PleasureTorture – Page 14 – "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."

Desire

I always want to be clothed when I start playing with you. It is because I’m never thinking about how your body will make me feel; instead, I’m always thinking about what I can and will do to you and how I’ll make you feel.

I want you to feel my lust through every touch, for every caress to communicate my longing.

It’s all about giving you the pleasure I would want to feel.

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Indulge

No matter what your deepest desires are, let your private moments of pleasure take you on the most intense of journeys.

Indulge in your wildest fantasies, safe in the knowledge that those little moments of joy are yours and yours alone.

Explore yourself to your fullest, bask in the eroticism, and make it last.

It’s that single moment I want to see, the moment your orgasm is signalled through your eyes. That fleeting second of desperation as you try to look at me, as if you are trying to tell me that the pleasure you are a breath away from feeling is going to be too much to handle if my fingers keep going like this. That moment just after when your body climaxes, but your mind has that millisecond of control, how I can see it in your eyes, trying to focus then suddenly being overcome.

Symphony of Pleasure

An erotic audio mixing together erotic instructions, imagery, and sensual background sounds. Let yourself bask in their pleasure as you fantasize about becoming part of the scene unfolding before you.

Soundgasm link

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When that pleasure is taken out of your hands, that is when you can truly bask in it.

You never need to conceal your desires. Bask in them. Feast on them. Fuel them with every touch.

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I just want to sink my lips into your soft, wet, tender pussy without you having any way to stop me.

She wanted to experience the most intense desire possible, to be utterly tortured with pleasure; she was going to get it. Restrained entirely to lock her into this prison of ecstasy, she could only shudder and writhe in response to the constant vibration radiating throughout her sex. The tape over her eyes kept her focused solely on the sounds of the earphones, the continuous sounds of pleasure, which further added to the torment. All she could do was picture the source of such sounds; women masturbating to long desired orgasms, men thrusting themselves deep into those hot wet little pussies until the soft slapping sounds of hard penetration unleashed their longings.

The tape over her mouth, however, made the ordeal much crueller. While she could not plead or beg, even her moans were to be locked away. Any time she moaned or made any sound of pleasure, the vibrator was taken away just enough for the welling orgasm to recede before being placed back on her frustrated pussy. Being completely unaware of her surroundings and shielded from the external sounds due to the tape and the earphones, keeping herself in check was even harder, causing the occasional whimper of pleasure to spill forth. This, of course, meant her orgasm was itself prevented from spilling forth. Being so sensitive to the intensity of the vibrator, made even more fierce by the unspeakably erotic situation with which she was helplessly captive, the cycle seemed to never end. Finally, she had experienced the pleasure she had so yearned for, to be brought to the pinnacle of what she could handle, the utmost frustration of edging and denial. Though now she could not speak out or scream that it was too much, that she’d reached her limit, she was forced to endure it for so much longer than she ever thought possible.