The moments when you realise, as you pull uselessly against the restraints, just how intense being forced to orgasm over and over again would be; realising that the more you fight it, the more rewarding it is to see you overcome by unendurable ecstasy. 

Unable to stop the constant vibration against your sex, unable to rock your hips to relieve some of the intensity, unable to see or say anything. You are simply locked within your own thoughts, thoughts solely of when the next orgasm will come, and whether you’ll be able to take another… even though there is little choice.

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“Now is the time to find out just why I wanted you to abstain from masturbating at all for 2 weeks – I wanted this gorgeous pussy to be so sensitive. I know how sensitive your clitoris usually is, so I can’t even imagine how it is going to feel once this torments that little cherry. These feathers are going to constantly spin against your clit for as long as I want, and I’m feeling cruel today…

Oh dear, it must be torture not being able to move away from these constantly whipping feathers. You can’t take it anymore? Don’t be silly, you’ve been telling me for the past 15 minutes that your clitoris is too tender, yet that hasn’t stopped you from coming so hard. No, I won’t be stopping quite so soon.”

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If you do well, you get rewarded; if you do badly, you get punished.

This was the simple, unwavering stance of the cheerleading team, yet still Sarah pleaded with all her heart for their forgiveness without having to endure what she feared. It had only been a simple matter of a misstep, yet on the field, in front of such a large audience, before the final game of the season, it was noticeable; ‘noticeable’ was more than reason enough to suffer the wraith of the team.

The coach and her two top cheerleaders always took much pleasure in giving the punishments, Sarah knew this all too well. The slightest mistake from any member would earn such cruel attention, yet Sarah seemed to be most regularly targeted by the coach and her chosen disciplinarians. 

Barely any time after the night was over and the game had finished, Sarah was summoned into a section of the changing room that the coach had set up just for these occasions. No time was wasted as they stripped her, telling her that she knew why she needed this, why the team needed this. The familiar feeling of leather cuffs were fasted to her wrists, to be held up by the coach, while her legs were kept spread by the spreader-bar. It had been the biggest game of the season, the final match, to make a mistake under such scrutiny was unforgivable; they were going to make her come until she could not stand.

Sarah was wise enough now to hold no protest, yet still the desire to close herself to such intense stimulation was overbearing – though no matter how much she tried, they kept her body spread open for their wicked delights. The vibrator made little work of her attempts to halt what she knew would come, the maw of tortured pleasure that would ensnare her and never let go. Even before the first orgasm, the sensitivity of her sex against the devastating pulsations was nearly unbearable; once the orgasm hit her with all its force, she was thrown into a descent of hellish pleasure. They held her tight, making sure to give not even a second of remorse. No matter how much she begged and told them she could not come anymore, they worked her back towards another. Sarah felt as if her own body was forging an alliance against her, cruelly making her endure each orgasm after the other, each more unendurable than the last. Throughout every shudder of her limbs, through the constant convulsing of her body, the coach and her fellow punishers gave no respite, keeping Sarah held open for the vibrator to continue until either she passed out or her body could no longer give them the orgasms which they so longed to always see.

Sarah knew they would not stop, no matter how much she screamed through every orgasm and the following over-stimulation which always cruelly led to another; they loved seeing her tortured with pleasure. This was a punishment she’d not forget any time soon. 

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All I want is to feel your legs twitch in the overriding uncertainty of whether you can really handle what I’m making you feel.

I want you to realise as many times as possible just how helpless those cuffs around your wrists and ankles render you. I want you to be picturing from behind the blindfold all of the things I’m going to do to that delicate, sensitive little place that my mouth is wreaking havoc upon, that my tongue is so tantalisingly exploring. I want your lips to soon tell me to stop, while your body writhes in the motion to ask for more. With your pussy so wet, quivering with desire and so invitingly aroused, I want to penetrate you and feel your limbs pull in vain to close around me in a bid to control the force that thrusts within you so intensely, fucking you with such ferocity and intent.

Exactly what I want, exactly what you crave… with you all to myself, I will devour you.

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In those most sensual recesses of your mind, you can escape into your deepest fantasies. Whether you wish to experience them in reality, or simply bathe in them through your imagination, you can let your desires to be touched, fondled and explored so intimately consume you as you gasp sweet syllables of intense stimulation.

Imagine yourself strapped and spread apart, your body felt by many hands eager to caress you. Imagine the way your legs would buckle as those fingers relentlessly rubbed against your delicate sex, feeling the heat from all those bodies surrounding you, each delighting in your moans and shudders of ecstasy. Imagine how you would not want them to stop, no matter how intense it became. Give in to your longings; the more you fantasise, the more vivid they become.

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They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.

It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.

She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction, they simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.

The feeling of those slender fingers exploring her, caressing her swollen jewel, made her shake in anticipation, feeling as if they knew her body better than any previous lover ever could. 

The first orgasm hit hard and fast, she was still swimming in the abyss of pleasure before realising that her legs were being tied; now even her own legs were under their control. The sensation of that initial hard penetration took her breath away, yet there was no place to cower or hide, she was open and at their mercy. No matter how much she shook, convulsed in orgasmic tidal waves and screamed out, they were not going to stop.

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