"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".
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.
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.
The faintest of touches, like whispers of intent. Beckoning your desires, the sweet pattern of torment.
Masturbate while you are being instructed, having your pleasure taken control of by someone who is watching you squirm with need.
Try and follow the actions, it does not matter if you edge early and often, simply do not orgasm until the very end… until you are given permission. If you climax too soon, stop all stimulation, feeling that cruel, frustrating sensation of being deprived a full orgasm… then try and do better on the next attempt.
Every time my finger slips up and down, it feels like it moves slower and slower, until finally – in your tortured arousal – your wetness lets it slip within you. Every silky fold sucking it in with need.