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Happy New Year

Another year to come, so many days to fill with pleasure and sensuality.

Thank you as always for following the work and the input regarding content. I know it’s often mentioned, but knowing the content is enjoyed always makes it so worthwhile.

Firstly, the Patreon website is being filled with all website content currently. A nice way to have all content very easily accessible. A new audio has just been posted there as an exclusive post for now (a dual masturbation based audio) – it will be posted here in time as well, but for now it’s a nice little exclusive as a thank you to the recent patreon supporters. There’ll be a couple of videos coming there soon too (which of course shall be uploaded here in time – one will be a short bit of extended tickling from a past video). There’ll be more Patreon interaction coming in the way of audio q&a posts, voting on stories, accepting requests, and snippets from the upcoming novel. Feel free to check it out at: https://www.patreon.com/pleasuretorture

Speaking of the novel: so far it is in the final edit. It’s taking a little time due to their other commitments, but hopefully it won’t take too long. In time I’ll be posting snippets of the upcoming project which will involve lots of longer stories.

The twitter feed ( https://twitter.com/PleasureT0rture ) is also going to be a good place to keep updated (currently catching up the posts being put on here). The same with Bdsmlr. The focus though is still on making all of the original Tumblr posts available here. Mixed in with the re-edited posts will be some newer pieces, including a few requested stories which are currently being worked on.

Overall, there’s a whole lot to come.

New Year’s Eve

Just another couple of hours and then the new year. Just another couple of hours… and then you’ll get what you need.

What started as a simple challenge had become a battle of wills. Hearing the moans, the desperate cries for release, made it so much harder to hold on. The biggest rule was that when somebody called out that they were about to come, the other person must stop and let them rest, no matter how tempting it was to make them go over the edge. They all agreed that nobody could climax until midnight – until it was the new year. Anybody who failed to hold back would spend all of January in a state of denial.

You close your eyes for a moment as if to shut away the onslaught of imagery that tempts you, yet all it does is make you focus on the sensations driving you closer. You open them again and simply look around, trying to take your mind off of the mouth that is working you to the brink. Watching a couple suck each other does not help, seeing the woman on top wrap her lips around that pulsating length while her lover does all he can to frustrate her further. With her legs straddling his head, he grasps her ass while continuing to suck her clitoris, as if pulling her closer and letting her know that she isn’t going anywhere else until one of them gives. It won’t be long until he begins to pump his hips up and down, then she’ll know that she has him right where she wants.

You gaze around the room as you feel your own impending orgasm wreak havoc, wanting so desperately to just give in. The sounds of sex continue to pour fuel on the flames; the wet slapping sounds of skin meeting skin, the aching moans of desire echoing throughout. Women bounce up and down on the laps of their partners, feeling every inch twitching within at the moment they are told to stop. Those mischievous grins signal that they want nothing more than to just jerk their waist up and down once more, to force that stiff length to convulse in pleasure and see their man cry out in orgasmic joy. Yet still, midnight is some time away, more time to keep those stiff cocks swollen and in need of more.

You want to come so badly, for that mouth to just bring you over the pinnacle, yet you hold out… soon you’ll get what you need. Your attention is pulled to a woman screaming out as her pussy is devoured, letting everyone know that she can’t take it, that she just needs to come. The woman between her legs looks up and tells her no, that it isn’t time yet. A shiver of arousal runs through your spine at hearing those words, then seeing the woman lean her head down and begin again. The way she is lapping away at the woman’s dripping pussy makes it clear that she is taking much delight in evoking such moans and squeals of frustration.

Various couples look into one another’s eyes as if feeding off of their arousal and trying to will the other to give in, to succumb to their desires. It’s so erotic to know what they are all feeling, to understand that deep, bubbling climax is ready to spill over and gush forth, to know that it is their own body that is doing this to them.

You feel your orgasm taking hold, the fight between wanting to hold back and recover and wanting the mouth to never stop tormenting you. Everything within yearns to just let go as the countdown begins. Ten seconds is all it will take… yet the tightening in your core, those little tremors within, telling you that you may not last. The fireworks are about to go off. Ten… nine… eight… so close.

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Thirty-Minutes

Surely a video of somebody else, a doppelganger of your own quivering body, yet you know that it is yourself you are seeing, turning to the side and watching the footage on the screen as if watching a stranger writhing with need.

It is these short moments of rest that linger the most cruelly; you know by now that begging for them to give you what you need so badly will do nothing. You can merely turn and watch yourself from the angle of the recording, watching them zoom in and adjust the camera filming every moment of your blissful suffering. You have long since given up the struggle of pulling on the restraints; all efforts are focused on the pulsating desire within you.

You had agreed so naively, thinking it would simply be a little erotic fun to be filmed, thinking it would just be something arousing to masturbate to in future. The joy of having pleasure being focused on you, something that had been missing in your busy life and hectic schedule. Yet now that seems so long ago, never had you realised that this coursing pleasure would burn so deeply inside, never dying down, simply simmering within.

From the moment your hands were tied above your head, it seemed as if it was their goal to tease you to madness. Taking turns, they made sure there were always at least three pairs of hands touching you at all times. The way their fingertips and palms worked so slowly seemed to stimulate your body as if you had never been touched before in your life.

For half an hour, they tormented you, yet not even touching your nipples or clitoris until the final minutes. All the while, they whispered into your ears, telling you exactly what the cameras were showing, telling you just how delicate the movements of your body are as they started to brush and flicker over those most sensitive little peaks. In the last seconds, they finally brought you to the edge… then always left you alone, walking away behind the camera to leave you teetering cruelly on the pinnacle. One minute always passed, the camera picking up every display of uncontrollable longing, then another thirty minutes of relentless teasing… on and on until this point in time, where you feel as if your throbbing clitoris is the only thing in the room with a pulse.

