girl girl – PleasureTorture

It doesn’t take much to render you so completely helpless. Just taking your hands out of the equation leaves you at my mercy. Taking your sight leaves you hoping for that same mercy.

With your defences, you could laze in contentment; without them, all you will know is pleasure. Just those two things out of the picture, and you are all mine. Focus on that for a moment… while these fingertips tease your intimacy… how easy it is to take complete command of your so deliriously sensitive body.

You think to yourself that it shouldn’t be so easy, but while the ecstasy courses through you, you are glad it is.

Don’t think that we didn’t notice how much louder you moaned when you saw me looking up at you when she was teasing your pussy. That moment when we locked eyes, just for a split second, let me know that there was no way you were going to hold out.

You’ve done well to stop yourself from begging us to make you come. Though now that her mouth is fiercely working your sweet treasure to a frenzy, I fear that it’ll be any moment now that you give in and ask us for release.

That’s it, keep looking down and watching your sex being devoured. Keep focusing on how her lips press seamlessly against your mound, as if she was always designed to be right there.

So close yet so far away to everything you desire. Your choice between a brief moment of relief and hours of torment, or a test of torment and a lifetime beyond your dreams…

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Maybe it will be today. When you are just seconds away from coming, wondering whether my fingertips will keep going or just halt right at that very moment.

Of course, that’s not what you’ve been thinking about all this time. What you’ve been thinking about, is whether you are restrained for me to just keep forcing you to come, or whether it’s to keep you helpless to me torturing you with denial. Let my fingers show you which one it is.

It turns me on so much to have such complete command over your body. How you have no control over what my fingertips and lips do to you, hoping that my tongue gives you just enough.

Though I do wonder, would me telling you that you aren’t going to come today make it easier to handle, or much, much harder?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel a little more merciful.

The majesty of ecstasy. Such beauty. To feel that wondrous synchrony between the body and mind, between fantasy and reality. The perfect balance between blissful relaxation and explosive rapture. It bursts forth into the world in a cluster of sounds, emotions and reactions that celebrates life itself. The very embodiment of joy.

All to be turned into a weapon against you. All to become a tool of torment for my own amusement. Just a simple device in my hand can be heaven and hell all at once for you.

The majesty of pleasure. Such cruelty. To feel that wondrous synchrony between between submission and mercy, between what you need and what you can take. The perfect balance between overwhelming ecstasy and torturous overstimulation.

Until you stop relishing me with those sounds, emotions and reactions, or until I hear that safeword, you know I’m not going to stop.

When you’re between my thighs, no matter how much I shiver, shake and clench, no matter how tightly I squeeze your head or how hard my hands push against you, do not stop doing exactly what you are doing to me.

It isn’t just the actions themselves that make me melt; it’s looking down and seeing you so entirely absorbed in what you’re doing, so entirely absorbed in my pleasure, that makes me never want to try and stop you, no matter how intense it becomes.

Your favourite little game. You are always pushing one another to the breaking point while trying your best to control it, to push those feelings down just a little deeper than her. You try so hard not to climax before her, but hearing those moans and feeling the gyrations and little trembles makes it much more intense.

Does knowing exactly how she is feeling make it easier? Or harder?

That burning pleasure rising constantly within you, the wetness around your fingers a signal of the orgasm you want to release; you need it to overcome her. Perhaps this time, when your thighs clench, and your moans turn to gasps, that’s when she’ll give in and come. If not, can you last another moment rocking on the edge?

No matter how hard you come, it’s never hard enough for them.

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As much as you might be telling me otherwise, right at this moment when the pleasure almost becomes painful, the real joy was knowing that when you let me tie you up, it meant that you knew for sure that I wasn’t going to stop.

“Just admit that you cheated on the test, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please… I… I didn’t… I swear…”

“It must be so hard to be kept on the edge like this, right? I can feel how much your pussy wants my fingers to stay inside, twitching all around them, trying to suck them in deeper.”

“Oh fuck… Please… Please…”

She knew the girl was telling the truth, but she was having far too much fun to stop now; her moans of denied pleasure were far too intoxicating to let go of.

Soon, the girl would be admitting to anything just to keep those fingers working her past the brink.

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