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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…

“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.

It Never Takes Long

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, but upon closer inspection, they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with, and knew that they just had to master them and see them in action.

“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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I and You

I stand here before you, watching you sway in the rhythm of your sexual longing. My words seem to still be echoing in your mind, telling you just how to masturbate yourself, making sure not to push you over the edge. I love thinking about how it must feel, to realise that if simply masturbating to the brink and stopping could feel so intense, intense enough to start begging me for mercy, just how will it feel for you once I take over. I’ve seen you at your most intimate, I know just how far I can push you.

“Again,” I command as you beg once more, taken to the limit of what your own touch can provide. Your waist bounces rapidly to the strum of your fingers, making my cock tense for a moment as I imagine what it would be like to feel you right now. To feel how your pussy must be convulsing after being nearly granted the climax that has been tantalising it for some time now. It takes all my willpower to not leap towards your tensing body, enticed by the little trail of your pussy juice which drips from your tender apex. Watching your arousal build to a visible trail of pleasure has kept me yearning to do so much more to you, but patience always yields the sweetest results.

She thought he’d have let her come by now, yet he had no intention of it. Feeling her hips sway up and down with the rhythm of his cruel tongue makes him want to push her way past her limits. He circles her clitoris for a minute; that slithering wet sensation tracing the very edges of her swollen button makes her scream and plead.

After a minute, he strokes it left and right over the tip of her throbbing clit ten times. The way she shudders every time he makes contact with it gives him more reason to never stop this torturous cycle.

On and on he goes… a minute of circling before ten whips of his patient tongue. She had prayed that he would have gotten tired by now, that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for so long.

Now all she can do is cry out for mercy. He simply smirks… another minute coming up.

It Started So Playfully…

It all started playfully enough, I hadn’t expected her to agree to be restrained, but all the teasing, all the sensuality of the moment, must have taken its toll.

They keep him held on the brink over and over, that constant pulsating sensation shoots through his body, threatening to bring him to his knees, to buckle to their whim. What started as a pleasurable bet, an erotic challenge, has become an exercise on his will. He tries desperately not to beg for them to let him come, to keep his hands behind him and withstand it until they tire, yet every ounce of willpower seems to be directed at simply not letting his legs give way.

They feel that swollen length twitch against their mouths, bringing warmth within from simply imagining how it must feel, to have these inches of your body licked and teased to the brink over and over again. It almost makes them shiver in pleasure at the thought. Their soft lips press along his throbbing manhood, delighting in the pulse of it against their tongues. It lets them know that even though it isn’t enough to push him into orgasm, it is enough to keep him praying for it.