“Just admit that you cheated on the test and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Please… I… I didn’t… I swear…”

“It must be so hard to be kept on the edge like this right? I can feel how much your pussy wants my fingers to stay inside, twitching all around them, trying to suck them in deeper.”

“Oh fuck… Please… Please…”

She knew the girl was telling the truth, but she was having far too much fun to stop now; her moans of denied pleasure were far too intoxicating to let go of.

Soon, the girl would be admitting to anything just to keep those fingers working her past the brink. 

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“See? That’s how you want her to be, with her hips constantly rocking and swaying in need for you to give her what you want. When she keeps saying that she wants you to make her beg, she really means it. No matter how much she whines and moans and squeals out that she wants to come, do not give in. She wouldn’t have asked for me to help you both with this if she truly wanted you to make her orgasm every time she asked for it.

No, just carry on watching, I know you want to fuck her bad; she’d give anything for you to slide that into her right now, but that is exactly why I’m here, you’ve got to learn to wait until she really can’t take any more, and I know fully well that she can take more teasing than this. 

Right now she is feeling like her clitoris is five times it’s size, with the sensation of her heartbeat seeming to radiate from her throbbing pussy. Soon you can come closer and we’ll start to use your cock to tease her wet little entrance with, but I want to play with her a little more first, I just love the way her hips try and entice me for more. Besides, we still have another two hours of the session left, you might as well get your moneys worth.”

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Private Show (Izzy)

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Playing along to the Private Show audio, trying to endure the pleasure and not climax. Will she complete the challenge or suffer a ruined orgasm?

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She had planned his anniversary gift for quite some time, to have a mutual friend of theirs help in contributing to her partner’s biggest turn on, being brought to the edge of orgasm repeatedly. 

Having tied him down on the bed, she and her partner in crime spent the evening teasing every inch of his member, taking turns slowly wrapping their mouths around the swollen tip, sucking down around his pulsating shaft and slipping their tongues around every sensitive ridge. Keeping her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, she could always feel the familiar pulse, letting her know just when he was right there and ready to erupt, just enough notice to tell them to back off.

Repeatedly the sensation of their tongues motioning around his length, fast enough to keep his body tense with stimulation but slow enough to not bring him over the edge, makes him finally give way to his need for release. Her knowledge of just how his balls tighten so much and how the base of his cock twitches when on the edge would be what would torture him most; they were having too much fun with him to stop now. However much his cock throbbed in the purple shade of frustration, however much his hips tried to thrust with enticing anticipation, they wanted to make sure it’d be an anniversary gift to be remembered. 

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“When I agreed that I wouldn’t let you orgasm for at least an hour after the first time you pleaded with me for it, I told you that I absolutely would not go back on my word. I don’t care how much you beg or what you offer to do, I’m going to make sure you last the entire duration. Besides, seeing as how you wore that little outfit for me, perhaps I’ll add another 30 minutes of denial on, just to make sure you get exactly what you want.”

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Stimulant E9

“No sir, we managed to apprehend the reporter before she could expose our research. She had been snooping around quite often even though we had repeatedly tried to deter her. From the notes we confiscated, it seems like our exploration into the neural stimulation chemicals was what she had planned to share with her magazine. Not to worry though, we have some inside connections with the magazine, so they won’t be publishing anything even if she does go back on her promise.

“Yes, she is still in the facility for the time being, our team are going to hold her there for a few days to give her a little experience in what she’ll be in for if she tries to cross us again. In fact, they’ve been looking for a fitting subject to test the stimulation gas on, so it has worked to our benefit. I think she’s certainly getting the message.

“No, no lasting harm at all, though I think she’ll want to do all she can to not feel it for any longer in future; currently they are testing it on her for at least one more day, regardless of her pleas for mercy.

“Yes, I do think she’s learnt her lesson, though I’d wager that they just like watching her writhe and thrust her hips a little more; I hear that being chemically turned on, to the point of near climactic pleasure, without being able to touch or feel the physical sensation of direct sexual stimulation is near maddening.

“No believe me sir, there is very little chance of her going elsewhere with the things she knows, from hearing her during the rest periods, hearing her begging and pleading over and over again to be touched and brought to orgasm, almost in tears with need, I would wager anything that she will not do a thing that could put her back in a similar position. I’ll go and check back in with them now, I look forward to seeing when they take the restraints away; the staff have told her that if she can keep her hands away from her breasts and below her waist while still being breathing in the stimulant for 30 minutes, they’ll let her masturbate herself to orgasm. I’m almost certain she’ll fail.”

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The November Study

Vicky had intended to see how long she could last without masturbating, a personal challenge to stave off her own desires, so when her university friends had proposed the idea, she was entirely on board: to go the month of November without allowing herself any sexual release. If only she knew quite what she was in for.

