"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".
Category: Female Denial
Teasing and denial focused on females.
“Go ahead, try and move. I want you to suffer. I can see you want to move so bad, as if it would give you any relief at all, maybe you wouldn’t feel so helpless. The fact is, you ARE helpless, there is absolutely no escape for you, my dear. Go ahead, scream out again, scream for me to let you come.”
“I said fucking scream. Tell me who your body belongs to, then maybe I’ll give this soaking wet pussy just what it craves. Look me in the eyes and listen; it’s going to hurt by the time I’m done. It’s going to be so intense that you will want to pass out… but you won’t, you will take everything I give. Now… beg for it!”
“Good girl, keep going. Don’t you dare stop coming, you are my orgasm doll, my little toy. No I won’t move it off of your clitoris, I know just how sensitive your pussy is. Fucking come for me hard!”
“No, I will not stop. You were begging for this orgasm, now you are begging for it to stop? Look at me when I’m talking to you… If you ask me one more time to stop I’m going to turn it on high. Now… come again.”
A weekend all to herself, finally the chance to try out the PleasureTorture outcall service had presented itself. Having made the call and booked for the entire weekend, she started having second thoughts, though by this time, it was too late. As per the service she had chosen, there was no warning or introduction; as soon as the door was answered, she was stripped and tied. She was shaking, her heart pounding, yet even through wondering whether this was all a mistake, it somehow felt so perfect.
The first hour was pure bliss, not a word was spoken to her, all part of the package that had been chosen. Of course, after a couple of hours, the denial period would take its devastating effect; soon she’d be begging for an orgasm, begging for just a word or acknowledgement at all from the masked tormentor.
A weekend of orgasm denial and forced orgasms… once chosen, there is no going back. She had asked to be teased to the extreme, wordlessly brought to the brink until she was crying with need, then forced to endure orgasm after orgasm until the weekend was over. This was the service she asked for; it was the service she would undoubtedly receive.
The slow, deliberate trickle of oil against your bare skin sets your body and mind alight. So smooth and silky, you know that those warm palms can feel the stiffness of your nipples beneath them. Just like you were told, you keep your hands up above you, purring in anticipation for what is to come…
Never have you felt so wonderfully powerless, so completely helpless even without restraints. Fighting the burning desire to move, fighting to keep your arms above your head and your legs spread; both your body and mind in a state of submission.
“Your pussy juices are dripping down my cock, dripping down my balls.”
“FFFFUCK… PLEASE, I’m going to cum!”
“NO. Hold it.”
“Aaaaaa… Please, please, oh God.”
Over and over she rides him, sliding her dripping wet sex up and down, clenching so tightly around his impaled cock. Such powerful, unwavering stiffness filling her, drilling her to an orgasm she desperately tries to hold back, no matter how much her body screams for it to gush forth.
Time did not seem to exist anymore, all that existed in her world was the burning need within her sex, within her very core.
“P… Please… Pleeease… Oh God… Oh God… PLEASE!!!” she begged, to no reply.
She was wary about going back with them, but she had no idea this is what they had in store for her. The seduction had been fun, incredibly erotic, yet she was unaware that this was all part of their typical ploy. Once the three women had seduced her, had her all alone with them, they knew she was all theirs.
Naked and helpless, the teasing started slow, as always. A few times being brought to the edge was an unusual experience for their targets, such intense build up stirred things within them that they had never felt before. Taken playfully at first, it isn’t long until it turns to frustration… then to need… then to desperation.
They take it in turns, continuously and unrelentingly feasting on her sex, relishing in the helpless girl’s torture.
It never takes too long until the tears start to flow; it merely makes them lick, suck, fondle and tease even more.
They had learned many new incantations from the sex education classes, but this small group knew that there must be a genre of spells harvested from the dark arts to also try out… and so they were right.
The restricted area of the library was a treasure trove of wicked delights, though one book stood out, ‘The Darkest Arts – Sex Hexes Most Tormenting’. They were cautious at first, yet upon closer inspection they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with. They wanted to see them in action; they’d only be able to master them with plenty of practice.
It is like a human instinct, seeing this girl naked and helpless, wanting nothing more than to see her succumb to intolerable pleasures.
After weeks of denial, being edged continuously every waking hour, she is prepared for the auction. Her body will be surveyed and savoured, as countless men and women bid to win the delights of her body and relish in the orgasms she craves. However, the bidding will start much later, after every single one of them has a turn in bringing her to the edge of orgasm. A demonstration in what this delicate body has to offer.
By the time I let you come, you’ll realise that I didn’t keep denying you just because I enjoyed keeping you on the edge. You’ll realise that I really just want to keep hearing you beg and scream and moan. That’s why, even as you climax as hard as you are now, I still will not stop.
She thought he’d have let her cum by now, yet he has no intention of it. Feeling her hips sway up and down with the rhythm of his cruel tongue makes him want to push her way past her limits. He circles her clitoris for a minute; that slithering wet sensation tracing the very edges of her swollen button makes her scream and plead.
After the minute, he strokes it left and right over the tip of her throbbing clit 10 times, the way she shudders every time he makes contact with it gives him more reason to never stop this torturous cycle.
On and on he goes… a minute of circling before 10 whips of his patient tongue. She had prayed that he would have gotten tired by now, that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for so long.
Now all she can do is cry out for mercy. He simply smirks… another minute coming up.