"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."
“Go ahead, try and move. I want you to suffer. I can see you want to move so bad, as if it would give you any relief at all, maybe you wouldn’t feel so helpless. The fact is, you ARE helpless, there is absolutely no escape for you, my dear. Go ahead, scream out again, scream for me to let you come.”
Continue readingHow erotic it is, to know that even with these clothes on, you can writhe in orgasmic bliss in the same way as if you were completely naked… just as helpless.
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The pulsing resonance of her screams sweeps the halls, all eyes fixed on the writhing beauty before the class. Her hips push and pull against the seat, and the words and murmurs around her linger like a haze, trapped in a fog of emotions. She knows better than to ask them to let her go or to not make her cum again, yet every fragment of her being screams out to do so.
If only she had not spoken out of turn, she’d be watching another in this position, being used as the pleasure puppet to motivate the rest of the class.
Another correct answer made her wince, knowing what was to come. As soon as the teacher congratulated the student, the class fell silent once more, drowning the girl in a sea of attention. Another question answered correctly, another orgasm… each becoming more punishing than the last.
Her body no longer felt simply her own. She wanted to disappear, to crawl into a black hole and never return. She’d give anything to simply just keep the blindfold on, to never see the faces that had all gazed upon her most intimate reactions.
Another question correct… another orgasm.
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She knows she cannot get away, that she is secured with no chance of escape. Yet she will try, she will strain against the rope.
Her body will twist and writhe, doing all it can to evade that constant vibration pressed so mercilessly to her sex.
What began as a simple flutter against her pussy has now become a tremor, one she cannot escape from, no matter how much she struggles.
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Today class, we will learn how sensitive the female sex organs can get after climax.
Continue reading”Fuck!!! P… please… oh God… OH GOD!”
”That’s it… take it! You wanted to come that bad? Then feel it over and over again.”
”N… No I… I swear, I didn’t… OH GOD!”
‘’Take it! Come again! Now!’’
”Please not again… I cant take it… I DIDN’T MASTURBATE OUT OF CLASS… I SWEAR!”
”Good girl… scream for us, let everyone in the college hear just what happens when you come without permission.”
”Fuck… oh fuck… PLEASE STOP.”
”It’s not going to stop, no matter how much you beg.”
Continue reading“Hold your hips still for one minute, and I will stop.”
Every time she fails, the harder it gets.
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Helplessly, all she could do was give in to the desires ceaselessly coursing through her body. Restrained and blindfolded, even the slightest touch from our fingertips sent a surge throughout. Never had her pleasure been so out of her own hands, to be so out of her own control.
We kept her on the edge for what felt like hours, never giving the mercy she pleaded for. Relentlessly tortured, as however much she screamed in pleasure, it was never enough to satisfy our desires.
As the wand pulled away, she begged for more until the moment that pulsing vibration settled between her legs once again, taking her breath away. Arching her back, tensing her body, hoping that this will be the moment… but again, her torment continued.
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