Female Denial – Page 5 – PleasureTorture

“When I agreed that I wouldn’t let you orgasm for at least an hour after the first time you pleaded with me for it, I told you that I absolutely would not go back on my word. I don’t care how much you beg or what you offer to do. I’m going to make sure you last the entire duration. Besides, seeing as how you wore that little outfit for me, perhaps I’ll add another 30 minutes of denial just to make sure you get exactly what you want.”

Stimulant E9

“No sir, we managed to apprehend the reporter before she could expose our research. She had been snooping around quite often even though we had repeatedly tried to deter her. From the notes we confiscated, it seems like our exploration into the neural stimulation chemicals was what she had planned to share with her magazine. Not to worry though, we have some inside connections with the magazine, so they won’t be publishing anything even if she does go back on her promise.

“Yes, she is still in the facility for the time being. Our team are going to hold her there for a few days to give her a little experience in what she’ll be in for if she tries to cross us again. In fact, they’ve been looking for a fitting subject to test the stimulation gas on, so it has worked to our benefit. I think she’s certainly getting the message.

“No, no lasting harm at all, though I think she’ll want to do all she can to not feel it for any longer in future; currently, they are testing it on her for at least one more day, regardless of her pleas for mercy.

“Yes, I do think she’s learnt her lesson, though I’d wager that they just like watching her writhe and thrust her hips a little more; I hear that being chemically turned on, to the point of near climactic pleasure, without being able to touch or feel the physical sensation of direct sexual stimulation is near maddening.

“No, believe me sir, there is very little chance of her going elsewhere with the things she knows, from hearing her during the rest periods, hearing her begging and pleading over and over again to be touched and brought to orgasm, almost in tears with need, I would wager anything that she will not do a thing that could put her back in a similar position. I’ll go and check back in with them now, I look forward to seeing when they take the restraints away; the staff have told her that if she can keep her hands away from her breasts and below her waist while still being breathing in the stimulant for 30 minutes, they’ll let her masturbate herself to orgasm. I’m almost certain she’ll fail.”

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Whether one of her subjects or one of her customers, Madame Fleur’s slow, deliberate touches were always difficult to endure, though, with her students, she made sure they had to endure the most intensely erotic experience of their lives without faltering before she’d agree to take them under her wing. Her skills as a sensual, full-body masseuse were highly sought, with many wishing to undertake her teachings, though few ever were able to endure the torturous entry test, to prove their mental and physical control by remaining still as possible throughout her lengthy massage demonstration.

The way her hands cupped and caressed so delicately, knowing ever sensitive little spot to keep captive to her touch, it made it unbearable; an agonising pleasure that the masseuse knew how to manipulate and prolong as if time itself was under her command.

While her customers were always granted the release they came to her for within the hour, her potential students were never granted such mercy. For nearly 2 hours, they would always be kept teetering on that maddening brink. If they could last without begging for an orgasm or shifting position, she’d take them on as her apprentices, teaching the tantalising techniques of her erotic massages. Under her control, every second can feel like an hour.

To say she was suffering would be quite an understatement. Having agreed to participate in the drug trial, which promised to net her a tidy little sum of money for what seemed to be quite an erotic experience, she had no idea that it would become this torturous.

While she fully understood that a drug would be administered to entirely debilitate her, rendering her unable to move, she did not expect this level of stimulation. When they had told her that they wanted to test her levels of sexual response while under the drug, she thought they’d meant some light touching and fondling for a few minutes; now that she’d been here for over an hour, she realised just how wrong she was.

Trapped within the near motionless prison that was her own body, she was only able to moan; no matter how much she tried, she could not scream out and beg for them to stop torturing her pussy with stimulation. Repeatedly the woman in charge of administering the stimulation finger-fucked her dripping wet opening and massaged her pulsating clitoris without relenting for even a moment. It hadn’t taken long for the tormented girl to realise that the drug not only inhibited any motion, it also prevented her from being able to climax. The rushing tide of orgasm seemed to ceaselessly push against the barriers of her sexual need for release to no avail, just constantly building without respite, making her body and mind feel ready to explode, unable to cope nor control it.

The test would be over once the drug wore off, which would be when her orgasm could finally tear free from the shackles of her drug-induced denial. It would be an orgasm that, once it arrived, would be enough to make her pass out, though sadly for her, it would be nearly another hour of tortured longing before such wonderful, much needed release.

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“How is it that the girls give in so easily?”

“Well, the denial we put them through makes them want it so badly. Having an orgasm is all that is on their minds.”

“I still can’t imagine just not coming for a while would make someone that desperate enough to give up the chance to walk away with a grand in cash.”

“Trust me, being denied so many times really does work, especially when we promise to let them come after and not stop even after their first orgasm.”

“Hmmm, they must just be weak-willed.”

“How about we put you through what they experience and see how well you cope.”

She later regretted doubting the effects such need could have…

Auction

Every time it pulls away, the desperation feels one hundred times worse.

She thought she was prepared for the auction, ready to indulge in whatever the master who had the winning bid had prepared for her, ready for a few months of luxury and erotic servitude; she couldn’t wait.

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…

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The way your hips sway to these slow, teasing ministrations. You always want to feel so open, so exposed for me. It isn’t just the intensity of the sensations which keeps that prickling heat gliding along your body throughout. It is the simple knowledge that I’m going to keep you feeling this way, feeling yourself explored so calculatedly, for as long as possible. Not knowing exactly how long you will be kept this way keeps you constantly lost behind that blindfold, lost in a constantly rising tide of arousal.

Anticipation

I like keeping your lingerie on. It lets you understand that there’s so much more that you will feel. Such sweet anticipation.

How your hips rock for attention while my tongue merely flutters against those exposed little parts, so close yet so far. So much teasing along your pussy lips, all with the intent to keep you focused so much on that one little area that isn’t being touched yet. Then when my mouth finally presses firmly to your centre, you pull against the restraints in a mixture of delight and longing – the delight of the contact you have craved and the longing for just that little bit more.

I’m going to keep you like this for a while, the whole time making you wish that this little piece of fabric wasn’t shielding your delicacy from my lips.

Think of that mouth pressing to that soft, sensitive little wet slope. Let’s see if the anticipation alone is enough to make you come before the act itself.

Anticipation… the epitome of pleasure.

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