"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."
That thin little barrier of fabric merely adds to the eroticism, knowing that it does nothing to stop the constant torment radiating through your sex. Even with it in place, it’s all just going to get more intense.
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“When I agreed that I wouldn’t let you orgasm for at least an hour after the first time you pleaded with me for it, I told you that I absolutely would not go back on my word. I don’t care how much you beg or what you offer to do. I’m going to make sure you last the entire duration. Besides, seeing as how you wore that little outfit for me, perhaps I’ll add another 30 minutes of denial just to make sure you get exactly what you want.”
Continue readingShe didn’t hold back from playing with herself before our meeting, so a little tease and denial was needed. Restrained, teased and then finally overstimulated with pleasure, these are segments of a session with various edits where necessary.
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Susan had explained to her colleague about her deepest desire one drunken night out. She’d forgotten all about it since then until, without warning, it happened; subjected to the whim of two women who were hungry for her screams of pleasure, wanting to take advantage of her while she was alone at work.
Her work colleague had used the female forced orgasm service before when she herself was alone in the office, fondly recalling how rough they were with her, the way they made her endure orgasms far beyond what she could handle. Even though she had expected to be dominated by the people she’d paid to force pleasure so intensely upon her, it was still a shock to have her own body in the control of other women; she knew that was exactly what Susan needed. Susan was unwittingly about to experience just how these women relished the sight of another woman submitting to their techniques. There would be nobody visiting the office again until the next morning… it would be a long night of orgasmic torture for Susan.
Continue reading“I hope you are enjoying watching this. Stay standing right there. It’ll be your turn shortly.”
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As of writing, the victim is still being treated and is in an exhausted state. So far, however, she has not been able to provide us with anything other than what we know from the gang’s own CCTV footage taken from their hideout.
The footage shows that they tormented the captive with a powerful vibrator in order to find out the whereabouts of one of their members who had gone missing. The fact that this victim has had, nor ever had, any knowledge or involvement with the gang or the ex-member in question suggests that they are unhinged and deluded. It is clear she knew nothing, yet they continued to press her further for information, meaning they are as sadistic as they are elusive.
No physical harm at all was dealt to the victim, though the onslaught of multiple forced orgasms, which were used to torture her brutally and relentlessly, means that the public needs to be notified of this threat before they can act again on another random target.
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How tormenting it must be to feel that intensity right there where you cannot take any more, your thighs trying to protect that little sex, succeeding only in trapping it further against yourself.
Try closing your legs all you want, there is no stopping it.
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If you do well, you get rewarded; if you do badly, you get punished.
This was the simple, unwavering stance of the cheerleading team, yet still, Sarah pleaded with all her heart for their forgiveness without having to endure what she feared. It had only been a simple matter of a misstep, yet on the field, in front of such a large audience, before the final game of the season, it was noticeable; ‘noticeable’ was more than reason enough to suffer the wraith of the team.
The coach and her two top cheerleaders always took much pleasure in giving the punishments. Sarah knew this all too well. The slightest mistake from any member would earn such cruel attention, yet Sarah seemed to be most regularly targeted by the coach and her chosen disciplinarians.
Barely any time after the night was over and the game had finished, Sarah was summoned into a section of the changing room that the coach had set up just for these occasions. No time was wasted as they stripped her, telling her that she knew why she needed this, why the team needed this. The familiar feeling leather cuffs were fastened to her wrists – to be held up by the coach while her legs were kept spread by the spreader bar. It had been the biggest game of the season, the final match, and to make a mistake under such scrutiny was unforgivable; they were going to make her come until she could not stand.
Sarah was wise enough now to hold no protest, yet still, the desire to close herself to such intense stimulation was overbearing – though no matter how much she tried, they kept her body spread open for their wicked delights. The vibrator made little work of her attempts to halt what she knew would come, the maw of tortured pleasure that would ensnare her and never let go. Even before the first orgasm, the sensitivity of her sex against the devastating pulsations was nearly unbearable; once the orgasm hit her with all its force, she was thrown into a descent of hellish pleasure. They held her tight, making sure to give not even a second of remorse. No matter how much she begged and told them she could not come anymore, they worked her back towards another. Sarah felt as if her own body was forging an alliance against her, cruelly making her endure each orgasm after the other, each more unendurable than the last. Throughout every shudder of her limbs, through the constant convulsing of her body, the coach and her fellow punishers gave no respite, keeping Sarah held open for the vibrator to continue until either she passed out or her body could no longer give them the orgasms which they so longed to always see.
Sarah knew they would not stop, no matter how much she screamed through every orgasm and the following over-stimulation, which always cruelly led to another; they loved seeing her tortured with pleasure. This was a punishment she’d not forget any time soon.
Continue reading PunishedEven when it is just the slightest morsel of fabric protecting your delicate sex, once it is removed, it feels like a new world of unbearably pleasurable stimulation. Once the vibrator buzzes against your now fully exposed, hyper-sensitive pussy, you feel a new dimension of defencelessness has been granted.
Continue readingI love seeing what I can do to you, the effect this all has on your body, the way your muscles tense and contract, and the internal and external reactions meeting as one. It makes me want to push you further.
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