Being very sensitive to stimulation, Vicky had often found it difficult to hold back from coming. Even with several friends with benefits at her university who she hooked up with regularly, she still found the most comfort in her private moments of masturbation, which were numerous throughout the week. The prospect of holding off for a week or two seemed daunting yet rather erotic, having to endure an entire month sounded like nothing more than pure torture. She liked the idea of such a challenge.

Her friends had fit her with a special heart rate monitor on both wrists, sealed in order to ensure she couldn’t remove either without them knowing. The devices would be able to alert for any spikes in heart rate along with being able to map out hand movement below waist level, ensuring they’d know within the month if she masturbated to orgasm. Vicky however had no intention of trying to cheat, she wanted to last.

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Post Halloween Blindfold

Tonight, she will experience nothing but hell, it would make absolutely sure of that…

After a very entertaining Halloween night, she had woken late in the afternoon, her hangover not nearly as bad as expected. Having hoped to have hooked up with someone, the trace of unfulfilled desire mixed with the idea to masturbate as a cure for her faint headache had meant for a powerful sexual cocktail. As she started playing, fantasizing about a man holding her down on the ground and masturbating her, she realised that there was a blindfold laid out amongst the remnants of last nights outfit. Keen to further augment her fantasy of being dominated a little by her fantasy lover, she quickly put the blindfold on. The moment it went on, her fate for the rest of the day and night was sealed.

A sudden burst of indescribable need forced its way throughout her body, a longing that seemed impossible, a sexual torment far beyond the realm of mortal torture. Though what made it even more maddening was that, at that moment when every ounce of her very being wanted nothing more on earth than to masturbate herself into a frenzy, her hand would not respond – it was being controlled by something else.

It was no accident that this blindfold, a cursed item, had found its way to her. While she would never know how it came to be in her possession, whoever had placed it on her had known just how much torment would befall the recipient once they wore it. 

The blindfold, as soon as it was put on, took all control away from the hands of the wearer. All she could do was writhe her hips and hope that control would return, while the entity within the blindfold maintained its direction over her fingertips. The true horror of the cursed item however, was something which would torment this girl beyond anything humanly possible: every time that a woman had been forced to be brought to the edge with the blindfold, that sensation had been stored within it, meaning that every time a new person wore it, they experienced the build up of every moment prior. This girl was now being tortured with the feeling of hundreds of moments of being right on the edge of orgasm, all at the same time, coursing within her – the sensation of a thousand pinnacles of orgasm rushing through her at once, a hell beyond description. She could not scream, she could barely moan, it took all her effort to even breathe with the unfathomable, agonising pleasure tearing her body and mind apart. Though the cruelest of all was that even with this horrific need forced upon her, the entity would not masturbate her, instead it simply made her hand tease her sensitive pussy relentlessly. 

For over an hour, it traced slow fingers, brushing and sweeping over and around her pussy and breasts, all over her body, never giving her what she needed, her streaming tears of desperation doing nothing to tide the cruel torment. 

Her pussy juice flowed in a non-stop torrent, her body unable to comprehend the inferno of aching need, as if she had melted into a pool of indistinguishable pleasure. She would surely die from this kind of feeling, though it certainly would not let that happen, this vessel of female bliss was far too delightful. The fingers continued to trail idly along her sex. Once whatever controlled her hand finally began to masturbate her, she was met with another level of horror – it would not let her come. As much as it felt like she’d explode from it, as much as she felt that she’d die from the intensity of an orgasm from all of this inside, there was no release from the anguish. Her suffering would continue for hours, with her fingers relentlessly masturbating herself, every time she’d have normally climaxed simply adding to the whirlwind of countless orgasms pent up within. In any other state of mind, she’d fear just how intense an orgasm from this would feel, though right now, all she feared was how long it would take until orgasmic release came. It would be a long time before she found out.

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A Halloween Feast

You may try and capture their existence with cameras, but they will make their presence known far more intimately tonight. Hear the demonic whispers as on this Halloween night pleasure becomes your treat… and your nightmare. The feeling of cuffs on your wrists and hands holding you down as you sleep certainly aren’t just in your mind…

An audio/visual experiment, capturing Nova Gold taken hold by a supernatural entity on Halloween night.

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Aerith’s Encounter

“Please! Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore.”

If only her pleas could bring any mercy or respite.

Aerith had been warned about venturing off alone. She wasn’t scared of Shinra however, and felt as if there was little that could be hazardous in the flower gardens. How wrong she was; there were other things besides Shinra that had taken an interest in this magically powerful Cetra.

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