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Waiting patiently
“Now then… You just wait patiently here. I know it is difficult, but you better not even try to move or alter that little device in any way. You are going to have to stay here and take that constant buzzing against your clit. There is no need to moan out like that! I know how intense it feels. That is why I left it on that irregular setting, it won’t let you orgasm, but it certainly will keep you feeling pretty close. I’ll be off for now. I don’t know how long I’ll be out, so I will leave this pornographic channel on to keep you entertained while I am gone”.
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‘Good girl’… the words you crave, those two words together that sets your body alight, that send a shiver down your gorgeously curved spine, tingling in pleasure.
‘Again’… that word which feels so loaded with cruelty, with torture, with utterly tormenting ecstasy.
Your fingers feel so trapped under the delicate confines of your panties; the anticipation seems to smother you. Will you finally get the orgasm you crave, or will you have to hold it back once more?
‘Hold it’… the two words that throw you into a new world of agonising bliss, making every muscle clench as you fight to keep that tidal wave of an orgasm bottled up inside you, waiting for how it will flood from you at any moment.
‘Come’… as it erupts from you, consuming you, constricting your body like a rope made of pure pleasure, ever-tightening, you lose every other thought. After those first crashing waves, you know that no matter how intense the sensations, how much your body quivers, it will not be the only time you hear that one word.
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Submitting to Your Desires
Every tender curve of your skin, the smoothness of your delicate body, the sweet softness of your sex, the way you moan with every surge of pleasure and cry out to the delicacy of every orgasm. It is as if every aspect of your sexuality threatens to consume you, the unyielding need to have your fantasies completely explored.
When you explore yourself alone, you stop yourself when it gets that bit too intense; as you slide your arms out and arch your back, you fantasise about what is to come, the thrill of allowing somebody else to push you further. The desire courses through you as you feel your wrists press together, waiting to be restrained, waiting to let the building passion inside you be released. There is a sense of freedom in allowing yourself to embrace new realms of stimulation. With every touch that feels too intense to bear and every orgasm that leaves you trembling in agonised ecstasy, there will be no way to stop anything… free to lose yourself in bliss.
You want to feel those hands being held back, feeling helpless – to have your sex explored beyond your limits and be pushed into heights of pleasure past your endurance. The thoughts alone seem to impact every inch of skin, your imagination echoing along your body, the trail of fingertips tracing along your chest and down your cleavage, across your breasts, slowly down between your thighs. The fingertips give way to palms caressing you, the palms give way to lips pressing to you, and the lips give way to a tongue tantalising you. Something within you seems to melt – anticipation has such a devastating effect.
Every morsel of you burns with a deep desire, the quickening beat of your heart and the intensifying pulse between your thighs. Your imagination is trapped within the writhing prison of your body. While your mind races with lust, a sense of weightlessness drifts over your skin, so beautifully designed to submit to the most intense of pleasures. You are free to give in to the experiences your mind craves.
Submit to your desires.
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Bathe
You hear the urges in your mind as if they are my whispered instructions.
You want to give in to that warm depth, to sink within the delights of your own body; the urge to bring yourself to orgasm right now overwhelms you. Your body glistens, so sleek, soft, and wet, imagining these hands soaping up every inch of your body, sliding down smoothly between your thighs.
You see those ripe, swollen, shining breasts, thinking how slippery and supple they would feel within my grasp. The thought of them being groped and fondled sends a surge through to the peaks of your nipples.
You hold off for as long as you can, until your body screams for a deeper touch. Keeping those fingers working slowly, slipping to your depths and back out, you caress the soft wet petals of your entrance. Giving in to your own desires, the thought of being finger-fucked intensely seems to possess your body, as if it were controlled by my own hands, drilling you relentlessly. The swish of water thumps through the room as the wet slaps of your fingers penetrating yourself pushes your body beyond the abyss of pleasure.
Your body trembles as you fantasize of your body as a victim of lust, fingers that would be curling inside you and feeling the wet silk of your quivering sex, not stopping or slowing down as you shake in the waves of an unyielding orgasm.
The picture floods your mind… a hand pressed to your chest, holding you back, the other between your thighs, fingering you with merciless intensity, fingers curled and pushing up within you to make sure every stroke against the rough little patch of your g-spot makes you scream out. As soon as you come back to reality, you will want to disappear back to the confines of pleasure just as fast.
Every time you look down between your thighs, you will know that sweet pussy is mine to command, every whispered instruction will set your mind alight.
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When you feel yourself trapped within my grasp, your arms held back within mine, your sight blocked by my palm, hearing nothing but my voice and your own breath, You know that your body is mine.
The world outside, the room itself, the ground beneath your very feet, it all disappears… all that exists is the feeling of my hands pressed to you and the thoughts of the pleasures to come.
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Reading My Message
You read the message back while your fingertips idly tease yourself, all with the command at the back of your mind to not let yourself come. All you can do is hope that one of these days, when that need is too much, that I’d knock on the door and be there to stop you from going over, perhaps even to give you what you need right now.
How I described exactly what I’d do to you, all while seeing you standing there in those images, you know that’s the outfit that turns me on the most. It makes me want to torment you so much.
Telling you the things I want to do to you while you masturbate. The little cuffs connecting your lingerie, a little reminder of how I want you restrained, helpless to my desires.
Your fingers stroll up and down your body, teasing your cleavage until you are nearly about to tear open the top in order to finally pinch your nipples. They then lead down to your inner thighs before brushing along your exposed tenderness, tantalizing yourself until you want to scream for permission to unzip your thong.
If only reading my words more would allow my descriptions, and my actions, to materialize. The things I’d do to you right now. To simply peel down the top and let my fingers circle around your nipples, feeling the longing of those stiff peaks pulsing through to my touch. To let my mouth settle against your mound in order to let my tongue caress those plump, delicate lips. You’ve seen my videos, of course, knowing exactly how long I enjoy being down there, so much time having your pussy at the mercy of my mouth. Keeping your fingers just sliding back and forth along your pussy lips gets more frustrating, wanting so much to simply settle on that little spot, to move just a little more inward and give yourself some relief. But no, not yet, not while you continue reading my messages. How your muscles tense as I described just how much I enjoy sucking those lips, feeling how soft and smooth they are, the eroticism of being so close to your treasured little spot.
Reading those words again sends a little shiver through you: ‘good girl’, describing once again how pleased I am with your outfit. Your free hand claws at the bed, reading the next part. Imagining just how long I’d keep you spread-eagle on the bed, devouring the exposed parts of your sex, describing the little flicks of my tongue, the joy of feeling your thighs clench around me to tell me each time just doing this gets you close.
Finally, you let yourself get to the edge, slipping your finger along the centre, unable to cope while thinking of me whispering the next lines to you. How I’d want to tease your pussy so much that when you unzip the thong, just the feeling of my breath against your clitoris would be enough to make you come. It’s harder than ever trying to hold back.
Edging yourself over and over again, letting those waves recede before letting them crash back over you, threatening to drown you in such ecstasy. Too much to handle, you stop, ragged breaths escaping you as your body continues to tense. Finally, your muscles relax a little once the threat of climax subsides. Your pussy screams for more.
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door. You do not need to call out to know who it is. Your eyes widen, realising that I won’t be here to give your pussy the relief it yearns for. Instead, I will simply start the torture all over again. All with the cruelty of having to feel my own body use every means of making you scream in need.
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