"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".
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.
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That complete loss of control, it is what you desire most.
Knowing you cannot stop that constant, burning pleasure, that near unendurable pulse of the vibrator, that relentless ache of every impending orgasm. Even the slightest give in the restraints feels almost too lenient, you want it to hold you even tighter, make you suffer even more through every agonising wave of ecstasy. That gushing, white hot pleasure that keeps you screaming isn’t enough to crush the need for more and more. Only when the flood of sensation starts to almost hurt that you feel the need to say it’s getting too much, though just as you had hoped from the beginning, there is no chance of it stopping. Your body will give out far before your mind’s need for torturous pleasure can be fulfilled. You will always suffer so much for what you love most.
Playing along to the Private Show audio, trying to endure the pleasure and not climax. Will she complete the challenge?
Susan had explained to her colleague about her deepest desire one drunken night out, she’d forgotten all about it since then, until without warning it happened; subjected to the whim of two women who were hungry for her screams of pleasure, wanting to take advantage of her while she was alone at work.
Her work colleague had used the female forced orgasm service before when she herself was alone in the office, fondly recalling how rough they were with her, the way they made her endure orgasms far beyond what she could handle. Even though she had expected to be dominated by the people she’d paid to force pleasure so intensely upon her, it was still a shock to have her own body in the control of other women; she knew that was exactly what Susan needed. Susan was unwittingly about to experience just how these women relished the sight of another woman submitting to their techniques. There would be nobody visiting the office again until the next morning… it would be a long night of orgasmic torture for Susan.
To be taken and used by a couple had long been her deepest fantasy, though now that she was in the midst of that very experience, she wondered if perhaps she’d swam too deep too soon. There was no stopping them; over and over they made her climax without rest, made her scream in rapture without pause. She had never delved into the act of forced orgasms, even though the idea seemed appetising, so to have been tied up and forced to orgasm repeatedly, no matter how much she begged them both to stop, was an overwhelming foray. They took it in turns to fuck and vibrate her dripping wet pussy, the wife torturing her clitoris until it felt like it would burst from sensitivity, while the husband penetrated her constantly convulsing entrance, feeling her thighs tremble as the change in stimulation renewed the sensitivity throughout her sex. Every time the man’s length pushed inside her fully and his pelvis pressed against her clitoris, she was reminded of the power of that vibrator and how it had devastated that little nerve filled button. Every time the woman held that vibrator steadily against her, she felt a renewed need for the man’s cock within her as her pussy convulsed in orgasmic contractions around nothing, vibrated to a trembling hot wet mess of frustrated longing.
They had spoken online for quite some time in order to safely set up their meeting, having taken all the steps to ensure absolute security and trust, though now the helpless girl had begun to worry that she wouldn’t be able to last the whole weekend with this couple. A pity for her sensitive little pussy that they were going to make sure her body was stimulated almost constantly for the entire weekend, no matter how much she believed she could endure.
Whether one of her subjects or one of her customers, Madame Fleurs slow, deliberate touches were always difficult to endure, though with her students she made sure they had to endure the most intensely erotic experience of their lives without faltering before she’d agree to take them under her wing. Her skills as a sensual, full body masseuse were highly sought, with many wishing to undertake her teachings, though few ever were able to endure the torturous entry test, to prove their mental and physical control by remaining still as possible throughout her lengthy massage demonstration. The way her hands cupped and caressed so delicately, knowing ever sensitive little spot to keep captive to her touch, it made it unbearable; an agonising pleasure that the masseuse knew how to manipulate and prolong as if time itself was under her command. While her customers were always granted the release they came to her for within the hour, her potential students were never granted such mercy. For nearly 2 hours they would always be kept teetering on that maddening brink. If they could last without begging for an orgasm or shifting position, she’d take them on as her apprentices, teaching the tantalising techniques of her erotic massages. Under her control, every second can feel like an hour.
To say she was suffering would be quite the understatement. Having agreed to participate in the drug trial which promised to net her a tidy little sum of money for what seemed to be quite an erotic experience, she had no idea that it would become this torturous.
While she fully understood that a drug would be administered to entirely debilitate her, rendering her unable to move, she did not expect this level of stimulation. When they had told her that they wanted to test her levels of sexual response while under the drug, she thought they’d meant some light touching and fondling for a few minutes; now that she’d been here for over an hour, she realised just how wrong she was.
Trapped within the near motionless prison that was her own body, she was only able to moan; no matter how much she tried, she could not scream out and beg for them to stop torturing her pussy with stimulation. Repeatedly the woman in charge of administering the stimulation finger-fucked her dripping wet opening and massaged her pulsating clitoris without relenting for even a moment. It hadn’t taken long for the tormented girl to realise that the drug not only inhibited any motion, it also prevented her from being able to climax. The rushing tide of orgasm seemed to ceaselessly push against the barriers of her sexual need for release to no avail, just constantly building without respite, making her body and mind feel ready to explode, unable to cope nor control it.
The test would be over once the drug wore off, which would be when her orgasm could finally tear free from the shackles of her drug-induced denial. It would be an orgasm that, once it arrived, would be enough to make her pass out, though sadly for her, it would be nearly another hour of tortured longing before such wonderful, much needed release.
When you were dancing with me in the club, you had no idea that I’d be the thrill you were seeking. When I asked you what your name was, did you ever expect that you’d be crying out mine while I took you with such animalistic ferocity? When our hips swayed to the music on the dance-floor, did you possibly imagine that I’d be fucking you so relentlessly while your wrists were bound helplessly just the way you like, my bedroom set-up to accommodate the kinky desires you relish in? When you first saw me looking so inconspicuous amongst the crowd, did you have any idea that I’d delight in making you come until you could take no more? I’m going to fuck you until I’m certain that you’ll never forget just what I can do to you.