Those fingers tease down towards your sex so tentatively, doing your best to stop yourself from working faster, imagining another’s fingertips tantalising you, savouring your thrusts of desire. Longingly you trail downwards, casting a line of attention directly towards where he would want to focus on. You imagine his intentions, yet just the thought of him getting ready to pounce on you sends a rush through your body. The thought of him spreading your legs and eating you out until you were a screaming, begging mess of pleasure.

You’ve edged yourself many times, yet for some reason, today feels so much harder, as if the tightness of your lingerie makes you so aware of the parts it covers, so aware of how much others would want to strip you right now, to masturbate you relentlessly, to pin you down and take turns denying you until you were writhing in need. The idea of them all waiting and anticipating clamping their mouths around and burying their tongues within your dripping wet pussy makes you quiver on the verge of orgasm.

Finally, as you back off and begin again, your thoughts turn to your current situation, alone in the room and indulging so much on your pleasures and fantasies. The way you can make your own body feel so much, how you so relish the way you can torment yourself, to push yourself to the brink of what your sex can handle. The thought of how your own fingertips can make you moan in such ecstasy makes you almost wish you weren’t so cruel to yourself, just so you could feel that orgasmic release right this second.

You know you can’t hold your orgasm back much longer, you are going to allow yourself to come very soon, though the question is simply what thought is going to be the one that you come to.

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“Stop,” the word that never fails to send a devastating rush through her overstimulated mind. Finally brought back to the reality of her situation, the reality of what control her own fingertips have against the backdrop of her desires. If only the reality would mirror her fantasies, that of being able to dictate when she could climax.

Centre stage, she continues once again, the limits of passion engulfing every inch of her body, the gazes that sweep over her seem to touch like fingertips, as if every pair of eyes brushes tantalisingly along her skin. She wants to beg them one by one for the orgasm that has been denied for so long, though it is clear that these men and women watching her are here for the pleasure being witnessed, with no intention of letting it subside so soon. Her eyes begin anew their search for someone who might show some mercy, scanning the figures, some sitting and some standing but all dressed smartly for this sexual display, for some look of consent for release. Against the gentle backdrop of whispered chat and the sharp tap of wine glasses occasionally being placed on tables, her outpouring moans and sighs of pleasure takes centre stage.  

Fingers slickly coated with her own juices, she stops again as she feels herself teeter on the brink, a dull, aching pulse resonating from her clitoris being her body’s only means of retaliation for such denial. She focuses on a couple who stands at the foot of the large bed as she begins stroking again. Mouthing the word ‘please’ to the man, she wants him to imagine what it must feel like inside her right now, how her tenderness must be quivering in need, how if he’d give the permission for her to come, how he could imagine feeling himself wrapped within those tight, convulsing folds of silken delight. The man merely smiles and continues to enjoy the delight, all while caressing his partner who is savouring the sight just as much. For a moment, she thinks of how the light, folding around her body like a sheet, must be illuminating every detail of her dripping wet, glistening sex. The thought makes her reach the edge of orgasm so fiercely that she has to clasp her legs shut in order not to risk going over.

“Open them,” comes the hushed yet no less commanding order from a woman watching to the side, one of the closest people around her. Every feeling of desperation, of animalistic need, of agonising arousal, seems to instantly melt away to reveal the purest pleasure she has ever felt. The control of her own body, of her own pleasure, being held in the palms of not only those around her, but specifically this woman watching with such intent, makes her sexuality feel like the most important thing in the world, the very centre of existence.

Looking deeply into this woman’s eyes, she holds her gaze while her fingers slip within, seeming to explore herself deeper than she’d ever felt before. With her gaze held the whole time, through the ebbing tide of impending orgasm, her eyes convey one simple truth, this right now was the most wonderful, erotic experience of her life.

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Written by: PleasureTorture

Private Show (Izzy)

Submitted by Izzy

Playing along to the Private Show audio, trying to endure the pleasure and not climax. Will she complete the challenge or suffer a ruined orgasm?

Soundgasm link

Soundgasm link 2 (audio plays with separate channels for clarity of audio, more immersive and recommended for headphones).

‘I’m all yours.’

Those words linger in your mind as you feel the tight embrace of the tie around your wrists. The thoughts race back through your mind of what you had pictured this experience to be, how you pictured giving up all control. You feel a deep surge of arousal course through the deepest regions of your sex as you wait for the toys to be presented to you, ready to be dominated. You wonder how long you will last, how much you’ll scream and beg once you are teased relentlessly; perhaps it will all be too much for you, though you know that won’t mean it will stop.

