"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."
I always want to be clothed when I start playing with you. It is because I’m never thinking about how your body will make me feel; instead, I’m always thinking about what I can and will do to you and how I’ll make you feel.
I want you to feel my lust through every touch, for every caress to communicate my longing.
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It’s seeing that moment I love most, those few seconds where you cross that line of being unable to try and hold a conversation any longer, where your pleasure suddenly takes over all sense of conscious thought, that moment where the battle is lost.
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Wanting to feel you quiver around me while I command your most sensitive places… knowing that you want me to press just that bit harder, just that bit faster.
Every digit, every inch, every ounce of my body, all designed solely to overwhelm you with pleasure.
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Your fingers torment your delicacy at the whim of your imagination, never letting you give way to the orgasm you so desire. He returns to add to your torment, that stranger, that embodiment of male physicality, a hunger for your soft, tender, sensitive body. You feel her spread your pussy for his pulsating length, your body tensing in both your mind’s eye and in reality. Your fingers act out the cruel teasing, slipping part in and out, the tip of his cock penetrating you then pulling out just as your pussy lips quiver for more, your tight hole convulsing for the shaft that is not there. You wonder why you don’t allow yourself the release: the way your body shudders repeatedly on the brink, yearning for that sweet orgasmic eruption, yet still something within you keeps you locked within the confines of pleasure torture.
Over and over you slide in and out, feeling his cock tease you, feeling it slick with your own juices as it slips effortlessly back inside once again. You want to come so much you scream, the feeling of him thrusting in and out a few times is alone enough to nearly send you over the edge, yet still you stop yourself as his stiffness slips from within you once more.
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Above all else, I want to simply watch you come.
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It was her turn tonight to be taken in just the way she had heard the other girls be taken night after night. They were all there to experience the most intense of orgasms and to have him study their responses after various lengths of masturbation-free nights; they adored his dedication to the exploration of female pleasure.
This night was hers, time for the other girls to lie awake and try desperately to stem the desire for their fingertips to wander at the sounds of moans and screams of passion, the sounds of flesh against flesh. He, of course, knew how much they craved the touch, knowing that each time he played with them, the deepest secrets of their sexuality were being unravelled by him. His appetite to explore the boundaries of their pleasure simply grew more each time.
Tonight he was to do as he always did, to bring her to a place beyond pleasure, to tease her past the pinnacle of longing, knowing that she indulged in every second of it. His whispers were to melt her thoughts. His soft, slow touches were to turn her body to vapour at his fingertips.
“I know that soft, dripping wet pussy hasn’t been played with for so long. I know that when I expose that twitching little clitoris, you are going to be begging me to touch more. If you carry on being a good girl like you have been for the last few days, to restrain yourself from touching, to keep those sweet lips spread for my fingertips, to keep your hands away from the rest of your body and leave me solely to stimulate you, I will reward you by finger fucking you hard. Just think of how, if my fingers can do all that to you, how will it feel when soon my throbbing hard cock is pushing against that little entrance, ready to slide deep inside and fuck you hard”.
Tonight was her night to savour.
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The final day: after a full week of being massaged so sensually night after night without the relief of masturbation, she was trembling with arousal and anticipation as soon as she entered the class once more.
Just as the previous nights, the girl stripped in front of the waiting class of massage students before lying on the table. This time, however, the class remained standing around the table, watching as the massage instructor approached alone.
“Tonight, I will show you just how to bring a woman to the most intense of orgasms. Watch and learn”.
The instructor then began to massage the girl so delicately, so precisely, it instantly sent a shiver through her spine that seemed to spill out through her body in a hot flood of longing. With such intense, calculated precision, the instructor seemed to be able to make her writhe and tremble with merely the slightest of motions. After so many days of pent-up arousal, she was about ready to scream out for more, yet the instructor knew just how to bring her to the boil and keep her there. The slow, steady, yet constant circulation of stimulation was building up to a level of excitement that the girl had never experienced. The instructor seemed to know just when she was at the pinnacle, when to back off, to let her simmer, to work that little bit faster or apply a little more pressure. Very soon, the girl felt that familiar knot within her pelvis unravel, the tight knot inside her snapping harder than ever before – her orgasm seemed to tear through her body with a breath-taking intensity.
It took so long to come down from that unrivalled peak, the shocks of her orgasm made her body tremble. She was thankful that the instructor’s fingers kept working very slowly to prolong the pleasure without over-stimulating her, slowing down just at the right moments when she became a little too sensitive. She breathed heavily, her feelings of embarrassment rushing back at the knowledge of coming in front of an audience. The aftershocks kept her body shaking, a dreamlike state sweeping over her. It wasn’t until the instructor next spoke that her environment came back into focus.
“Now that you have all seen how it is done, time for you to each have a turn.”
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After a long session of teasing followed by the surge of orgasmic release, this subject is rewarded with a little tickling. An extended clip from a session focusing on tormenting her post-orgasmic body with the slightest touches of cruel fingertips.
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Nothing sends a surge through my cock more than when you tell me that you are going to come. No matter how much I need to come, no matter how tight my balls get and how much my cock throbs, I want to hear those words plenty more times before we are finished.
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To be forced to orgasm beyond her limits, a concept that she could not have comprehended, would become a reality, yet when she laid eyes on the website listing the services available, she wanted to jump into the experience with both feet.
Now she realised how naïve she had been not to tread cautiously, having envisioned simply a night of erotic stimulation and the constant stream of orgasms, the reality had surfaced; she was being engulfed in pleasure so intense it was torturing her beyond comprehension.
Unending and unwavering, trapped in a prison of ecstasy.
As expected, once she arrived at the hotel room she had chosen to carry out the session in, she was stripped and restrained instantly. Even as the ball gag was put in place to stop her screams from resounding throughout the hotel, all she could think about was the orgasms in store. It was only when the vibrator was strapped to her that she realised this could be more intense than expected; the way it clasped so tightly to her already wet pussy made her tingle at the thought of not being able to escape the vibrations.
As she had requested, the man who tied her did not interact with her. He simply made sure she was secured and helpless to stop the vibrator from working her body relentlessly. It was only after the first orgasm hit her hard and suddenly that she realised just how much of an effect having such unyielding vibrations against her post-orgasmic clitoris truly would be. Having thought that the sensations would rise and fall again and again, this was a shock; to feel the vibrations drill through her clitoris was too much to handle. Each climax afterwards seemed to hit harder than the last, no matter how much she tried to scream out and pull on the restraints, nothing would give in. Orgasm after orgasm torn from her body without mercy, this was what it was to truly be forced to orgasm.
This was the joyous torment that she had long fantasised about, never expecting it to become a reality, yet if she knew it would feel like this, never would she have selected the service to last for a full hour.
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