No matter how much she begged and pleaded, she was nothing more than a plaything, a pleasure doll to use at their whim.


She had been able to read the two girls for a while, almost sensing the seductive glares they gave her. Yet her admission that she had fantasised about a lesbian experience pushed these two sultry eyed vixens to a new level of desire.


Something within her tried to stop herself from agreeing to the card game, knowing that they’d make sure she lost, knowing they’d use her forfeit as a way to take control of her, yet still she carried on.

If she had realised they were cheating, that it had all been carefully planned for them to beat her so easily, would she have stopped them? Would she have even wanted them to stop?

“You have to obey us for the rest of the weekend… we’re going to make you our little sex slave.”


The words caught fire within her, yet she did not run, did not hide away, did not protest; something long hidden away seemed to yearn for this, for these two girls to dominate her in a way she had never believed could become a reality.

That was a full week ago, since then they have teased and tormented her every single day, the prospect of granting her an orgasm keeping her constantly at their beck and call. Every day they took pictures of her in such states of need, always keeping her in the same position; knowing exactly what was to happen made it all the more unbearable. The craving within her kept her coming back for more, kept her from disobeying them, keeping herself denied of an orgasm every night, that swollen pussy dripping wet as soon as they came around to the house.

The girls undressed her every day so slowly it hurt, those soft touches and glancing fingernails across such delicate skin was too much to bear, yet this internal conflict was exactly what these two girls were after. They watched as time and again this seemingly sweet, innocent girl’s body shuddered with frustration as the panties were left on once more; sucking and nibbling every exposed inch of flesh before sliding the little vibrator in place. The moment it pressed to the girl’s soaking wet sensitivity, the squeal that filled the room made them smirk in triumph. They left it there and sat back to watch the display, to bathe in the delight.

It was pure torment; knowing that they were watching her, surveying the bucking of her hips and the arching of her back, made it more erotic than she could have ever imagined. These sensations drove her to maddening heights, though she dared not disobey, forced to keep her hands away from herself and from the vibrator. The girls would control the device at their whim, pushing her to the very edge, turning it down to hold her there until it was a writhing agony.

They knew every sensation, could almost feel the anguish it was giving, the torture of such constant denial, yet seeing this girl under their complete control was like nothing else. The whimpers, moans, screams and pleas for an orgasm that would not come kept them soaking wet.

“We’re going to masturbate now, just keep your hands away from your pussy and the vibe, and don’t you dare look down at us… just listen to the sounds of us enjoying you.”

The soft wet sounds of two girls masturbating to her, the tight panties trapping that unforgiving vibration against her, the sensations of total submission… it was all too much. Everything within her screamed out to let herself come, to give in to what her body ached for, yet no matter how much her thighs shook and her body trembled, she would remain their pleasure doll until they finally showed mercy.

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A weekend all to herself, finally the chance to try out the PleasureTorture outcall service had presented itself. Having made the call and booked for the entire weekend, she started having second thoughts, though by this time, it was too late. As per the service she had chosen, there was no warning or introduction; as soon as the door was answered, she was stripped and tied. She was shaking, her heart pounding, yet even through wondering whether this was all a mistake, it somehow felt so perfect.

The first hour was pure bliss, not a word was spoken to her, all part of the package that had been chosen. Of course, after a couple of hours, the denial period would take its devastating effect; soon she’d be begging for an orgasm, begging for just a word or acknowledgement at all from the masked tormentor.

A weekend of orgasm denial and forced orgasms… once chosen, there is no going back. She had asked to be teased to the extreme, wordlessly brought to the brink until she was crying with need, then forced to endure orgasm after orgasm until the weekend was over. This was the service she asked for; it was the service she would undoubtedly receive.

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Tantalise Yourself

An instructional tease aimed at giving a bit of an introduction to edging.

Follow the instructions and take the time to get accustomed to the sensations you can bring upon yourself. Indulge in being able to draw your pleasure out for as long as possible. All in order to make sure that any time you play with yourself, it is to explore your physical and mental desires to the fullest.

Soundgasm link (in case the audio file does not work correctly for you).

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A Tease

The slow, deliberate trickle of oil against your bare skin sets your body and mind alight. So smooth and silky, you know that those warm palms can feel the stiffness of your nipples beneath them. Just like you were told, you keep your hands up above you, purring in anticipation for what is to come…

Never have you felt so wonderfully powerless, so completely helpless even without restraints. Fighting the burning desire to move, fighting to keep your arms above your head and your legs spread; both your body and mind in a state of submission. 