The scene plays out in segments in your mind as you lie waiting, feeling more helpless and turned on than ever before. You envision a paintbrush tracing around your clitoris, the thought alone makes your legs tense; though when you have that delicate clitoral hood peeled back to reveal that swollen little bud, you wonder whether you’ll be brought to tears from the cruel teasing. The closeness of your tight lingerie feels more evident now as you wait for them to soon be removed, knowing that your tender, wet pussy will be devoured, knowing your hips won’t stop rocking once it is. You expect to be able to handle what you are to endure, though something deep down within you hints – maybe even wishes – that you won’t be able to handle it. The thought that when the vibrations against your clitoris, the pinches on your nipples, the thrusts within your sensitive sex, are all unleashed upon you, the image of your will-power and control will be shattered entirely.

You envisioned being tortured with inescapable pleasure, now it will be a reality as your eyes convey what your body will soon understand, ‘I’m all yours’.

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Beg For Me

“That’s it, beg for me. Show me how much you want me to fuck you.”

No matter how much she writhed for him, no matter how much she told him how she wanted him inside her, she wouldn’t be granted her orgasm.

She had teased herself for him on webcam for the last two weeks, tormented over and over by his instructions, edging herself repeatedly until she was begging, then it would always stop. Every day for two weeks she had been left hoping and praying that he’d let her have release by the end, every day she was left in cruel denial.

“Please…Oh God PLEASE,” she cried out once he told her to pull her hands away from her lingerie, denied from touching her body at all as the pulsing need from being held on the edge was coursing through her. She was on the verge of tears with frustration, her tight lingerie was like a barrier pressing against her dripping wet, constantly twitching pussy.

“Imagine me pulling those panties away, sinking my mouth against your wet little pussy and sucking hard, devouring your clitoris while I kept you held down and helpless.”

“I’ll do anything, please.”

Again he made her edge… again he made her stop. With a look of tortured longing, her hands went back up to her shoulders, fighting desperately with her own need to thrust them back down and masturbate to the orgasm she craved. She was on the verge of tears with need, yet still she held out.

“That is all for our webcam teasing for now, you will touch yourself and keep yourself frustratingly close to the edge for the next 20 minutes, then that is all for tonight for you.” With that he was gone.

Unknown to her however, he was only 20 minutes away from her house, planning to arrive at hers now that she was so overwhelmingly desperate. Just when she would be ready to retire for bed, he’d arrive, though shortly after her moments of surprise and glee, she’d once again be reduced to a quivering wreck of despair. He would strip her fully and tie her down on the bed before continuing his cruel teasing all throughout the night; constantly tormenting her perky breasts, stiff nipples and swollen red clitoris with the slightest of touches.

Once he did finally devour her pussy, sucking her clitoris hard while his fingers penetrated her furiously, she’d be gasping for air in a torrent of pleasure. Once every inch of his shaft slid inside her, she’d be screaming for him to let her come, feeling his cock pulse every time he stopped thrusting, leaving it buried inside while she tensed so close to the edge. Though one thing would worry her… the fact that after all the teasing and denial, after all the build-up, she knew it’d be the most intense orgasm of her life, and she knew that would not be the end of it: he was going to torture her with her orgasms. 

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Last Night

Audio Version

“I was so wet all night afterwards.”

The words were as enticing as the image you sent the following morning, in reaction to the evening before.

How my actions affected you, and how I hope just that evening alone plays on your mind for many, many nights to come.

No restraints were needed – merely my hands and words of command were enough.

Both of us were naked, yet all the attention was lavished upon your sensitive form. My head between your thighs, your fantasies already causing your pussy to glisten. I didn’t tease you, for once that was not my intention. Instead I simply prepared your clitoris for what it was to soon endure. I trailed my tongue along the folds of your pussy lips before circling around that tender nub, coaxing it from it’s hood. The rocking of your hips along with your moans and whimpers for more would have been enough, but I waited for the twitching of that stiffened clitoris to be my guide. Once I closed my mouth around it, there would be no going back.

At first I simply let my tongue roll back and forth, taking pleasure in the constant little twitches of your clit, as if it wished to dance with the rhythm of my mouth. Soon I pursed my lips and simply sucked against the very tip of it, letting you know how focused that sensation will be. My hands at first caressed your thighs and your waist, letting you know that your body, just like your pleasure, remained within my firm grasp. Once I pressed my lips down to engulf the entirety of your clitoris, to spread that pleasure deeper, that’s when my hands slid upwards, caressing your chest. Every inch of your body was to partake in this dance.

