The Club

She had been to this sex club many times before, if nothing more than to simply watch and enjoy the spectacle throughout the rooms; when she heard of the forced orgasm play room however, she thought that she’d have to finally get involved. She’d always wanted to experience the thrill of being made to come beyond her control, yet when her wrists were securely strapped she began to wonder how much she’d be able to take. She was happy to let anyone have a turn using the toys on her, so long as her lingerie was kept on. Once she felt the immense vibration of the wand vibrator however, she felt entirely naked, the powerful buzzing against her pussy made it feel as if there was nothing between the vibrator and her delicate skin.

With the combination of such excitement from taking part and the intense new feelings that the toy was bringing her, the first orgasm took little time to hit her – and hit her hard it did. Her breath was taken away in an instant as her climax wracked her body, only the chains could hold her up as her legs gave way, the vibrator and its handler not giving any respite. The second and third orgasm shook her to the very core, so unrelenting and penetrating was this vibration to her sex that it almost scared her how much of an effect it was having. Still it did not stop.

No matter how much she tried to close her legs, they would not stop using the vibrator on her. No matter how much she looked at them in a pleading way, begging with them that she couldn’t orgasm any more, they still continued to make her come. Only after her clitoris became numb with over-sensitivity and her pussy lips were swollen red were the cuffs on her wrists removed.

Once carefully taken down she was led to a chair to rest, yet little did she know that it was not over yet. While collecting herself and regaining her breath and composure, they began restraining her to the chair. While she could have easily told them that she had reached her limit, somehow the words wouldn’t come out; she wanted to see where this would take her. While in her mind she was curious as to whether she could come again, her body was not ready for it; the vibrator pressed to her overstimulated pussy and made every muscle in her body clench. Screaming, she tried all she could to get away from the stimulation but it did no good. After fighting to swivel her hips and close her thighs to the torrent of torturous pleasure, she gave in and said she was finished. While it stopped, the man now in control of the wand spoke.

“Okay… just one more orgasm and then we can untie you.”

Screaming, writhing and almost in tears of pleasure, that was the most intense, rewarding orgasm she would ever have.

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Ask Me Anything – Answered

Happy new year! Just wanted to say I would love to hear that audio session you mentioned in a previous answer, have you decided on whether you will upload that or not?

Update – it’ll be posted within the next couple of days.

Can’t see your videos anymore. Any plans for re uploading them?

I’ll be verifying the pornhub profile to hopefully make sure they get put back up or at the very least allow me to re-upload them on there. If there’s any issue with that though, I will be re-uploading them elsewhere for sure.

I’m curious about something and I can’t find a good answer. Does edging during a denial period intensify a woman’s neediness? Or does it provide a certain amount of relief? The fact that I would beg desperately to tease myself or be teased makes me think it provides some amount of relief. Being kept in no-touch feels like an aching hell of unrelieved arousal. But I commonly hear it said that edging builds need and desire over time, as in “Edge as much as you want, sweetie, you know it will only make it worse later.” But is that true? Any thoughts?

It certainly provides a sense of relief, though can increase the need of release. A bit of a double edged sword. That is why even during times when I perform sessions with others, the act of edging is held back for some time… in other words, simply playing with someone up until the point that they could reach the edge, then backing off… all to add to the intensity and the need. Try playing with yourself without fully letting yourself edge, you may find it increases the frustration greatly, until the act of edging alone feels like a reward. Personally, I am not fond of ‘no touch’ for extended durations (more than a few days or a week) – the focus should always be on pleasure – edging provides the dual goal of adding to the frustration, yet still providing a further sense of erotic relief, as well as allowing you to indulge in your fantasies and desires while choosing whether to climax, or further revel in the pleasure of denial if you so wish.

I was wondering if you could list links of your favorite porn videos? I’d be interested in exploring what scenes inspire you. Thanks and Happy Holidays, sir.

I will do. Most videos I have are ones that I have saved over time, so it’s a little more difficult to locate them online (which is also why I try to include the sources on each post to provide support further for the original creators of the videos). Anything else that I find online, I will create a list of, most likely alongside the pornhub link which will have my favourited videos from there as well. I’ll post an update once I have made such a list.

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Within Your Mind

Free within the confines of your mind, you can surrender yourself to your fantasies. You tease yourself to the thought of letting your lust overcome you, unconfined to thoughts of fear, doubt and security; sex is all there is.

The electric surges of pleasure flow throughout you as your body slowly succumbs to the scenarios your mind creates. The more your sex convulses to the touch of your fingertips against those soft petals of flesh, the more your imagination wanders further, deeper. Even as the pleasure builds to something more, you try to control it and hold it back, not allowing yourself the release you will soon truly crave. Hips swaying as you imagine stripping for a stranger, ready to ride that hardness your feel between your thighs, unleashing your animalistic desires, you are only just getting started…

Letting your imagination take you further than reality ever could, you fight back that need to let your fingers sink inside yourself. You relish in the thought of being put under another’s control, to be teased and tormented mercilessly.

Your hips rock as the images flash through your mind, being tied and helpless, ensnared by another woman. Her tongue torments you while you can do nothing but strain against the bondage, restrained for her desires, blindfolded to feel even more helpless while she feasts on your pussy. The slow trickle of your fingers mimic the motion of her cruel tongue, keeping you dangling on the knife edge of pleasure. No matter how much your body screams out for the mercy of an orgasm, you will wait; your fantasies have so much more in store…

Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.

Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.

