"When you are pulling against the restraints… when your back is arched and your hips are writhing… when your mouth is open in a silent scream of tortured rapture… you will know that my work has begun".
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Whether you have only dreamt about the lingering delights of being teased while restrained, or have felt the reality of warm fingertips set to tantalise you… it matters not.
Whether through the whispers of a dream, or the grasp of reality, you will succumb to the delights of your mind and body in helpless rapture.
My head between your thighs, lips pressing tighter and fingers working you faster as you get closer and closer. What turns you on most isn’t simply knowing how much I want to make you come, it’s knowing that when you do come, I won’t stop. You can try and move away, but all that will do is draw me closer, to keep you held tighter. I love when the excitement turns to disbelief – feeling like you can’t possibly come any more, yet knowing that I won’t stop until you do.
I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.
While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.
I like keeping your lingerie on, it let’s you understand that there’s so much more that you will feel. Such sweet anticipation.
How your hips rock for attention while my tongue merely flutters against those exposed little parts, so close yet so far. So much teasing along your pussy lips, all with the intent to keep you focused so much on that one little area that isn’t being touched yet. Then when my mouth finally presses firmly to your centre, you pull against the restraints in a mixture of delight and longing – the delight of the contact you have craved, and the longing for just that little bit more.
I’m going to keep you like this for a while, the whole time making you wish that this little piece of fabric wasn’t shielding your delicacy from my lips.
Think of that mouth pressing to that soft, sensitive little wet slope. Let’s see if the anticipation alone is enough to make you come, before the act.
The moments when you realise, as you pull uselessly against the restraints, just how intense being forced to orgasm over and over again would be; realising that the more you fight it, the more rewarding it is to see you overcome by unendurable ecstasy.
Unable to stop the constant vibration against your sex, unable to rock your hips to relieve some of the intensity, unable to see or say anything. You are simply locked within your own thoughts, thoughts solely of when the next orgasm will come, and whether you’ll be able to take another… even though there is little choice.
Every time you masturbate, you want to push yourself further into the depths of pleasure.
You imagine someone else in charge, forcing you to endure a more intense level of stimulation than you can normally take, forcing you to keep that toy pressed right on that sensitive little spot no matter how much your body wants to thrust it away.
You think of his eyes boring into yours, how he can see your need for more without you having to vocalise it, the way you want to be dominated, to be rendered a slave to every orgasm. Craving that presence, you keep it in place, wanting to feel your pussy tortured with sensations beyond your own control.
You don’t masturbate to simply fill the cravings of your body; you masturbate to quell the desires of your imagination.
“Now is the time to find out just why I wanted you to abstain from masturbating at all for 2 weeks – I wanted this gorgeous pussy to be so sensitive. I know how sensitive your clitoris usually is, so I can’t even imagine how it is going to feel once this torments that little cherry. These feathers are going to constantly spin against your clit for as long as I want, and I’m feeling cruel today…
Oh dear, it must be torture not being able to move away from these constantly whipping feathers. You can’t take it anymore? Don’t be silly, you’ve been telling me for the past 15 minutes that your clitoris is too tender, yet that hasn’t stopped you from coming so hard. No, I won’t be stopping quite so soon.”