Blindfold

Perhaps behind the blindfold, you imagine being on display, many surrounding you, so many hands and mouths teasing you as you sit helplessly.

Maybe you’re thinking of your latest fantasy while restrained, free within the confines of your mind to indulge in thoughts of being penetrated and explored so fiercely and thoroughly.

Feeling the restraints around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place, allows you to fantasise about being devoured while so confined. Fantasising about pulling on those cuffs while that mouth torments you so wonderfully, knowing it won’t stop no matter how much you strain and writhe.

You could even be thinking of being entirely untouched while others watch, simply basking in your exhibitionist fantasies as the same powerful vibration constantly chips away at your resolve. It is constantly just a little too much, yet you never want to give in. You never truly want it to stop, and the restraints help ensure you can’t out an end to it.

Or maybe you’re imagining being alone, no one else around, simply exploring yourself and letting the toy be the only thing between you and ecstasy. Your fantasies being fueled by the needs of your body, your need to traverse the heights of ecsatsy.

No matter what is running through your mind behind the blindfold, you’ll need to get used to the quivering, the orgasmic convulsion and the physicality of straining hard against those restraints while the vibrator stays in place. Regardless of what is on your mind, my goal is to compete with your imagination, and show you that me in reality wants to be far crueller to your pussy than whatever your imagination concocts.

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Uncertainty (2/5)

The second time, that flutter of desire turns to a sting of need. Good girl, keep it going; we are just beginning. The way your hips just rock into the movement, how your nipples feel so stiff and tender against any glancing touch, your pussy so invitingly wet, your body just giving every signal that it needs it… but not yet…

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Helpless Model

She thought the photo shoot would just be a simple bondage shoot, some simulated fun, but nothing too intense. She partly wanted them to use the Hitachi wand properly when they had asked her if it would be okay to involve it in the shoot. Though, in truth, she had expected it wouldn’t even be plugged in.

When she did feel that hum of the vibrator press to her mound, an electric shock seemed to jolt through her entire helpless frame. The sounds of other girls moaning and screaming out in pleasure ebbed through the headphones, creating an even more intoxicating state of arousal. Completely lost in a pitch-black abyss of aural and sensual pleasure, she gave in to her desires and took hold of the experience. The only images that ran through her mind were of how erotic this would look on the website. The only time she strained against it was when the first orgasm hit, yet there were no signs of them backing off with the toy. It remained exactly in that same excruciatingly tender spot even as the waves of pleasure thrashed against her, yet there was nothing she could do to tell them she needed it to back off.

The feeling of complete helplessness caused the welling of pleasure to enhance within, especially when she realized that even her guttural moans of overstimulated turmoil were having no sway. What turned her on the most, however, was that even under the vacuum-sealed cover, she had never felt so naked. With her attention solely on the vibrating menace pressed against her hypersensitive mound, the sleek, smooth sheeting clung like a second skin around every contour. With it revealing every outline of her body and with the aggressively intense pleasure enveloping her womanhood, she felt as if her body was on display more than ever before. Never had she felt so entirely revealed in her modelling career as this, her deepest arousal brought so publicly to the forefront.

All she could soon do was whimper through the next orgasm, unable to see a thing or say a word, just the sounds of ecstasy further fueling her fantasies. Right now, her world was solely revolving around the inferno of those orgasmic peaks and the searing heat between each one that seemed to burn hotter and hotter each time, a heat she couldn’t escape from.

She couldn’t wait to see how hot she would look, squirming in such wonderful agony.

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‘Erotic Forced-Orgasm Ordeal’

You knew it would be too much, but you still let yourself give in to your fantasy and make it a reality. The scenario you had chosen, ‘erotic forced orgasm ordeal’, would have been enough on its own, but agreeing to not masturbate for the two entire weeks before it was scheduled was taking it to a new extreme. You had barely managed to last more than one week in the past when you had imposed your own little denial sessions. Yet you still managed to claw your way through the full two weeks. The desire to touch yourself had been so overwhelming, the way your pussy always throbbed just a little, even at the slightest hint of sexuality in your day-to-day life. So much of the day was spent focused on that soft little area between your thighs and all of the things that could be done to it. 

