Designed for Pleasure

Those brief moments while you lie there, hands tied, blindfolded, thinking back through the day and realizing how many people would have wanted you in this position. So many eyes lingering on you, undressing you with their gaze, fantasizing about penetrating you in so many ways, daydreaming about those gorgeous curves hidden behind the fabric concealing your frame.

If only they knew how many times you’d strolled past them, merely hours after having teased yourself relentlessly, brought yourself constantly to the brink of that orgasm. You wonder now and again if that’s what they see in the back of their minds when they greet you or smile at you, that girl writhing in agonizing ecstasy, hips bucking as those fingers explore such a dripping wet, quivering delicacy, breasts heaving as you arch in a glorious scream of orgasmic bliss.

Now, you’ll be theirs. You wonder what you’ll feel first, his fingertips making a path from your neck to your sex, perhaps her hands caressing the outline of your body and exploring every curve. Those fingers, those mouths, those tongues, all ready to trail down your body and tantalize every segment of your sensitive milky white skin. You wonder when they’ll strip you, knowing how much everyone loves the way your lingerie clings so tightly, the way it tempts them even more to strip you and expose you. So helpless. Perhaps you’ll have to wait until you were begging for them to do it, to tear them off and just sink their mouths around that desperate pussy.

Soon, you’ll hear the sounds, the buzzing of the vibrators, ready to push your body to the brink. The sounds of the men stroking their cocks, wanting to feel just how tight and silky smooth it is to be inside you. The wet sounds of tongues lapping against your clitoris, trapping it to devour and suck it mercilessly. All those sounds are like background noise to your own tireless moans and screams. You won’t escape it. They’ll do everything they’ve wanted to do to you ever since witnessing you. And once they do let you come, once they have tormented you enough and brought you to the edge until it has nearly driven you mad with need, you will be forced to come until you beg them to stop. They won’t.

Every inch of you is designed for pleasure. Every hand around you is designed to lavish it upon you.

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Ghostly Realty

She had tried for so long to sell the property, yet every time a buyer was on the knife edge, they backed out, leaving the residence in her hands yet again. After the situation repeated itself time and time again, she decided to finally look closely into the stories of it being haunted, which she had always laughed off.  After an entire day spent basking in the comfortable, luxurious mansion, there were no signs of any activity that could cause alarm. It was only when she decided to take a nap on the sumptuous leather Chesterfield that she’d experienced what so many before her had sensed.

Without even the slightest creek of the wood-panelled floor, the women materialised out of nowhere and weightlessly formed a circle around their sleeping prey. For so long they had driven others out of their dwelling in order to find those who would satisfy their appetite. To feast on the deepest of their prey’s fantasies, this one would prove to be a most fulfilling banquet.

First, they caressed her, their touches doing little to stir the slumbering female until their forms began to more physically manifest and present themselves upon her body. Once she awoke, she believed she was in a dream, able to notice the faintest transparency in the female forms around her while still in a daze. Only when they began to strip her did she realise it was reality, though it was too late. The whispers seemed to penetrate her mind, telling her that she was in no danger, that they merely wanted to satisfy her desires. Whether it was the way they touched her so tenderly, whether it was the fact that this was her innermost deepest fantasy, or whether they held some kind of power over her, she felt so calm and unfazed by the situation. Somewhere, there was a fear, a sense of unease, yet every time her mind tried to override her body’s passive state, the touches and caresses pulled her back within their grasp. Even when she tried to tear away from them just before she was stripped completely naked, the hands clasped around her and held her back in place, indicating that she could do nothing but give in; she knew then that she was theirs for the taking.

She wasn’t sure whether they could read her mind or her arousal, or whether they had merely done this so many times that they could play any mortal like an instrument, but every touch seemed to resonate more than what anyone had ever accomplished with her before. They teased and tantalised her with abandon until her hips rocked for something more. The female entities then took turns using the vibrator on her, continuously bringing her to the brink before backing off. However many times they had done this, they never grew tired of those beautiful moans, those delightful screams. Those sensations that they themselves could never feel again. It brought them a little respite to bring about such sensations that they could never forget. Trapped in a hell of longing, they would make sure to keep their prisoners in this state for as long as possible. To keep her in their snare of pleasure and to hear her constantly beg with need and then beg them to stop. All the while savouring those screams and moans of orgasmic anguish. The cycle continued; her body was pushed to the edge with the cruel agony of denial before being plunged into the abyss of forced orgasms.

She did not know which was worse, the need she felt when they kept her from coming or the torture of enduring that vibrator being pressed against her pulsating clitoris after she came again and again. Any time she tried to stop it, that inhuman grip held her in place and forced her to endure so much more. It was beyond too much, but she soon realised she would have to take it. Either she could give in and tell them to stop or withstand this constant barrage of torturous denial and forced orgasms, constantly keeping her locked in a cycle of begging for the other sensation to return until the end of the night. Even though it was too much, she did not want this living fantasy to end. Though she felt that even if she pleaded with them to stop, they would not grant her such mercy quite so soon into the evening.

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Just let your imagination take hold, and then you’ll feel them. Those hands, gliding, teasing, trailing, pinching, feeling them linger on those places your own want to press against. The gyration of your hips, the moans of your arousal, the stiffness of your nipples, the beating of your heart getting faster and faster; none of it is under your control. Those fingertips will draw it all from you and more. 

Take those most sensuous thoughts and exotic dreams, those most erotic fantasies and pleasurable desires, and turn them into your own little reality. 

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“Remember what you told us, ‘Please don’t stop making me come.’ We have had to remind you for the last fifteen minutes of this request. You can struggle as much as you like, but we’re going to keep our promise to you. When you stop coming, then we’ll know it’s time to stop. But for now, it doesn’t seem like you are anywhere close to that point.”

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Held Down and Teased Relentlessly

A little massage turned to an unplanned forced orgasm session. No restraints or cuffs. When she cannot take it any more, Ari Raven is held down to be made to withstand more forced orgasms. Featuring slow teasing, soft tipped brushes and a powerful vibrator, she is tormented with pleasure.

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Model: Ari Raven

Taken and Manhandled

They were waiting for her, ready to pounce as soon as she returned from work. She was surprised at how fast they were, catching her off guard. She should have expected it, but she really wasn’t too sure what she was expecting. She struggled against them playfully, wanting to get her moneys worth for the taken and manhandled premise that she had opted for. She’d always fantasised about such a situation, to have pleasure thrust upon her in such a way and to be forced to orgasm in ways she could never invoke upon herself. Through the Pleasure Torture Experiences website she’d found, she realised she could turn her needs into a reality.

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I know just how much this turns you on, being the centre of attention, with every eye lingering on your gorgeous naked body. The way others can watch you at your most intimate, at your most sensitive. There is something so erotic about coming so intensely in front of others just watching, not playing a part physically in your orgasm, but just gazing at your deepest moments of pleasure.

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