Once you can no longer take the feeling of welling pleasure, fit to burst, you masturbate hard and fast, his cock drilling you intensely while your female captor sucks on your nipple. Having wordlessly tormented you, brought you to the edge repeatedly until your pussy was almost painful from engorged need, they give you what you want, to be fucked relentlessly. Suddenly it happens, all thoughts and images vanish, and the blank white wall of orgasm overcomes you, as if every halted climax has built up to this one moment at once.

You come, hard.

Even when it’s too much to take, when you feel as if you couldn’t possibly make yourself come any more, your fantasies continue to take hold, to push you further. However much your fingers torment your clitoris, it won’t compare to just what that tongue could do to you. You will force yourself to orgasm for as long as that cock and that mouth would force you to endure.

Within the confines of your mind, you are free to trap yourself in pleasure. Let ecstasy take hold, it will never let go.

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Gentle Hands

Whether a dream or reality, the outcome would be the same regardless. All you can focus on is the pleasure, that is all your world consists of right now. You want to open your eyes, but you are too relaxed to do so, your body is in the ultimate bliss of complete relaxation, a perfect position to easily be overcome. The hands caress you in every way you desire, focusing exactly on where you want them to touch. Intense enough to fulfil your every fantasy of being manhandled and dominated by multiple people, though gentle enough to make you want more and more, to keep you on that constant incline of arousal. 

They feel like every hand that has ever sexually caressed you, the hand of every person who has ever desired you, all just a little rougher than how you yourself would have played, making it all that much more erotic. Every pinch, every tweak and grasp, every poke and stroke, all managing to touch something much deeper than merely the surface of your body. Once they finally penetrate you, you feel like you have melted, a dripping wet mess of sensuality and lust. You feel every action as if it were in slow motion, dragging out every sensation until it is agonising in the most wonderful of ways. You feel every fold of your sex parting for those fingers, every nerve of your clitoris being set alight by those sweeping strokes.

Even though it had spent so long being built up, your orgasm feels like it won’t stop, all the while those hands play you so finely, like an instrument. You shiver and cry out in pleasure, clutching at one of the hands like it is a lifeline, though nothing stops. After so long, too long, you begin to come down from that vicious pleasure – though still nothing changes. Your body remains too relaxed to open your eyes, too much in a dreary haze to pull yourself from the grasps. As the hands continue to work you, exploring your pussy just as intently, you feel yourself becoming trapped between two minds; one wants it to keep going and never stop, the other knows that having more orgasms like that forced upon you would become torturous. With the way the hands have not stopped manipulating however, you won’t have a choice in the matter.

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Under Mistletoe

Christmas eve, the flicker of a flame bathing her smooth skin, a mere ember compared to the inferno of need that raged within her. She swayed her hips a little, hoping to entice the man standing beside her at the foot of the bed, yet it was to no avail. Still his hands continued to massager her. Tantalizing her, his hands continued gliding along her back, caressing her raised ass cheeks, coursing along her sides, outlining the contours of her delicate frame. If only he’d touch her more instead of only teasing the sides of her breasts, instead of merely toying with the lips of her sex, so exposed and easy to penetrate.

Her pussy could get no wetter, so plump with arousal, doing all it could to invite those calculated fingers into that silky soft delicacy. Yet he was deliberate, there was still so much more time.

“Turn,” he whispered, gently, yet commanding.

She smiled as she turned, surely this would be the time?

As she turned over on the pillows, while he coated his fingers with more of the lubricant, she looked around for a clock. To her disappointment he had removed any indication of time, only his phone alarm would indicate when Christmas day officially arrived.

Now on her back, the mistletoe hung in full view above them – the cause for her predicament. He wanted her to see it once he filled her with disappointment again, denying her the fulfilment of giving her the orgasm she so desperately craved. With her hips raised by the pillows beneath, her womanhood was so fully presented to
him, yet still he merely traced his fingertip around her mound.

Her body trembled as his fingers slowly and deliberately circled the stiff peaks of her nipples, threatening to give her the relief of pinching them, before stopping and
tormenting her pussy once again. She finally broke down and began begging him once he toyed with her clitoris. The way he peeled back her clitoral hood to expose that tender morsel, before circling it cruelly, forced her to plead for the orgasm she had been torturously denied for so long.  Just a pinch, the thrust of a finger – anything.

“Not until we kiss under the mistletoe.”

Her mind raced back to their Christmas work do, just a couple of days ago. How they’d been with their colleagues, standing together under the mistletoe when he leaned forward to kiss her. Her words becoming her own torment, ‘no mistletoe kisses until Christmas,’ she had said with a cheeky laugh. She had stopped him then, but right now she’d do anything for that kiss.

Clawing at the bed in the agony of desire, she had no idea how long until he’d make her come. 10 minutes? An hour? He’d tease her relentlessly for as long as it took.

All she was certain of was that when the time came, she knew exactly where she wanted him to kiss her.

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Even when it’s too much to take, when you feel as if you couldn’t possibly make yourself come any more, your fantasies continue to take hold, to push you further. However much your fingers torment your clitoris, it won’t compare to just what that tongue could do to you. You will force yourself to orgasm for as long as that cock and that mouth would force you to endure.

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Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.

Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.

Once you can no longer take the feeling of welling pleasure, fit to burst, you masturbate hard and fast, his cock drilling you intensely while your female captor sucks on your nipple. Having wordlessly tormented you, brought you to the edge repeatedly until your pussy was almost painful from engorged need, they give you what you want, to be fucked relentlessly. Suddenly it happens, all thoughts and images vanish, and the blank white wall of orgasm overcomes you, as if every halted climax has built up to this one moment at once.

You come, hard.

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