"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".
It’s seeing that moment I love most, those few seconds where you cross that line of being unable to try and hold a conversation any longer, where your pleasure suddenly takes over all sense of conscious thought, that moment where the battle is lost.
The pure, undeniable eroticism of what we both intend. To know exactly how your dress so finely details those enticing curves of your femininity, how you know that the moment I see you, I’ll instantly be thinking of stripping you of it to reveal those delicate delights. The sheer sensuality of it, to always think that every time we are so close, only such thin segments of fabric separate us from what we truly desire.
The unbridled joy of having nothing separating your body from another’s whim to manhandle it.
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“If I was to tell you that I’m still going to make you orgasm another 10 times, no matter how often those tears of over-stimulation roll down your cheeks, would it make it easier to take, or harder?”
She had wanted to explore so much with him, the promise of being restrained more securely than she’d ever experienced was too enticing to pass. Having a friend who understood her needs seemed like a blessing; it turned out that having him know her needs so well would be more like a curse.
They had planned to explore her desires for pain and pleasure, though when the first attempts at pain, inflicting little elastic band induced slaps against her feet, turned out to not be to her liking, his only other avenue was pleasure. While he instantly stopped when she signalled that she wasn’t into painful play, he certainly had no intention to stop when her orgasms became too much. The arousal caused from being rendered so helpless and exposed made her body so instantly susceptible to being completely overcome with pleasure. It only took a few seconds for his fingers and the vibrator to bring her to orgasm, though the whole idea was to fully explore the limits of her pleasure, and he knew that she truly wanted to have those limits entirely tested, no matter how much she begged him to stop. The more her tears of orgasmic torture streamed from her eyes, the more she screamed in overwhelming pleasure, the more he wanted to make her endure the orgasms.
“I wonder how much more intense the situation feels now that you realise that I intend to make you come until you pass out?”
It was her turn tonight, to be taken in just the way she had heard the other girls be taken night after night. They were all there to experience the most intense of orgasms, to have him study their responses after various lengths of masturbation free nights; they adored his dedication to the exploration of female pleasure.
This night was hers, time for the other girls to lie awake and try desperately to stem the desire for their fingertips to wander at the sounds of moans and screams of passion, the sounds of flesh against flesh. He of course knew how much they craved the touch, knowing that each time he played with them, the deepest secrets of their sexuality were being unravelled by him. His appetite to explore the boundaries of their pleasure simply grew more each time.
Tonight he was to do as he always did, to bring her to a place beyond pleasure, to tease her past the pinnacle of longing, knowing that she indulged in every second of it. His whispers were to melt her thoughts, his soft, slow touches were to turn her body to vapour at his fingertips.
“I know that soft, dripping wet pussy hasn’t been played with for so long, I know that when I expose that twitching little clitoris, you are going to be begging me to touch more. If you carry on being a good girl like you have been for the last few days, to restrain yourself from touching, to keep those sweet lips spread for my fingertips, to keep your hands away from the rest of your body and leave me solely to stimulate you, I will reward you by finger fucking you hard. Just think of how if my fingers can do all that to you, how will it feel when soon my throbbing hard cock is pushing against that little entrance, ready to slide deep inside and fuck you hard”.
While she had trained for years to withstand all kinds of interrogation techniques, she was not prepared for this.
This wasn’t about finding out information, he could find out anything he wanted in mere seconds: this was simply about entertaining his own desires. After a while, she would be screaming out every secret of her organisation, telling them everything they wanted to know, begging for mercy, pleading for it to stop; he would savour every second of it.