When I pushed my mouth right against your apex, sucking your clitoris in deeply, as if trying to trap it against the roof of my mouth, that’s when it was helpless to the wrath of my tongue. It lashed relentlessly against the underside of your clit while I continued to suck. Each time you built to a crescendo, your rocking hips and stuttered gasps told me enough to know when to back off. Once again, the quivering of your clitoris, those wondrous convulsions of desire, let me know just how close you were getting. I only paused for a few seconds each time, the intention solely to keep building you up further and further – not to deny you, but to simply prolong and intensify the moment that was to come.

My fingers all the while traced around your nipples, keeping them achingly stiff and in need, occasionally feigning to pinch them each time you moaned and got closer to the edge. All to signal to you that they’d be pinched the moment you’d come.

So intoxicating – the softness and wetness against my chin and the way it felt like it urged my mouth to sink in further. Your wonderful moans harmonised with the sound of my suctioning mouth against your slick wet folds.

As the thrusting of your hips became shorter spasms, I knew that it was time. Latching tightly and pressing harder, the whirlwind of my flicking tongue weaving between the stop-start suction letting you know that this time it was going to happen. With a firm pinch to your nipples, you came. As you writhed and convulsed, I held you steady by keeping my mouth in place, letting you know that the only thing on my mind was all that I wanted be on your mind: your achingly sensitive clitoris.

You finally reached down and tried to push my head away once squeezing your thighs together didn’t cause me to back off. It wasn’t the fact that you started to beg me to stop, screaming out that it was too intense, that caused me to stop. What caused me to stop was knowing that you’d need to recover a little if it were to continue further. How helpless you looked when you were breathing deeply, your body jerking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. When I then angled myself so that my lower body was at your side, my upper body still down by your thighs, that’s when you knew it was time to start again. I didn’t position your hand around my erection just so that you could pleasure me in return, it was so that you understood how much doing this to you turns me on, how the next steps of your erotic torment would make me pulsate and throb.

As you stroked my cock with one hand, I pinned your other down and began to lick your pussy again. Those lips were already so red and swollen, your clitoris a scarlet button for me to further abuse. You protested as my tongue made a slow path up and down your folds, lapping at your dripping wetness before nestling against that tender cherry. As much as you begged me to stop, you continued to stroke my length all the while. Once I began to suck it again, your scream for mercy quickly became a scream of realisation that your body would betray you. The orgasm happened quickly, I had to keep your hand held down tightly as you struggled, though I loved how tightly you squeezed my shaft while you continued to orgasm. When you released my cock to stop me once you came down, realising that I wasn’t going to stop, I ordered you to keep stroking me. You did as told before whimpering as my tongue lapped away at that poor, hypersensitive clit.

I only had to tell you to stay still once, to stop you from trying to escape as I began sucking it again. I know you enjoyed feeling my cock continue to twitch in your grasp. As much as you begged me to stop and to just fuck you, I know that deep down you wanted me to torture you with my mouth – that’s why when I told you that I’m going to devour you until you can’t possibly come anymore, and only then will I fuck you, that you came the moment my mouth returned to your clit. The instant squeal and then silence as you convulsed alerted me that you’d passed out for a moment.

I thought at that point it was time to penetrate you, that your clitoris was too sensitive to the touch to do anything else with, particularly as you jumped every time my fingers came close to it. Though while fucking you hard, I realised that I was wrong. I had fucked you to so many orgasms that it seemed like you couldn’t come any more. After we had played a little game, having me count every thrust and telling you that I’ll only give you a break if you can take ten without coming (which you failed at for nearly ten minutes), it seemed like we were done. When you were panting and saying that you can’t come any more, that’s when I put the thought in your mind:

“Imagine if there were three of me, one to hold you down, one to fuck you like this, and another to just constantly be sucking your clitoris. Even as you cried that it was too much, even as you pleaded for mercy and screamed for us to stop, we wouldn’t stop sucking your clitoris while fucking you.”

The moment I said that, you came… and came… and came again.

It seems as if you get off at the thought of even more torment. The image you sent, with those wet clothes clinging to every enticing curve, urges me to give it to you right now. Instead, however, I’ll wait, letting you spend another few nights dripping wet from the memories. I’ll let you bask in an afterglow that seems to last for days. With this image, I’ll envision all the things I intend to do to you. I assure you, the next time we meet, I’m going to tie you up, and feast on your pussy so much that last night will feel like merely a warm-up.

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