They toy with you in unison, an orchestra of pleasure playing your body like an instrument, leaving you to watch yourself bucking your hips up and down with need, silently screaming for the climax. As you writhe in tortured pleasure, you think about what they had just whispered to you: that in one minute, you should keep your eyes on the screen to watch yourself as a mouth finally sucks against your clitoris. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

Any second now, a tongue will find the pulsating, agonising beauty of your tender cherry.

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Christmas Night

On the night of Christmas, she came to grant his wish, though it would last far beyond merely just the night. Awakened from such a gentle sleep, he was already fully strapped down and helpless for his dream situation. She said nothing; there was no need. Her touches would convey everything needed. Every year, she would fulfil a lucky man’s greatest desire.

Just the lightest touch from her felt like an electric shock of sheer ecstasy, so intense that he was almost worried how it would feel once she pressed her entire hand around it, or even her mouth. He’d soon find out, though, that her sexual power was far beyond what he’d ever have imagined, that there would be no way of coming until she willed it upon him, no matter how much he could take. When he started to beg and shout out for release, the only response he’d continue to be met with was that same lustful gaze. She could keep him safely erect for as long as she desired. That would be enough to communicate her intent.

After the hours passed, in those brief moments when he could think of anything except the unbearable need for the orgasm trapped away, in the spare few seconds not spent hopelessly pleading with her to let him come, he wondered whether to call her an angel… or a demon.

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Her Christmas wish, to experience the pleasure of women, which she had been too insecure about pursuing in her day-to-day life, was finally granted. However, even though she went to sleep vividly imagining the scenario which had now unfolded, she had not specified at all just when it would stop. This would be a Christmas day – and night – she’d never forget.

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Birthday Gift

The moment her legs were strapped apart, she knew there was no going back; every inch of her body tingled with anticipation for her gift. Finally, she was going to be made to succumb to pleasures beyond her most intense experiences. Her voyeuristic longings and kinky desires – all wrapped up in a perfect little package.

Feeling a sudden surge throughout her womanhood as they exposed her, the cool air on her hot pussy let her know that they could do anything they wanted: the thought made her shiver slightly in delight.

Did you really think I would go any faster?

I remember you telling me how wonderful that slow build-up was, how intensely it made you come. That’s something I’ve been picturing ever since you first mentioned it, the way you must have shuddered in pleasure, the way your back must have arched while you convulsed in bliss. All while those soft bristles pressed so delicately to that tender clitoris. So much time was spent unsuccessfully trying to have that paintbrush press a little harder to that swollen jewel; finally, the speed and pressure were just enough to topple you over the edge of an orgasm.

I would love nothing more than to feel what it’s like, to have something so soft and delicate constantly teasing something so precious and sensitive. The way you moan, the way you writhe, the way you beg – I’ll use all of those to gauge just what it’s like now that I have you here. The restraints will show you just as much mercy as I will give: keeping you trapped within this realm of frustration.

I’m going to keep sweeping this brush back and forth until I know your body can not feel any more in need, until you’ve begged so much that you’ve lost all hope of mercy. These gentle strokes: not enough to let you come, but just enough to keep you teetering on that bring, to keep that climax constantly simmering. You can pull against the restraints as much as you want. I’m not speeding up. I love how your pussy seems to blossom for me, getting so swollen as those tender lips open up, trying to invite me to give it so much more, all while your clitoris pulses in desperate need. The perfect picture, one that I want to keep in sight for as long as possible.

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Pillowcase Bondage

What You Can Do With A Pillowcase (Video Link)

A nice way to use a pillowcase. Simply sliding the pillowcase up the other person’s arms, behind their back, then having the person lie back, letting their own body trap their arms by their sides.

Dominating someone, having that person know that their pleasure is under your control, is not about the tools or equipment you own. It’s about the mindset, the desire to spend those moments taking them to the pinnacles of pleasure and holding them there as long as you wish. The look in your eyes, the tone of your voice, the way you touch them with intent – when it all conveys how much you want to indulge in their fantasies, that is when you truly hold someone captive… after that, the items you use and the tricks such as above are all simply the icing on the cake.

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A little update: There are a couple of posts on Patreon that have been made available – one is a snippet from the novel (with a longer segment soon to come) and a couple of behind the scene GIFs from a recent session that never materialised into a full video).

Hi. Love your posts! I’m just curious what your policies are with your sessions. Like the videos, your privacy policies and things like that?

I’m going to be putting up more details related to this soon – after a request for some information on safety for those new to bdsm play, I’ll make some posts regarding safe practices and tips etc.

In terms of privacy, if someone wants a session filmed, it is always their decision if it is made viewable on the site. If someone is okay with it being made into a video for public view, any GIFs that are made will always be made without showing faces or anything identifiable (particularly as it may be difficult as well to, at a later date, get permission for every single GIF created).

Sybian

How does it feel? I cannot imagine the sensation of having a Sybian vibrator devastating your sex so intensely, such a brutal machine with complete mechanical indifference to the sensitivities of your delicate pussy.

Another orgasm? It must be drilling against your clitoris, shuddering through your entire body; though you are doing well, just five minutes left to go, don’t give up now.

That look of pained ecstasy – pure perfection!

Oh! Have you had enough?

Poor thing, you were so close. You only had to last a few more minutes, and it would have been over. I’d have let you off. Oh well, it looks like we’ll be getting the leg restraints out. If you thought that was intense before, think how it will feel now, being strapped to it and unable to pull away. In a minute, you’ll be wishing you had endured for those last few minutes – time for you to experience true orgasmic torture.

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Image source from: KenMarcus