Lesbian – PleasureTorture

It doesn’t take much to render you so completely helpless. Just taking your hands out of the equation leaves you at my mercy. Taking your sight leaves you hoping for that same mercy.

With your defences, you could laze in contentment; without them, all you will know is pleasure. Just those two things out of the picture, and you are all mine. Focus on that for a moment… while these fingertips tease your intimacy… how easy it is to take complete command of your so deliriously sensitive body.

You think to yourself that it shouldn’t be so easy, but while the ecstasy courses through you, you are glad it is.

Halloween Dreams: Margaret

That’s it Margaret, take it.

You fantasised so much about us fulfilling your desires. Those deep longings to experience what it’d be like with other women, those who know exactly what these sensations feel like.

In this dream, you can sink back and simply give in. Don’t worry, you won’t pass out no matter how many times we make you come. That’s it, let me press my lips to yours, let me feed on your pleasure once again.

I want to feel you moan so deeply into my mouth with every climax. Her fingers won’t stop relentlessly working you over. I promise.

Coven

Good girl. Keep still.

A little self control now will go a long way for later. After all, we’re all going to be taking a turn. We want to see how you cope with the need, the flaming desire building up inside you. We want to be sure that you can take it.

After all, your orgasm needs to be earned. There’s no chance of it without every one of us giving our approval. This is what you wanted; you know of the delights we can provide. You came to us fully prepared to give yourself over for a chance to sample the joys you have heard about. Yet, is this already perhaps a little much for you?

Is your body perhaps betraying you so soon? I think you weren’t quite ready for how much it would arouse you to be watched like this, to be so on display, to be at the center – a feast for us to each savour.

Oh yes! That’s it! You’re so fucking close for us, aren’t you?

We can feel how much you need it, how everything within you is tensing up as if your body is preparing itself to explode in ecstasy. Watching us looking so intently at you has constantly kept you utterly squirming in arousal.

Don’t think that we didn’t notice how much louder you moaned when you saw me looking up at you when she was teasing your pussy. That moment when we locked eyes, just for a split second, let me know that there was no way you were going to hold out.

You’ve done well to stop yourself from begging us to make you come. Though now that her mouth is fiercely working your sweet treasure to a frenzy, I fear that it’ll be any moment now that you give in and ask us for release.

That’s it, keep looking down and watching your sex being devoured. Keep focusing on how her lips press seamlessly against your mound, as if she was always designed to be right there.

So close yet so far away to everything you desire. Your choice between a brief moment of relief and hours of torment, or a test of torment and a lifetime beyond your dreams…

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It hasn’t been that long. You seem to be trying to concentrate awfully hard. Are you trying really hard to not erupt in ecstasy so soon? Or are you perhaps just focused very hard on how her mouth feels against your delicate pussy?

How does it feel being completely naked in front of us, having your intimacy be eaten out before our very eyes?

Good girl. Keep still.

Maybe it will be today. When you are just seconds away from coming, wondering whether my fingertips will keep going or just halt right at that very moment.

Of course, that’s not what you’ve been thinking about all this time. What you’ve been thinking about, is whether you are restrained for me to just keep forcing you to come, or whether it’s to keep you helpless to me torturing you with denial. Let my fingers show you which one it is.

It turns me on so much to have such complete command over your body. How you have no control over what my fingertips and lips do to you, hoping that my tongue gives you just enough.

Though I do wonder, would me telling you that you aren’t going to come today make it easier to handle, or much, much harder?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel a little more merciful.

The majesty of ecstasy. Such beauty. To feel that wondrous synchrony between the body and mind, between fantasy and reality. The perfect balance between blissful relaxation and explosive rapture. It bursts forth into the world in a cluster of sounds, emotions and reactions that celebrates life itself. The very embodiment of joy.

All to be turned into a weapon against you. All to become a tool of torment for my own amusement. Just a simple device in my hand can be heaven and hell all at once for you.

The majesty of pleasure. Such cruelty. To feel that wondrous synchrony between between submission and mercy, between what you need and what you can take. The perfect balance between overwhelming ecstasy and torturous overstimulation.

Until you stop relishing me with those sounds, emotions and reactions, or until I hear that safeword, you know I’m not going to stop.

Category: Lesbian

Halloween Dreams: Margaret

Coven

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