"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".
The moment she sank into the bath, the desire to masturbate herself that had lingered all day finally overcame her. The moment she closed her eyes and opened them, she found herself in a different place. Somehow there was no sense of fear or shock – a warm haze drifted over her – yet the sexual longing did not subside, instead it seemed to be amplified. While the water was still just as warm as her bath, she could not fully control her body, as if she were being held in place.
The moment she felt a mouth press between her thighs, she jumped and tried to look down to see who – or what – was there. It was then that she realised that even her head was being held back in the water. The water held her wrists, waist, ankles and head in place like liquid hands.
You may try and capture their existence with cameras, but they will make their presence known far more intimately tonight. Hear the demonic whispers as on this Halloween night pleasure becomes your treat… and your nightmare. The feeling of cuffs on your wrists and hands holding you down as you sleep certainly aren’t just in your mind…
An audio/visual experiment, capturing Nova Gold taken hold by a supernatural entity on Halloween night.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
Model: Nova Gold
Your hips undulating to the rhythm of my tongue, a dance to the sounds of suction and sighs. Try as you might to escape the restraints and pull my lips tightly to the focus of your pleasure, you will remain trapped. As trapped and helpless as your clitoris is to the slow torment which I will continue to unleash upon you. This is a slow dance; the slowest, most cruel and most erotic dance of all.
A PleasureTorture session with model Nova Gold.
To feel trapped, wedged within a world of ecstasy. Whichever way you push your hips, there is no escaping it even if you wanted to. What makes it so intense is knowing that there is no controlling it, that whatever you do or say, their lips and tongues will do all they can to crush your body beneath the pleasure.
When I have you here on your own, helpless to me, I want to make you come so hard that you don’t know whether you want it to stop or keep going. I want to devour your pretty little pussy until your back arches. I want to suck on your tender little clitoris until you are throwing your head back and screaming in pleasure. Fuck! I love the way your hips rock when I thrust my fingers into you; I just don’t ever want to stop.
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.