lingerie – PleasureTorture

Uncertainty (1/5)

It’s the uncertainty that gets you the most. Wondering whether this time, maybe this time, you’ll get to feel that orgasm. Just like how your own fingertips – your own control of the toy – still leave you unsure of just when; will you give yourself that mercy and let the orgasm overtake you, or will you keep going until your body gives out first, unable to hold it back?

The first time, just the slow and steady rise while your legs spread apart, exposing you. Perhaps your legs are pushed apart fiercely, letting you know just who is in charge, yet you keep them held like that, inviting the exploration. Maybe it’ll happen though, that little thought crossing your mind that an orgasm now would be the biggest shock. The surprise and urgency making it all the more intense. But no, not yet, of course. It pulls away. The first time is playful, teasing in the lightest sense of the word. After all, you aren’t begging yet. So much more time to feast on your pleasure…

Decisions

The little gasps of pleasure that you imagine him eliciting from you. All those delicate touches, those firm grasps, those tender strokes, your fingers trying to replicate each and every one. Repeating each scene you want to linger on, holding yourself on the edge as you try to keep every thought of penetration held in slow motion. Keeping yourself held back and on the brink of orgasm is the closest you can get to feeling that aching desire right against your core, the kind that only the anticipation of sex itself can give. Those thoughts of him masturbating you, of going down on you to prepare your pussy for his length, to feel his cock pulsating within your grasp as he whispers what he’ll do to you. It all keeps building that deep longing for penetration.

You don’t let yourself come, not yet, not while you can still focus on thinking of just what your pussy would be making him feel. How you can imagine the same sensations coursing through every throbbing inch of his shaft. In your mind, he makes you come so many times, yet still, your fingertips ease back to prevent the first. His mouth, his cock, his fingers… which will you come for first? You want to wait until the last moment – until it’s too much for your body to handle — before you decide… or at least your body decides for you.

The joy always lies in the thought of what is next.

Knowing that the vibrations will not yield, wondering how intense they’ll feel after the next few minutes.

Thinking of how you’ll possibly suffer through the next orgasm after how unbearably intense this one is.

Wondering just how sensitive your clitoris will get once the next wave of ecstasy threatens to drown you.

Aroused and terrified in near equal measure of how the device would feel if it pressed directly against your skin, without the barrier of the fabric slightly shielding it.

Curious when you might need to signal the safeword and whether the next orgasmic embrace will grip just that little too tightly. Questioning why feeling the restraints rendering you helpless makes the ordeal even more erotic, no matter how much you fight against them.

Continue to thrash and writhe and wonder; I’ll keep this right here and ensure that you find out very soon.

Futile.

Knowing the barrier of the fabric won’t let those fingers press right there.

Knowing those slender digits won’t apply enough pressure on your achingly in-need clit, or sink between your moist, swollen pussy lips.

Certain that you will not receive the friction you need or the intimate penetration that every inch of your body screams out for.

Certain that the pattern will continue, that those cruel, teasing fingertips will torment the gorgeously smooth mound of your femininity continuously.

Yet still, you thrust your hips up, rock your waist back and forth, as if it will make any difference. As if bucking and writhing will provide any relief or draw any mercy.

Utterly futile.

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It’s not what you feel is happening which is taking its toll on your body. It’s what you imagine is to come.

Just a single fingertip presses to that aching, wet little entrance, though the thought of the most teasing of tongues keeps you trapped. Moan out as you picture what will soon come, to feel those restraints holding you at my mercy while these merciless fingers wreak havoc upon your sensitive body. Just the thoughts alone keep your nipples so stiff, so ready for my lips to clasp around, to suck those sweet morsels with such delight. You do not dare let your fingertip sink any deeper, wanting to savour the moment my own sinks into you to feel that silky, convulsing depth. That material clinging to your hips will soon be gone, to leave you helpless for me, but not just yet; keep stroking to the thoughts of how my mouth will savour your pussy. You know just how much I love how swollen it gets when you are this turned on, the way my mouth sinks into you as those lips part for me.

Now stop and spread those legs for me; once these restraints are on, I’ll control every sensation your body can take. Now clear your mind and focus solely on your stiff little clitoris and nipples. Those delicate peaks of pure pleasure. Focus solely on them, how sensitive they are, how vulnerable they are. Now think of what I’m going to do to them…

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Submission by: Kalinhamari

Just for a moment, I want to be so close, close enough to almost feel what you feel, to sense the desire and anticipation, the longing. Just knowing how it’s going to feel in that exact same place, the sensations that will stem from right here.

Right now, at the height of eroticism, there is no you or I. There is simply just a single entity of pleasure. To freeze this moment indefinitely, if only it weren’t so unbearable to hold.

When things escalate, when the teasing becomes a little too much, sometimes you need to be reminded that you need to control your desires. I know you want these fingers to explore you. I know you want to be stripped and toyed with. Perhaps, if you’re a good girl, once we’ve taken a few photos, you’ll get a little of what you crave.

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His fingers tantalise you while his mouth presses to that most sensitive little part of your neck. Every time you masturbate, this is what you dream of feeling. Though it isn’t what you feel against your skin that has your hips rocking the most. Hearing him tell you how much he wants to be deep within that softness, how he’ll fuck every orgasm out of your body until you can no longer take it, how your pleasure is entirely in his control, that’s what has kept you so dripping wet in the place that his fingers threaten to penetrate.

A Toy To Be Played With

Ticked, teased and tormented with pleasure while helplessly restrained.

A video tease session involving orgasm denial and and a little post orgasm torture.

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Those fingers tease down towards your sex so tentatively, doing your best to stop yourself from working faster, imagining another’s fingertips tantalising you, savouring your thrusts of desire. Longingly you trail downwards, casting a line of attention directly towards where he would want to focus on. You imagine his intentions, yet just the thought of him getting ready to pounce on you sends a rush through your body. The thought of him spreading your legs and eating you out until you were a screaming, begging mess of pleasure.

You’ve edged yourself many times, yet for some reason, today feels so much harder, as if the tightness of your lingerie makes you so aware of the parts it covers, so aware of how much others would want to strip you right now, to masturbate you relentlessly, to pin you down and take turns denying you until you were writhing in need. The idea of them all waiting and anticipating clamping their mouths around and burying their tongues within your dripping wet pussy makes you quiver on the verge of orgasm.

Finally, as you back off and begin again, your thoughts turn to your current situation, alone in the room and indulging so much in your pleasures and fantasies. The way you can make your own body feel so much, how you so relish the way you can torment yourself, to push yourself to the brink of what your sex can handle. The thought of how your own fingertips can make you moan in such ecstasy makes you almost wish you weren’t so cruel to yourself, just so you could feel that orgasmic release right this second.

You know you can’t hold your orgasm back much longer. You are going to allow yourself to come very soon, though the question is simply what thought is going to be the one that you come to.

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Submission by: annabell-leigh