"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".
A position she’d always wanted to be in, to know that she was helpless to their impulses. It wasn’t merely their fingers and mouths however that caused her nipples to be so achingly hard and her pussy so wet, it was the fact that she understood just how well they knew her body so intimately inside and out. The knowledge that they both knew just how it felt, and that they’d keep at it until she was screaming for them to stop. Knowing that they’d maybe even keep playing with her past that point made her body pulsate with arousal even more; after all, they knew just what her body really desired.
“That’s it, keep eating her out. Don’t pay any attention to how much she screams out and begs you to stop, keep going. If you make her orgasm another five more times, I’ll finally allow you to have that orgasm you need so badly. If you stop, it’ll be another week before you get the chance to come again. Perfect, show no mercy.”
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“It’s as much a tease for me as it is for you, to think of all the things I could do to your pussy.”
She didn’t hold back from playing with herself before our meeting, so a little tease and denial was needed. Restrained, teased and then finally overstimulated with pleasure, these are segments of a session with various edits where necessary.
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Model: Nova Gold
I tease you just to keep you lost in that maze of pleasure.
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Image source from: XConfessions
All I want is to feel your legs twitch in the overriding uncertainty of whether you can really handle what I’m making you feel.
I want you to realise as many times as possible just how helpless those cuffs around your wrists and ankles render you. I want you to be picturing from behind the blindfold all the things I’m going to do to that delicate, sensitive little place that my mouth is wreaking havoc upon, that my tongue is so tantalisingly exploring. I want your lips to soon tell me to stop, while your body writhes in the motion to ask for more. With your pussy so wet, quivering with desire and so invitingly aroused, I want to penetrate you and feel your limbs pull in vain to close around me in a bid to control the force that thrusts within you so intensely, fucking you with such ferocity and intent.
With you all to myself, I want exactly what you want, to devour you.
Tonight, she will experience nothing but hell, it would make absolutely sure of that…
After a very entertaining Halloween night, she had woken late in the afternoon, her hangover not nearly as bad as expected. Having hoped to have hooked up with someone, the trace of unfulfilled desire mixed with the idea to masturbate as a cure for her faint headache had meant for a powerful sexual cocktail. As she started playing, fantasizing about a man holding her down on the ground and masturbating her, she realised that there was a blindfold laid out amongst the remnants of last nights outfit. Keen to further augment her fantasy of being dominated a little by her fantasy lover, she quickly put the blindfold on. The moment it went on, her fate for the rest of the day and night was sealed.
A sudden burst of indescribable need forced its way throughout her body, a longing that seemed impossible, a sexual torment far beyond the realm of mortal torture. Though what made it even more maddening was that, at that moment when every ounce of her very being wanted nothing more on earth than to masturbate herself into a frenzy, her hand would not respond – it was being controlled by something else.
It was no accident that this blindfold, a cursed item, had found its way to her. While she would never know how it came to be in her possession, whoever had placed it on her had known just how much torment would befall the recipient once they wore it.
The blindfold, as soon as it was put on, took all control away from the hands of the wearer. All she could do was writhe her hips and hope that control would return, while the entity within the blindfold maintained its direction over her fingertips. The true horror of the cursed item however, was something which would torment this girl beyond anything humanly possible: every time that a woman had been forced to be brought to the edge with the blindfold, that sensation had been stored within it, meaning that every time a new person wore it, they experienced the build up of every moment prior. This girl was now being tortured with the feeling of hundreds of moments of being right on the edge of orgasm, all at the same time, coursing within her – the sensation of a thousand pinnacles of orgasm rushing through her at once, a hell beyond description. She could not scream, she could barely moan, it took all her effort to even breathe with the unfathomable, agonising pleasure tearing her body and mind apart. Though the cruelest of all was that even with this horrific need forced upon her, the entity would not masturbate her, instead it simply made her hand tease her sensitive pussy relentlessly.
For over an hour, it traced slow fingers, brushing and sweeping over and around her pussy and breasts, all over her body, never giving her what she needed, her streaming tears of desperation doing nothing to tide the cruel torment.
