Female Denial – PleasureTorture

It Seemed Easy

It seemed easy enough. Just don’t ask them to make her come.

She had built the night up in her mind for many weeks before the event. The prospect of being able to play with so many couples and acquaintances whom she trusted had kept her up on many nights, playing with herself at the fantasies of exactly how they’d fuck her and how she’d be used on the night.

She’d been to the swingers nights many times before and made numerous friends. They all enjoyed just how sensitive she was and learned enough about her over the months to know it was better to take their time with her, as she became so incredibly sensitive after her initial orgasm. As often as she’d voiced her desire to experience multiple orgasms when she was in the moment, it always became too much to handle.

As the night commenced, she loved that everyone there was a familiar face. There were no awkward introductions or the necessity to feel people out and get to know them more. She was able to let her guard down instantly and simply focus on the sexual exploration in store.

The fiercest desires stem from the faintest contact.

We need the build up. We need the teasing. When pressing the Hitachi wand firmly against you and not moving it away, all of this will have been necessary.

The slow, steady teasing and pulling it away before you can truly get used to the vibrations. This is what helps keep you guessing what it’ll feel like when I truly focus on that one little sensitive place. All of this build-up helps ensure that when the vibrations are drilling through you, it feels far more intense than you anticipated. It’s all to make sure that the contrast between the soft start and the powerful ending takes your breath away.

By the time your hips are thrusting and swaying, I want to make sure that you couldn’t have imagined a level of pleasure so intense that you’d almost feel the need to escape from it.

After all, I’d never want you to think that I’m taking it easy on you.

The Language of Ecstasy

You need not speak any words.

The focus is on you, solely on your pleasure and your response to my touch.

To build you up and to bring you gently back down, always simmering, that constant heat of arousal.

Feeling those fingertips tantalise you, letting you know just how much I yearn to explore your intimacy. Just a taste for now though. Working you up to that pinnacle before lowering you, The urgency of being brought to the edge so quickly takes you by surprise, though it leaves you wanting so much more.

Now it is time to tease you. It’s not about teasing you with the thought of how good it will feel when you come, it’s about the slow building of pleasure and making you wonder just how much it can keep rising. Lavishing every detail of your body with the most minute touche. All to make you realise just how sensitive you are to the attention. Circling your nipples in the slowest and softest ways, not just to make you internally crave more, but to keep you acknowledging just how stiff those little peaks have become.

Every movement, every stroke and caress, all calculated to sweep the sensations throughout every inch of your body. All in a bid to make sure that it isn’t just your hips that rise and fall with need, it’s to make sure that every muscle in your body wants to contribute to rocking those hips with longing.

By the time I finally make you come, it’ll be at the point when your body has no other choice but to do so, but your mind wants to hold back in a bid to keep this lasting forever.

That is why words are not needed here, all I need listen to are for when your breath turns to a sigh, when your sigh turns to a moan. The language of ecstasy, wordless, yet I’ll hear every plea.

The 80s Costume

Surely just dressing in an 80s pop star fashion wouldn’t cause any concern. That’s what Mary had hoped, yet as soon as the Halloween party was over, as she was being driven home, everything changed.

Suddenly, it was as if everything had been paused. The driver was gone, yet everything around her was still in a blur, as if her surroundings had paused while in motion. Before Mary could try and make sense of what was happening, sounds began emanating from the prop headphones she was wearing. The whispers that flowed into her mind were accompanied by sounds of men and women in a state of ecstasy. Instantly, Mary was put into a state of warmth and contentment. Visions of sex and foreplay played in her thoughts as arousal quickly flooded throughout. The sounds, the whispers all describing each of Mary’s deep-seated fantasies, were like an erotic spell being cast on her.

The Ghost Costume

The ghost outfit that Linda had worn for the Halloween party had long been removed, yet she’d have given anything for them to have stripped her of her lingerie by now.

It had been hours. Hours of being teased by the faintest of touches. Hours of the softest, most delicate touches along every inch of her body.

