Voir Les Anges

This is the new art exhibit which has stirred up a lot of attention for the gallery. Patrons can only watch this art instillation from behind a one way mirror while she sits restrained on the other side. There is much to admire about this astounding display of female pleasure, though the sense of interactivity also generates much delight for the visitors. The instillation – entitled ‘voir les anges’ – allows patrons to not only freely observe the artistry of female pleasure, but also contribute, using a switch that controls the intensity of the vibrator that constantly stimulates her.

This truly innovative piece not only captures the raw sensuality of femininity, it also explores the desires of those that observe it, exploring our nature to grant as well as deny pleasure. Restrained within the soundproofed room, this exhibit remains at the whim and mercy of human desire. 

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Image source from: Hegre-art

Wracked with the ever intoxicating cocktail of nervousness and excitement, she was shaking as they shackled her wrists and ankles, leaving her hanging in the restraints, spread and completely at the mercy of the facility. She had an idea of what kind of cruel delights they may have had in store for her, yet the anticipation of what was to come, even though she knew how pleasurable it should be, was still overwhelming.

The facility had quite the reputation for bringing girls to their limits of sexual endurance, which is why there was not only always a surge in demand for whatever new product they were unveiling, but also a surge in requests to be involved in the testing process.

It was clear that this new applicant was very nervous and somewhat apprehensive, yet the moment when the lead research analyst began smearing the latest chemical product over her, those shivers of nerves gave way to shivers of pure physical arousal. The lotion had been made to bring about the highest levels of female sexual arousal from merely making contact with the skin; they made sure to test it most thoroughly on this gorgeous guinea pig, smearing it all over her from neck to toe. It took less than 30 seconds before the girl was breathing heavily and moaning with the need for more stimulation, yet the researcher continued to apply it.

Even without any sexual stimulation, with only the faintest touches and strokes from having the oil applied, the girl’s heart was thumping as her body continued to burn more and more with need: somehow her pussy was twitching and convulsing even though they had barely just started. With every second, the heat within her rose until finally the application of the oil stopped. The unbearable need did not die down, the oil caused for the sensations to continuously intensify even as the analyst left the girl, hanging restrained and stewing in her maddening arousal. Only when the rest of them circled her did she realise that the application of the oil was merely the beginning of her teasing torment.

The research had been scheduled to last the duration of the day.

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Image source from: Ring Divas (girls of war 3)

I’m going to keep playing with you until my fingers are the only thing you are thinking about. Every motion, every sound and every desire – all starts and ends with these fingers pressing to that soft, slender slope.

It’s not about thinking how that tight little pussy might feel wrapped around other parts of me, it’s not about me getting turned on by your sounds and movements, it is solely about what these penetrations are making you feel. Every little bit of contact, whether a soft stroke, a slap or a thrust within, it is all designed to keep you anticipating the next motion. I’ll explore your body, letting you explore your desires.

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I will make you watch yourself. I want you to see everything – every expression – that I see when I am exploring your every little sensitivity. The little motion of your lips when I slide my finger along your clitoris, the little crinkle between your eyebrows as it slips inside, how your mouth parts as I thrust it back and forth. I want you to see what I see, if only to catch a glimpse into why I savour every little detail.

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There is nothing better than seeing, hearing and feeling someone’s pleasure as they bask in their desires. To be able to elicit such erotic responses, commanding them in such simple ways.

It’s not just about what is being done to that single part of your body, it’s the thought of someone else delighting in what it does to you entirely, taking such pleasure in your own reactions.

“Don’t you dare look away! I want you to keep your eyes pinned on yourself no matter how intense it gets. Watch yourself come.”

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At the mercy of their patient hands, she must not say a single word. She had passed all of the previous tests and trials, though this final one was always going to test her resolve the most in a completely different way.

There is always the possibility of being apprehended, therefore as a female warrior, they had to make sure she was completely prepared for whatever she might encounter in future. While she could defend herself in countless ways, there was always the fact that as a woman, her enemies may choose to focus their attentions on her femininity, to take advantage of the devastating responsiveness of her sexuality. To make sure that she was prepared for this, the final test called for her to prove her ability not to give in to the demands of her body, to control her responses.

She hadn’t been told how long the ordeal would last; it seemed as if their cruelly precise fingertips and palms became slower as time progressed, yet all she can do is try her hardest to stifle her agonising desire to give in, to cry out for more. 

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Dominating you with words alone – a phone call that makes hours feel like minutes.

The familiarity of your own touch with the commanding presence of another person sets you on fire. You slide your fingertips along your body imagining they were his, listening to every word, every order, as if he were in the room with you. With that presence you will push yourself more than you ever could alone. You masturbate to his voice, stopping and starting whenever told, wanting him to hear the longing, the need and the desperation in your voice, wanting to turn him on just as much with every moan and whimper, waiting for him to say the word… ‘Come!’

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On Display

“Please! Please! I’m begging you!!” 

Depending on what time you arrived, that plea could either have been a desperate cry for anyone to let her come, or a tortured scream for the orgasms to cease. 

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