging for a long time to come. 

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You had heard of the service they offered, always curious of how a Sybian would feel, to straddle something so powerful and unforgiving. The prospect of being able to book a session with not only a Sybian but also having someone there to aid you was like a dream come true.

After booking it online your heart was racing with excitement when the doorbell rang; an attractive man carrying both the Sybian vibrator and a large mirror had arrived. You realised what the mirror was for once you finally stripped and mounted the machine. Once he sat behind you and caressed your body while you gazed at yourself, you were ecstatic. It turned you on so much more to see yourself in such a state of ecstasy. Once you felt the immense power of the vibrations nestled deeply between your inner thighs, you were in heaven. Once his hands began to hold you firmly down, whispering that he’ll keep you held on it after every orgasm – even when you felt like you might not be able to take any more – you knew you were in for the ride of your life.

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