Her pussy juice flowed in a non-stop torrent, her body unable to comprehend the inferno of aching need, as if she had melted into a pool of indistinguishable pleasure. She would surely die from this kind of feeling, though it certainly would not let that happen, this vessel of female bliss was far too delightful. The fingers continued to trail idly along her sex. Once whatever controlled her hand finally began to masturbate her, she was met with another level of horror – it would not let her come. As much as it felt like she’d explode from it, as much as she felt that she’d die from the intensity of an orgasm from all of this inside, there was no release from the anguish. Her suffering would continue for hours, with her fingers relentlessly masturbating herself, every time she’d have normally climaxed simply adding to the whirlwind of countless orgasms pent up within. In any other state of mind, she’d fear just how intense an orgasm from this would feel, though right now, all she feared was how long it would take until orgasmic release came. It would be a long time before she found out.
They’d met at the club, an instant attraction becoming a magnet for her long neglected longings; she knew this blonde haired woman could indulge her in the fantasies that had persisted so often in her life. The rest of the night had been a whirlwind of lights and motion, the white noise of music and drinks serving as a tunnel towards the sole goal of getting back to this woman’s house. Once there, all pretences were abandoned, this night was to be dedicated solely to the exploration of her sexuality.
The cuffs and blindfold were an unexpected treat; with her wrists and ankles restrained, she’d finally truly experience what it was to be at the mercy of another woman’s lust. Once those fingers delved deeply within her tenderness and those lips clamped around the jewel of her sex, she soon came to realise that not only did this woman understand every aspect of her femininity so well, she would also feel the true savage desire of a woman who knew exactly how far a girl can be pushed into sexual ecstasy. No matter how much she screamed and told the blonde tormentor that it was too much, that she was too sensitive from coming, she would not relent. The constant sucking and thrusting of those slender fingers made her overstimulated body tremble, her fingers clasping and tensing in a futile bid to claw away from the overbearing pleasure. She thought that tonight would be her little exploration, though it turned out that she herself was the one being explored most thoroughly. Those restraints made sure that she’d come to realise just how much she could be made to scream from orgasms.
“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.”
Free within the confines of your mind, you can surrender yourself to your fantasies. You tease yourself to the thought of letting your lust overcome you, unconfined to thoughts of fear, doubt and security; sex is all there is.
The electric surges of pleasure flow throughout you as your body slowly succumbs to the scenarios your mind creates. The more your sex convulses to the touch of your fingertips against those soft petals of flesh, the more your imagination wanders further, deeper. Even as the pleasure builds to something more, you try to control it and hold it back, not allowing yourself the release you will soon truly crave. Hips swaying as you imagine stripping for a stranger, ready to ride that hardness your feel between your thighs, unleashing your animalistic desires, you are only just getting started…
Letting your imagination take you further than reality ever could, you fight back that need to let your fingers sink inside yourself. You relish in the thought of being put under another’s control, to be teased and tormented mercilessly.
Your hips rock as the images flash through your mind, being tied and helpless, ensnared by another woman. Her tongue torments you while you can do nothing but strain against the bondage, restrained for her desires, blindfolded to feel even more helpless while she feasts on your pussy. The slow trickle of your fingers mimic the motion of her cruel tongue, keeping you dangling on the knife edge of pleasure. No matter how much your body screams out for the mercy of an orgasm, you will wait; your fantasies have so much more in store…
Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.
Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.
Once you can no longer take the feeling of welling pleasure, fit to burst, you masturbate hard and fast, his cock drilling you intensely while your female captor sucks on your nipple. Having wordlessly tormented you, brought you to the edge repeatedly until your pussy was almost painful from engorged need, they give you what you want, to be fucked relentlessly. Suddenly it happens, all thoughts and images vanish, and the blank white wall of orgasm overcomes you, as if every halted climax has built up to this one moment at once.
You come, hard.
Even when it’s too much to take, when you feel as if you couldn’t possibly make yourself come any more, your fantasies continue to take hold, to push you further. However much your fingers torment your clitoris, it won’t compare to just what that tongue could do to you. You will force yourself to orgasm for as long as that cock and that mouth would force you to endure.
Within the confines of your mind, you are free to trap yourself in pleasure. Let ecstasy take hold, it will never let go.