As Olivia ventured deeper into the haunted house, she noticed that it seemed to start brimming with plant-life, gorgeous flowers that seemed to breathe a new lease of life into what had been such a dark, claustrophobic setting. It was only when she entered a large, garden-like open space that she realised that she had unknowingly been separated from her friends. Before she had time to call back out to them, a group dressed as zombies sprang forth from the surrounding foliage and apprehended her. She had no time to react or even cry out for help as she was stripped naked and thrust onto a table at the centre of the thriving garden. The moment she was held down on it, she realised that the garden itself wasn’t simply a prop, it was pulsating with life; the greenery seemed to undulate as if breathing in and out. The movement above, with the rhythmic churning of branches and petals, almost hypnotised the naked girl for a moment, though the realisation that the hands were no longer what kept her held down brought her back to reality.Continue reading Haunted House (Olivia)
She lies there, hoping and praying that tonight will be any different, yet it is always the same. Time after time the whispers drift throughout the room; soft as feathers, yet the effects strike like talons. Every night they tell her to open herself to the whims of that which cannot be seen, yet the touches are unmistakable.
No matter how much she questions the beings or speaks to them, no answers are given except for the same orders, to keep spread-eagled and motionless. Whatever these bodiless entities were, their power over the girl was beyond human comprehension. They would tease her body in ways no mortal could manage, though this is where the girl’s torment truly took hold. While they always ordered her to remain in the position, the delights wrought on her were always too much to endure; they kept bringing her to the edge of orgasm in ways her mind could not fathom, in ways which finally made her give in before they granted her the orgasm she craved. As soon as she moved, the beings vanished, leaving her wanting. The cruelty was that they always left her stuck in this state, making sure that she could not orgasm even under her own manipulations, sealing her orgasm off until they returned the next night… and the next… and the next.
She has lost count how many nights it has been, yet still they take no heed to her begging and whimpering; they simply give the one single order and continue their work. No matter what she wears, the cloth is no barrier to them, it is as if her skin were moving and teasing itself. It has always been the same since the beginning, they always work so painfully slow, spreading warm sensations all over her body, yet when the attention hones onto her clitoris and nipples, she loses it.
Tonight her silken black underwear is no defence as usual; they assault her body with constant lingering touches. No matter how much she mentally prepares herself, her every nerve reacts to what feels like hundreds of fingertips darting between her thighs to seduce the wetness within. No matter how hard she clenches her fingers and how much she tenses every muscle in retaliation, her body is always overcome with horrifying ease.
She tries once again with all of her might to hold her composure, to not give in, to finally last until the sweet kiss of orgasm is granted; yet each day of being denied has taken its toll more and more, making the following day even harder still. Frustrated cries of desperation fill the room as her body arches, clutching at the bed in need; she knows it is helpless, left to experience another 24 hours coping with the build-up of unreleased arousal.
She will have to go through it all over again. She prays that tomorrow night will be yield what she wishes for most.Continue reading Hoping and Praying…
I want to play a game…
You have sought out the delights of penetration at so much cost. Passing by so many opportunities for true pleasure for the sake of that quick fix. How many times you overlooked those such as I who could have provided you a night of pleasure beyond your dreams for the easy catch. I have watched you leave those clubs with the same carbon copy reveller over and over again, only to complain about such lack of satisfaction. Now you will learn what it is to find your own satisfaction, something much deeper.
I have coated your sex with a powerful aphrodisiac which causes an insatiable longing: that torturous arousal will not fade for quite some time. If you can last until the time is up without succumbing to the need to slide that glass dildo inside yourself, you will be free. If, however, you let it slip into you, or if you stop sliding it against your womanhood, or if you even allow yourself to come, you lose. If you fail, you will be fully restrained to that table and suffer an entire hour of ruined orgasms.
How long do you have to last before you are free? That is something you’ll just have to patiently find out. Good luck, the time starts now.
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A whimper of pleasure… a smouldering scream of longing. Every ounce of her despair, her sexual torment, resonates throughout the room, sounds which never penetrate through the mystically sound-proofed room.
Her hips remain held up by an unseen yet powerful grasp, keeping her so vulnerably on her front, completely exposed. Any time she moves her hands anywhere below her neckline, they are quickly pulled back up. She cannot see her tormentors, nor can she hear them, every plea and scream seems to fall on deaf ears as they continue to manhandle her like a doll. No matter how much she tries in vain to free herself, to move away, they hold her steady in the position they delight in, leaving her to simply rock her hips in dire need.
It feels like hours have passed, yet they show no signs of stopping. Over and over she is brought to the brink of orgasm by the merciless forces around her, showing no sympathy as she constantly begs to be made to come. At first she had tried to fight the ghostly advances, yet it took them little time to strip her, to ravish her, leaving her with solely the animalistic need brought to the surface.
Countless touches linger on her exposed flower, teasing her to the edge before the sensation of hundreds of tiny tongues encasing her peeled back, exposed clitoris makes her scream. Hundreds of flickers to her throbbing, aching jewel keeps her on the edge for longer than even the cruellest of fantasies could imagine.
No matter how much she screams out for the merciful release of orgasm, or how many tears of pleasure soaked agony line her flushed red cheeks, they do not relent. While they continue to edge her over and over, they are not gentle; sucking her clitoris so hard, exploring her sex so deeply, yet no matter how roughly they feast on her, they always keep her teetering on the brink.
Whether bringing her to the closest possible peak of climax repeatedly without rest, or holding her on the edge for longer than humanly possible, they never change their pattern or slow down, keeping her juices running down her thighs and dripping onto the bed.