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The Tease

It is time for you to immerse yourself in the pleasures you crave, to experience the sensations you most desire…

Carry out the actions as closely to the images as possible, if oil and toys are available to you, use them appropriately… though whether you have items on hand or not, all that matters is that you are immersed in pleasure.

You will not dare come until you are allowed to.

To edge is to feel yourself on the brink of orgasm, almost ready to climax, just a few strokes away from that sweet release. It is something you may feel often in this tease; you do not need to stop yourself edging, unless otherwise stated, just do not let yourself go over that edge.


https://freeonlinedice.com/ – You can use this as your dice for later, otherwise (if you cannot or do not wish to use the dice) simply carry out the actions as much as you can bear.

You will begin with only your tightest panties on, whatever you feel sexiest wearing, whatever would make your toes curl to envisage yourself being teased in (that would also feel nice covered in oil if you wish to use oil for the tease). If you are not already wearing only them… caress your body and feel every delicate slender curve for a minute and then remove a single piece of clothing… do this until you are left in only that single piece of lingerie.

Now that you are ready… lie back spread-eagle, with your legs spread out as if they were tied in place…

If you have any massage oil, trickle it along your cleavage.

The slow, deliberate trickle of oil against your bare skin sets your body and mind alight. So smooth and silky, you know that those warm palms can feel the stiffness of your nipples beneath them. Just like you were told, you keep your hands up above you, purring in anticipation for what is to come…

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“Good girl… now, again! Yes, I know it’s hard but the only way we will let you leave is if you follow the commands… good girl. You said you wanted to be pushed, now take it.

No, they didn’t type for you to stop… playing with your breasts won’t ease the need. Keep going, they all want you to hold it longer. It is no use begging, your need for release is to be savoured.

That’s it, keep it going, feel that pulsing wetness lingering between your thighs.

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One hour? Two hours?

How long had they tortured her like this?

Time did not seem to exist anymore, all that existed in her world was the burning need within her sex, within her very core.

“P… Please… Pleeease… Oh God… Oh God… PLEASE!!!” she begged, to no reply.

She was wary about going back with them, but she had no idea this is what they had in store for her. The seduction had been fun, incredibly erotic, yet she  was unaware that this was all part of their typical ploy. Once the three women had seduced her, had her all alone with them, they knew she was all theirs.

Naked and helpless, the teasing started slow, as always. A few times being brought to the edge was an unusual experience for their targets, such intense build up stirred things within them that they had never felt before. Taken playfully at first, it isn’t long until it turns to frustration… then to need… then to desperation. 

They take it in turns, continuously and unrelentingly feasting on her sex, relishing in the helpless girl’s torture.

It never takes too long until the tears start to flow; it merely makes them lick, suck, fondle and tease even more. 

She moans, she screams, she begs… 

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‘The Darkest Arts: Sex Hexes Most Tormenting.’

They had learned many new incantations from the sex education classes, but this small group knew that there must be a genre of spells harvested from the dark arts to also try out… and so they were right.

The restricted area of the library was a treasure trove of wicked delights, though one book stood out, ‘The Darkest Arts – Sex Hexes Most Tormenting’. They were cautious at first, yet upon closer inspection they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with. They wanted to see them in action; they’d only be able to master them with plenty of practice.

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“Stop.”

Your fingers pull away at the command, the twitching of your pussy begging for the final lingering touches which would pull you into the gorgeous abyss of orgasm.

“Again.”

The heat of your sex beckons once more; furiously you press your fingers against that sleek wetness, praying that mercy will be granted.

“Stop.”

You want to scream, want to beg, though you know better than that… knowing that if you do beg, any chance of an orgasm will be denied for so much longer.

“Again.”

Your hips buck in sweet agony, feeling the tickle of your juices slipping further down, hoping that the bucking of your hips will show just how much you need to come. Of course, you could not stop the gyration of your hips even if you tried; your body is a prisoner to the lust, a prisoner to those simple words…

You pray that you hear the command that may grant merciful release….

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It is like a human instinct, seeing this girl naked and helpless, wanting nothing more than to see her succumb to intolerable pleasures.

After weeks of denial, being edged continuously every waking hour, she is prepared for the auction. Her body will be surveyed and savoured, as countless men and women bid to win the delights of her body and relish in the orgasms she craves. However, the bidding will start much later, after every single one of them has a turn in bringing her to the edge of orgasm. A demonstration in what this delicate body has to offer.

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