The Nurse Costume

Grace couldn’t handle any more, yet there were no signs of them stopping.

She had worn her sexy nurse outfit for a few years now, having greatly enjoyed adding different styles of blood effects to nurse attire to give a deranged, scarier impression. This year, it had looked like an evil nurse from an insane asylum. Having gone with the same theme for years, she didn’t think there’d be any danger at all regarding the Halloween costume warnings.

When she woke up, having returned to her home from the Halloween party, she had found herself restrained to a hospital bed. Throughout the hours and hours of her ordeal, Grace was never once spoken. The doctors around her, who all seemed to glow in an almost ghostly manner, only talked amongst themselves. They spoke about her as if she were a patient and did not wish to address her directly.

For the first hour, she had wondered if they’d administered some kind of powerful aphrodisiac, as she was instantly more aroused than she’d ever been in her life. In the following hours, she did not care at all what was happening – all she cared about was the unfulfilled desire that burned through her like wildfire. As the hours passed, Grace wouldn’t even wonder why she never grew thirsty or needed any rest or sleep. All Grace wondered about for the hours and hours that passed was why she was brought to the edge repeatedly without any sign that the mercy of orgasm would be granted.

The Princess Costume

It was as if the mercenaries were a concoction of her deep desires. Every action they took seemed pulled directly from her fantasies.

Isabel had told her captors that she was only dressed in a Princess costume for Halloween. She even tried to play along, stating she’d give them anything in her kingdom if they let her go. Instead, they told her that the King and Queen of her rival kingdom had paid them each a princely sum to continue to torment her until they received word to stop.

At first, she was restrained against a chair, her legs wide open while only her tight-fitting white lingerie protected the last remnants of her modesty. They left her crown in place as if to mock her – a figure of royalty degraded to a whimpering wreck. With soft-tipped paintbrushes, they teased her thoroughly, making sure that no matter how often she wriggled her hips or pleaded for more, they never gave enough stimulation to topple her over into an orgasm.

“Sir! As the footage shows, the faction had caught and imprisoned our agent three days ago. Communication with her had ceased at approximately 1600 hours. The footage we have been receiving indicates that they have been continuing their interrogations as recently as ten minutes ago today. The footage has been coming in every thirty minutes. There seem to be thirty-minute intervals every ninety minutes, indicating breaks in their administration of torture, before they begin once again.”

“At what time did they begin torturing her?”

“When they captured her three days ago, the video footage we received indicates they began at 1700 hours, sir.

Currently, we are unable to pinpoint their location and have no further information.”

“Damn it. She’s truly on her own. God, have mercy on her. Has there been any change in the footage throughout the ordeal?”

“No, Sir. The same two women have been continuously tormenting our agent. It has been the same continuous process. They have been using vibrators to bring our agent to the edge of orgasm repeatedly, stopping every time she has been close. They appear to take it in turns; as soon as one of them has brought our agent to the edge of orgasm, they switch around.

Earlier footage shows our agent screaming out for us to find her. As the footage continued, it changed from her screaming for us to screaming out for anyone to help her to then screaming out for mercy from the assailants. However, nothing had changed their pattern or methods of torture throughout the three days.”

“What pattern?”

…And Repeat

…And again, you moan in need. That familiar, euphoric surge emanates from between your legs through your very core as the vibrator once again presses to you. The pleasure becomes addictive, constantly circulating as you fantasise about every time before, about how intense it had been.

The same scenarios in your imagination present themselves, yet they become a little more intense than last. The gentle touches become firmer caresses, and the soft strokes become harder pinches.

The look of the device itself adds to the tremors within you. It is so sleek yet powerful, designed solely to press against your intimacy and bring you to the heights of human pleasure. Made to elicit the most extreme joy and ensure you absolutely scream out in ecstasy. You press it harder to yourself, the pulsating vibrations drilling deeper. You remember how intense it was last time. As your hips buck and your legs shake, you wonder if this will be the same or even more extreme.