Even through the sensations neither her mind nor body can comprehend or handle, the sweet relief of passing out is not granted. While she cries out, screams, begs and writhes her sweat coated body, they continue unhindered, not allowing for the inferno to ever dwindle.
This hell will be endured for as long as the entities wish, and they are in no rush. They have all the time in the world to deliver their sweet anguish… the anguish of being tortured by silent, invisible entities which cannot be touched nor pleaded with.
They have merely just begun.
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He told her that he would bring her to the pinnacle of orgasm for at least an hour. The sensation was unlike anything; she simply giggled at first, unsure how to react to such sensations. After a while, she began to realise that this burning need would not simply fade, but by that time it was too late to stop…
As the second hour of denial passed, her giggles became desperate cries for release… cries for an orgasm that would not come. If only she knew how it felt to be trapped in this torment for so long before she agreed to it.
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Time had lost all importance: not a moment had passed where his shaft had not felt the soft, wet, teasing sensations of a tongue sliding up and down, flicking against his manhood continuously. He wanted nothing more than for them to just keep wrapping those gorgeous lips around him, to grant the mercy of a more physically impacting pleasure; the two knew this and it fueled their desires even more.
They gazed sensually at the object of their lust, relishing the sensation of his throbbing cock against their tongues, knowing exactly when to slow down, to prolong the joy. They could feel the fast beat of his heart pulsing through his shaft, twitching in the rhythm of his sexual exertion.
The fluttering of their lapping tongues drove him wild, yet for what must have been hours, the sensations had cruelly not been enough to tip him over the edge, keeping him locked in a perpetual state of pleasure. One of the girls kept a hand tightly around the base of his shaft, feeling every surge that pumped through his cock, knowing just when the pinnacle was near. It constantly pulsed and she knows there was no denying it any longer. Never had his cock felt so erect, so full and so complete. Their tongues continued to work him, not changing even as his ecstasy erupted. Every inch of him seized as pleasure overcame him, every minute they had kept him locked in this arousal now climaxing in one moment. Having been teased for so long with such little flickers of sensation, even those minute touches were finally enough to at last topple him over into orgasm. As long as he stayed erect though, they would continue to carry on just as before.
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She takes her time, bringing them to the edge repeatedly one after the other, moving on to the next and back again. Their throbbing cocks pulsate with need as she wonders who will be the last to give in.
The three of them must stay hard throughout while holding back the orgasm which constantly surges through that twitching shaft. The hardest part is looking into those hungry, lustful eyes of hers, knowing that if they manage to outlast the other two, the prize of fucking her will be theirs. The thought of penetrating her tight, wet pussy makes it even more unbearable.
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How much erotic torment can you withstand?
An interactive, flash based tease for females which requires only your imagination and fingertips (or perhaps someone else’s). If toys are available however, use them for the relevant parts dictated by the scenarios (such as a massage wand vibrator and a dildo). The game requires Adobe flash. Simply follow the instructions in order to progress to the next room. With each room comes more teasing, denial and edging.
The end of the tease gives a chance to climax as well as an option for those who are not allowed or do not wish to.
Due to the difficulty and length of the tease, it may be necessary for some to complete it in sections (there are 5 sections or ‘rooms’ in relation to the tease, in total), though do not give in and orgasm until permission is granted. If you climax before you are granted it, either denying yourself an orgasm for 5 days afterwards, or alternatively, giving yourself 3 ruined orgasms in a row at the next opportunity, will be sufficient punishment.
“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.”
“I said fucking scream. Tell me who your body belongs to, then maybe I’ll give this soaking wet pussy just what it craves. Look me in the eyes and listen; it’s going to hurt by the time I’m done. It’s going to be so intense that you will want to pass out… but you won’t, you will take everything I give. Now… beg for it!”
“Good girl, keep going. Don’t you dare stop coming, you are my orgasm doll, my little toy. No I won’t move it off of your clitoris, I know just how sensitive your pussy is. Fucking come for me hard!”
“No, I will not stop. You were begging for this orgasm, now you are begging for it to stop? Look at me when I’m talking to you… If you ask me one more time to stop I’m going to turn it on high. Now… come again.”
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It is time for you to immerse yourself in the pleasures you crave, to experience the sensations you most desire…
Carry out the actions as closely to the images as possible, if oil and toys are available to you, use them appropriately… though whether you have items on hand or not, all that matters is that you are immersed in pleasure.
You will not dare come until you are allowed to.
To edge is to feel yourself on the brink of orgasm, almost ready to climax, just a few strokes away from that sweet release. It is something you may feel often in this tease; you do not need to stop yourself edging, unless otherwise stated, just do not let yourself go over that edge.
https://freeonlinedice.com/ – You can use this as your dice for later, otherwise (if you cannot or do not wish to use the dice) simply carry out the actions as much as you can bear.
You will begin with only your tightest panties on, whatever you feel sexiest wearing, whatever would make your toes curl to envisage yourself being teased in (that would also feel nice covered in oil if you wish to use oil for the tease). If you are not already wearing only them… caress your body and feel every delicate slender curve for a minute and then remove a single piece of clothing… do this until you are left in only that single piece of lingerie.
Now that you are ready… lie back spread-eagle, with your legs spread out as if they were tied in place…
If you have any massage oil, trickle it along your cleavage.
The slow, deliberate trickle of oil against your bare skin sets your body and mind alight. So smooth and silky, you know that those warm palms can feel the stiffness of your nipples beneath them. Just like you were told, you keep your hands up above you, purring in anticipation for what is to come…Continue reading The Tease