Once the time came and they tied you in place, you inwardly wished you had opted for the in-person session, just to feel those hands press to you, just for someone to do anything to you. Even if it were only going to be minutes before your orgasm, it was still not soon enough. You imagined to yourself that the ball gag was just to make sure that the organisers couldn’t hear your pleasure, a way to suppress their desires and ignore your pleas, to stop themselves from coming in and fucking you all night long. The thought had your sex dripping already. 

Once the vibrator was set in place, you were left alone. You were so turned on that you could quite easily have come just from grinding against the head of it. It turned on before you could test that theory, however, and in seconds, you were screaming in your first orgasm. That pent-up orgasm that you’d been holding back for those weeks. As if every day of arousal had been stored for this very moment to explode from you fiercely enough to knock you out. The power of the vibrator took your breath away, leaving you very few moments to catch your breath as it continued its merciless work. It was so good it hurt, yet that orgasm did not subside, so drawn out and agonising in its splendour. 

Now you know why you picked this scenario, wanting to feel all aspects of human empathy taken out of the equation, to live out your fantasy of being tortured with pleasure. This was torture. The way it was held in place so fiercely against your pussy made it so much worse. If only there was some give, maybe that would make it a little more bearable.

Even with your sex so sensitive, it continued to penetrate you to the core with those unforgiving vibrations. So sensitive, yet you needed more, and it was happy to oblige.

The second orgasm made you pull fiercely on the restraints, your body wanting to escape the torment that your mind was willing on. The next couple of orgasms, however, seemed to mesh into one. Just a barrage of over-stimulation that forced your tenderness to surrender to the orgasm. Having denied yourself for so long, though, you were more sensitive than ever. No amount of edging yourself and masturbating past your limit could ever have prepared you. The vibrator would not slow down or soften its touch no matter how much you began screaming out. Your only request was to be left until you were literally in tears of pleasure, then to be left for another twenty minutes after that. 

While you feel the trickle of pussy juice along your buttocks, while your extremities shake against the restraints, while your clitoris pulsates in need to escape the onslaught, part of you wishes that your tears began streaming after just the first orgasm. 

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“As you can both see, the combination of the restraints and having us all present at once elicits much more intense physical and verbal responses.  She had come to us seeking aid in achieving orgasm, as she had been unable to do so with another person present. However, there seems to be no such issue as I have been able to repeatedly bring her to the verge of climax with stimulation through vibration. Patience was the only real factor that needed to be addressed. If either of you is wondering, the reason why I haven’t made her actually orgasm yet is so that the moment can be heightened as much as possible. She has been begging for quite some time now. We’ll keep this going until she truly cannot take any more, then she’ll truly experience an orgasm unlike any other. I suggest we try and see if we can force her to endure more after that. 

I’m sorry, my dear. No matter how much you beg it, won’t make any difference.”

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“Hi there,

It’s my girlfriend’s birthday next week, and she has always talked about how being teased by multiple people has always been her biggest turn-on. I thought I’d reach out to you all because she’s spoken about how exciting her past experiences with you have been. Could you help me make her dream come true on her Birthday?

I’ve got a lovely day out planned with her, and then in the evening. We were to use our bondage table to have a little fun. The idea I had in mind was to surprise her with all of you once she was restrained. Then you could have all the fun you lot want with her. You all should know how sensitive she gets, so this would be the perfect way to make her come more times than she ever imagined she could endure.

She had told me about how a couple of you had first introduced her to forced orgasms, so I’d make sure that I supply you with the toys to make it hellishly delightful for her. She’s told me so many times how much of a wish it is to be forced to come until she passes out, so think how fun it would be to do this with all of you at once, how overwhelmingly intense it would be. Those of you who are interested and can do it, please message me back, and we’ll make it the best birthday gift ever.

Kind regards”

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Taken and Manhandled

They were waiting for her, ready to pounce as soon as she returned from work. She was surprised at how fast they were, catching her off guard. She should have expected it, but she really wasn’t too sure what she was expecting. She struggled against them playfully, wanting to get her moneys worth for the taken and manhandled premise that she had opted for. She’d always fantasised about such a situation, to have pleasure thrust upon her in such a way and to be forced to orgasm in ways she could never invoke upon herself. Through the Pleasure Torture Experiences website she’d found, she realised she could turn her needs into a reality.

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