"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".
Thank you to anyone who has supported through Patreon. Due to this, I’ve been able to update the website to a better host, allowing for more content to be posted (I was running out of space on the previous one -they didn’t allow as much GB used for uploading GIFs and images). So for everyone, expect higher quality, updated GIFs compared to some of the Tumblr posts (many of which I am still in the process of re-editing to make them look much better). A few of the posts that were put up on Patreon early will be getting posted here soon too.
I’m now able to create transcripts for the audio posts (some who are hearing impaired asked for more text based teases in particular), I have already posted a transcript for the original, 1st audio tease. Please do message me if you’d like to see the other older audio teases have the same work done to them.
The goal will be to also have some more professional pictures taken, something to look forward to in future.
There will be some more audio posts coming as well – though for now, expect the full version of the video ‘come for me intensely’ this weekend.
She knows how it feels, when you want to clamp your legs shut from climaxing so hard, afraid to open them, your legs still shaking. That is why she holds you tightly in her grasp, to keep you pinned in place. You won’t be stopping anything, you won’t be moving anywhere.
While she had trained for years to withstand all kinds of interrogation techniques, she was not prepared for this.
This wasn’t about finding out information, he could find out anything he wanted in mere seconds: this was simply about entertaining his own desires. After a while, she would be screaming out every secret of her organisation, telling them everything they wanted to know, begging for mercy, pleading for it to stop; he would savour every second of it.
Every time my finger slips up and down, it feels like it moves slower and slower, until finally – in your tortured arousal – your wetness lets it slip within you. Every silky fold sucking it in with need.
The future and the past all feel like a dreary haze, a liquid entity that would merely slip through her fingers, the only solidity is in the present: the longing, the torment, the unendurable present that consumes her.
Occasionally the instances that brought her here flash in her mind, an insignificant check-up with the doctor… that check-up which had stirred so much within. She had thought the prescription would be of little consequence, yet the constant arousal within her after taking it seemed to be too out of the ordinary to ignore. When she had brought it up with the doctor at subsequent visits, he simply gave her a short examination, one which involved him touching her more than she had a feeling was necessary; it was as if he could see her thoughts and had delved into those locked away fantasies. After the examination, he’d given her a stronger dose to take, unsurprisingly, it made her even hornier. The more she masturbated, the more the desire seemed to consume her. Day and night, sexual thoughts clouded her mind while the desire to touch lingered without respite. She couldn’t take it, she had to return. She did not even question it when she was made to change into a gown, as if she were to be staying for a long duration, nor did she question him requesting that she changed there in his office, the idea turned her on even more. All she wanted was for the sensations to die down, yet the thought of his eyes lingering on her made her melt inside, she tried to pretend that it was the prescription that had made her lust after this man even more.
In this moment, she is nothing but a helpless exhibition of lust.
The show had been a hit for the night, the audience all applauding at every expected moment, yet the erotic dancing and the simulated displays of passion were all merely a warm up for the main act.
After an evening of enjoyable yet light entertainment, the audience were anticipating what they had been truly waiting for, ready for the curtains to open once more for the final show.
Silence descended over the room as the curtains opened, revealing the nameless starlet, hanging helplessly and exposed to the female teaser standing beside her, ready to give the crowd what they wanted. A wet, tantalising heat seemed to radiate from the stage as the teaser wordlessly began her work.
The audience sat in silence, appreciating the beauty before them, each devouring the visual splendour, soothed with the delicious whimpers of arousal drifting through the room like the softest notes of music ever played. The starlet could not stop herself from whimpering and moaning with pleasure while the silence of the audience – locked in awed concentration – seemed to amplify the sound of every wet slap to her pussy. Every stroke and teasing touch made her shiver in need for more, yet she knew that the teaser was not here to give her such relief: the audience was here to see much more.
The teaser knew just when to hold back and just when to push a little further, just when to nibble the girl’s pussy lips and just when to push forward and suck on her clitoris hard. The only time the audience made any noise was when murmurs of appreciation spread amongst them once the starlet began to beg. This is exactly what the audience had come to see, desire at its rawest, at its purest, at its most intense.
On Patreon there is a poll which is open to all, just seeing if a sample clip of an upcoming full video is something you’d want to see. You can find the poll here (or feel free to simply message what you’d prefer on here).