"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".
‘Let you mind wander, it won’t take long before your fingers soon follow’
An audio tease for females involving orgasm denial/edging and erotic teasing. This is the first recording (a test run), with the intention of more to follow in time. The audio (particularly the first section) is not of the best quality.
An audio tease for females involving orgasm denial/edging and erotic teasing (though of a faster nature than previous teases). Follow the instructions and try to last until you are given permission to orgasm.
Restrained and receiving various methods of erotic torment and tantalisation. The video collects a PleasureTorture session involving slow and sensual teasing through erotic whispers and constant stimulation.
Try playing along and holding back your orgasm until the very end.
Video captured from a session involving an oily massage and teasing with feathers, paintbrushes, glass dildos and a vibrator. With a blindfold on, headphones are also put in place so that she can hear the sounds of female pleasure and orgasmic release throughout her gentle teasing until an orgasm is finally granted.
Restrained and made to keep as still as possible, tormented with constant teasing and made to suffer without the release of an orgasm or even any penetration. The video collects a PleasureTorture session involving orgasm denial and sensual teasing through erotic whispers and constant stimulation. Through the use of restraints, a blindfold, soft tipped paintbrushes dipped in oil and methods of teasing including the lightest licking motions and suction possible, the victim cannot control her hips any longer.
Collecting moments of restraint and denial… of being brought to the edge of climax over and over until finally the orgasm is granted. Her sex feasted on relentlessly until the begging to be allowed to cum soon becomes begging for it to stop.
The first video collecting moments of a very long and intense orgasm denial session following a sensual massage. More interested in the model than the camera, therefore only a small amount of random moments were recorded. Also, the second half (the forced orgasms) were not recorded… involving my ‘victim’ being subjected to the release she begs for, and then being made to orgasm repeatedly and mercilessly.
“Welcome Andrea my dear, please come in. I am Dr Wand; we have been expecting you!”
The voice was warm, welcoming, enough to put Andrea at ease. The apprehension of turning up to such an isolated clinic was nearly enough to have prevented the usually carefree girl from taking advantage of such an opportunity. A two week vacation to anywhere in the world just to try on a new prototype bra sounded almost too good to be true, but seeing the small group of researchers spread around the room, some obscured by computer screens, others looking up at her in the doorway, all dressed in white lab coats and looking busy, it all felt so much more legitimate.
‘Just remember…two weeks in the French Polynesia islands,’ she kept reminding herself, to make her go through with it.
A sharp intake of breath, the prickling shock of realization; Laura had regained consciousness as if torn from the comfort of sleep by the stark horror of reality. From the moment she’d regained her senses, her mind had been racing to make sense of the predicament she found herself in. Laura squinted, the light piercing her vision until she adjusted to the brightly lit room, a sight which both mystified and terrified her. The room was small and bare, surrounded with mirrors which seemed to shine upon the young girl who was bound in the middle of it. Arms hanging from the ceiling, her wrists cuffed together while her legs were spread apart, feet flat on the warm carpeted floor as her ankles had been cuffed and pulled wide apart, leaving little room for movement.
“Please, where am I?” Laura called to no response, struggling to raise her voice as her head swam, the effects of the drug still lingering. She looked at herself in disbelief, feeling so small as the room seemed to engulf her, every angle of her slender frame displayed. How many times she had fantasised about being in such a situation, almost admiring the view as she hung there, spread helplessly, pale blue bra and panties clinging to such a delicate, petite frame. ‘But not like this,’ she thought to herself, snapping back to the gravity of the situation, trying in vain to free herself.
Suddenly, a movement, the slow idle rattle of a turning doorknob, before one of the mirrors in a corner of the room swung forward to reveal an opening. Like the entrance to a house of mirrors, except all of these mirrors were displaying but one attraction.