"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."
Tag: cmnf
She had often mentioned to her boyfriend how she fantasised about playing with other women; never did she dream that her fantasy would be lived out unexpectedly on a spa break. She certainly noticed him having a lengthy chat with these two ladies over the weekend, though she wouldn’t have believed that they were discussing when would be the right opportunity to take her, strip her, and all have their way with her.
“If nobody hears us, we’ll have plenty of time alone with you here, so I’ve told these girls they can go extra slowly with you. I know it feels good, sweetheart, but we can’t afford to let you come in case anyone hears us in here. I know how loud you are.”
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.
You had heard of the service they offered, always curious of how a Sybian would feel, to straddle something so powerful and unforgiving. The prospect of being able to book a session with not only a Sybian but also having someone there to aid you was like a dream come true.
After booking it online, your heart was racing with excitement when the doorbell rang; an attractive man carrying both the Sybian vibrator and a large mirror had arrived. You realised what the mirror was for once you finally stripped and mounted the machine. Once he sat behind you and caressed your body while you gazed at yourself, you were ecstatic. It turned you on so much more to see yourself in such a state of ecstasy. Once you felt the immense power of the vibrations nestled deeply between your inner thighs, you were in heaven. Once his hands began to hold you firmly down, whispering that he’ll keep you held in place after every orgasm – even when you felt like you might not be able to take any more – you knew you were in for the ride of your life.
I want my mouth to be all that you can think about. The impression my tongue can make, to leave you enamoured of its ability to keep you quivering. The eroticism of how I can bring about so many sensations from such a small part of you, how such tiny actions can leave you breathless.
While my commanding lips entangle with your own most tender ones, communicating eroticism with such relentless desire, the intent always remains. I always want to be certain that the next time you see me, the next time you hear me, all you’ll be thinking about is my head nestled between your thighs.
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.
The soft, stuttered sound of cloth tearing as his fingers rip open her last garment, indicating that the photo shoot was over and that his true intent was to begin. He had piqued her curiosity by mentioning the vibrator, which he had himself created, yet when she asked him to show her, he had much more in mind.
He had told her to simply tell him to stop when she wanted him to, yet when his vibrator met her pussy, she gasped and swayed in shock at the power of it, speechless and engulfed in sudden arousal beyond expectation.
He held her tight, feeling such a delicate body in his arms, steadying her as if his life depended on it. Every shiver and surge of that feminine structure seemed to radiate through him. It seemed to be giving him strength. From what must have been mere seconds, he heard the music of her moans and utterances of joy fill the room; barely a minute had passed before she was shaking in her first orgasm. He relished in the ecstasy that his creation was eliciting from her. When her squeals of bliss turned to cries for it to stop, that it was too intense, he knew that it couldn’t end so soon.
He kept it pressed to her, holding her tight while those wonderful hips tried to twist free from his clutches. He was going to make sure she never forgot him, make sure that she always remembered the pleasure of this day, a pleasure that would never be rivalled. This vibrator in his clutches was going to make her come more than anybody else could, more than she herself would dare attempt. He knew that however much she screamed and begged, she would always dream about the sensations he had given her – she would always fantasise about the way he pushed her to the brinks of pleasure that she truly wanted but would never seek.
This wouldn’t be the last time she’d come back to him. The way he forced multiple orgasms from her with his vibrator was going to be what always kept her coming back for more, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
