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A Model’s Desire

It was slower than she had expected, the fingertips merely teasing her instead of exploring her as quickly as she would have guessed, though at least the spell had worked.

Vicki had been masturbating as she looked at one of her most recent photos, lying on her back on the bed in the same manner, admiring how the light silhouetted her frame from the side as she arched seductively. Nearing her orgasm, she decided to try out the incantation she’d been taught. Vicki’s friend hadn’t expected any of the spells she had shown her to stick, not having studied them fully like she had. Yet, this one had been on Vicki’s mind for some time; she’d practised and practised in her mind and knew that even though she wasn’t a trained sorceress, it had to work. As she neared her moment, the thought of feeling many hands holding her down and fingerfucking her throughout her orgasm was so enticing.

Uttering the incantation and placing her hands flat on the bed, she waited to feel hands press between her thighs and bring her to orgasm. The fantasy of being able to feel the thoughts of everyone who had looked at her photo had overwhelmed her with lust.

Instead of instantly feeling fingers or even a phallus penetrating her, she endured several minutes of fingertips lightly touching all over her body. It was beyond frustrating, especially with how close she had gotten herself to coming, though she endured it, wanting to experience the full feast of the spell.

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The Angel Costume

“You’ve told us again and again that you were only dressing up as a sexy angel for Halloween. Continuing to scream it out again and again isn’t going to stop us from taking turns making you come in every manner possible. You’re in our domain now; Succubi and Incubi just can’t get enough of angels like yourself.”

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The Monster Costume

Jane tried with all of her might to communicate with the scientists, yet they acted like they didn’t understand her. All she was to them was a test subject. As much as she strained, screamed and pulled hard to get away, they continued their experimentation on her.

It felt like days had passed since she’d woken up here. Having been dressed as a sexy monster with fangs and horns, Jane found herself suddenly strapped down on an examination table, stripped of the little clothing she had worn for the Halloween party.

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The Playboy Bunny Costume

Evan and Fiona had hoped their outfits would titillate as much as possible. Fiona’s Playboy Bunny costume and her boyfriend’s skimpy butler attire had turned many heads, much to their joy.  Fiona’s corset bodysuit and black sheer stockings ensured that every curve of her body was accentuated magnificently. She felt incredibly sexy. Because Evan was wearing even less clothing than her – just a tiny thong, waist jacket and bowtie, she didn’t even feel self-conscious about her own skimpy outfit. It had been the perfect Halloween party: good company, plenty of fun and laughter, and a little arousing to see all of the sexy outfits on display.

It was once the pair returned home that things changed. They had already torn one another’s clothing away to unleash the pent-up arousal from the party. At some point during their sexual escapade, while they were hot and heavy and so close to fulfilling one another’s desires, they both were whisked away to another place. It was so instantaneous that as they looked around and realised they were no longer in their own bedroom, they were still in the middle of intercourse. Evan was still fully penetrating Fiona.

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The Schoolgirl Costume

It all seemed like some crazy, diabolical dream. Yet it happened. I know it happened. I felt it, every touch, every vivid sensation. I can almost still feel those palms, those fingers. I tried to wake up, tried to close my eyes and will myself back here in my bedroom.  It never worked. I was stuck in that classroom until every university student had their turn with me.

I knew it would be a classroom, though. The schoolgirl outfit I’d worn for the Halloween party sealed my fate, I’m sure. I was walking home, and as soon as everything went dark, I knew I’d wake up in a classroom.

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The Spy Costume

Another demand for the codeword. Another wrong answer. Another orgasm extracted from her convulsing body.

No matter how much she wept from the intense pleasure, no matter how much she pleaded with her captors that she wasn’t a spy and that it was just a costume, Harmony never received a moment of rest.

Since returning from the Halloween party and waking up to find herself in this strange lair, Harmony had been tortured with orgasms relentlessly while being asked for the codeword. Never in her darkest nightmares could she have imagined the warnings had been about waking up in this type of situation. Whatever concoction her captors had given her meant that not only was she horrifyingly sensitive to stimulation, but it also ensured there was no refractory period or desensitisation.

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The Pirate Costume

Savannah had given up screaming for help. Now, she only screamed out for mercy.

She had no idea how she had come to be on this ship, swaying to the rhythmic pull of the ocean waves as she remained the captive of these pirates. The last thing Savannah recalled was heading back from the Halloween party in her sexy pirate outfit. The next moment, she found herself tied to a chair, out at sea and surrounded by this pirate crew.  

Savannah had heard the news reports of strange disappearances and scenarios being acted out based on the costumes that the victims were wearing. Surely this couldn’t be it? Surely she must have been dreaming? The rope pressing around her wrists and ankles to secure her to the chair, along with the contact she felt as hands pressed all over her body, told her that this was no simple dream.

The female captain ignored Savannah’s questions while the crew pawed at her and fondled her.

“The lady of the hour! Welcome aboard, beautiful. Make yerself comfortable. Ye’ll be here a long, long time. Yer in for a rough ride, lass. It won’t be easy, not by a long shot. But if ye please me an’ the crew, ye might just live to see the sunrise.”

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Blindfold

Perhaps behind the blindfold, you imagine being on display, many surrounding you, so many hands and mouths teasing you as you sit helplessly.

Maybe you’re thinking of your latest fantasy while restrained, free within the confines of your mind to indulge in thoughts of being penetrated and explored so fiercely and thoroughly.

Feeling the restraints around your wrists and ankles, holding you in place, allows you to fantasise about being devoured while so confined. Fantasising about pulling on those cuffs while that mouth torments you so wonderfully, knowing it won’t stop no matter how much you strain and writhe.

You could even be thinking of being entirely untouched while others watch, simply basking in your exhibitionist fantasies as the same powerful vibration constantly chips away at your resolve. It is constantly just a little too much, yet you never want to give in. You never truly want it to stop, and the restraints help ensure you can’t out an end to it.

Or maybe you’re imagining being alone, no one else around, simply exploring yourself and letting the toy be the only thing between you and ecstasy. Your fantasies being fueled by the needs of your body, your need to traverse the heights of ecsatsy.

No matter what is running through your mind behind the blindfold, you’ll need to get used to the quivering, the orgasmic convulsion and the physicality of straining hard against those restraints while the vibrator stays in place. Regardless of what is on your mind, my goal is to compete with your imagination, and show you that me in reality wants to be far crueller to your pussy than whatever your imagination concocts.

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