“The physicality of those restraints. To think about nothing else but those cuffs curled tightly around your wrists, knowing that when I’m thrusting hard into you from behind – when you are about to tell me it is too much, that you need that deep and intense pounding to stop – those restraints are what will make sure that you can’t stop me from taking you for as long as I desire.”

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‘I’m all yours.’

Those words linger in your mind as you feel the tight embrace of the tie around your wrists. The thoughts race back through your mind of what you had pictured this experience to be, how you pictured giving up all control. You feel a deep surge of arousal course through the deepest regions of your sex as you wait for the toys to be presented to you, ready to be dominated. You wonder how long you will last, how much you’ll scream and beg once you are teased relentlessly; perhaps it will all be too much for you, though you know that won’t mean it will stop.

The scene plays out in segments in your mind as you lie waiting, feeling more helpless and turned on than ever before. You envision a paintbrush tracing around your clitoris, the thought alone makes your legs tense; though when you have that delicate clitoral hood peeled back to reveal that swollen little bud, you wonder whether you’ll be brought to tears from the cruel teasing. The closeness of your tight lingerie feels more evident now as you wait for them to soon be removed, knowing that your tender, wet pussy will be devoured, knowing your hips won’t stop rocking once it is. You expect to be able to handle what you are to endure, though something deep down within you hints – maybe even wishes – that you won’t be able to handle it. The thought that when the vibrations against your clitoris, the pinches on your nipples, the thrusts within your sensitive sex, are all unleashed upon you, the image of your will-power and control will be shattered entirely.

You envisioned being tortured with inescapable pleasure, now it will be a reality as your eyes convey what your body will soon understand, ‘I’m all yours’.

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Beg For Me

“That’s it, beg for me. Show me how much you want me to fuck you.”

No matter how much she writhed for him, no matter how much she told him how she wanted him inside her, she wouldn’t be granted her orgasm.

She had teased herself for him on webcam for the last two weeks, tormented over and over by his instructions, edging herself repeatedly until she was begging, then it would always stop. Every day for two weeks she had been left hoping and praying that he’d let her have release by the end, every day she was left in cruel denial.

“Please…Oh God PLEASE,” she cried out once he told her to pull her hands away from her lingerie, denied from touching her body at all as the pulsing need from being held on the edge was coursing through her. She was on the verge of tears with frustration, her tight lingerie was like a barrier pressing against her dripping wet, constantly twitching pussy.

“Imagine me pulling those panties away, sinking my mouth against your wet little pussy and sucking hard, devouring your clitoris while I kept you held down and helpless.”

“I’ll do anything, please.”

Again he made her edge… again he made her stop. With a look of tortured longing, her hands went back up to her shoulders, fighting desperately with her own need to thrust them back down and masturbate to the orgasm she craved. She was on the verge of tears with need, yet still she held out.

“That is all for our webcam teasing for now, you will touch yourself and keep yourself frustratingly close to the edge for the next 20 minutes, then that is all for tonight for you.” With that he was gone.

Unknown to her however, he was only 20 minutes away from her house, planning to arrive at hers now that she was so overwhelmingly desperate. Just when she would be ready to retire for bed, he’d arrive, though shortly after her moments of surprise and glee, she’d once again be reduced to a quivering wreck of despair. He would strip her fully and tie her down on the bed before continuing his cruel teasing all throughout the night; constantly tormenting her perky breasts, stiff nipples and swollen red clitoris with the slightest of touches.

Once he did finally devour her pussy, sucking her clitoris hard while his fingers penetrated her furiously, she’d be gasping for air in a torrent of pleasure. Once every inch of his shaft slid inside her, she’d be screaming for him to let her come, feeling his cock pulse every time he stopped thrusting, leaving it buried inside while she tensed so close to the edge. Though one thing would worry her… the fact that after all the teasing and denial, after all the build-up, she knew it’d be the most intense orgasm of her life, and she knew that would not be the end of it: he was going to torture her with her orgasms. 

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Last Night

Audio Version

“I was so wet all night afterwards.”

The words were as enticing as the image you sent the following morning, in reaction to the evening before.

How my actions affected you, and how I hope just that evening alone plays on your mind for many, many nights to come.

No restraints were needed – merely my hands and words of command were enough.

Both of us were naked, yet all the attention was lavished upon your sensitive form. My head between your thighs, your fantasies already causing your pussy to glisten. I didn’t tease you, for once that was not my intention. Instead I simply prepared your clitoris for what it was to soon endure. I trailed my tongue along the folds of your pussy lips before circling around that tender nub, coaxing it from it’s hood. The rocking of your hips along with your moans and whimpers for more would have been enough, but I waited for the twitching of that stiffened clitoris to be my guide. Once I closed my mouth around it, there would be no going back.

At first I simply let my tongue roll back and forth, taking pleasure in the constant little twitches of your clit, as if it wished to dance with the rhythm of my mouth. Soon I pursed my lips and simply sucked against the very tip of it, letting you know how focused that sensation will be. My hands at first caressed your thighs and your waist, letting you know that your body, just like your pleasure, remained within my firm grasp. Once I pressed my lips down to engulf the entirety of your clitoris, to spread that pleasure deeper, that’s when my hands slid upwards, caressing your chest. Every inch of your body was to partake in this dance.

When I pushed my mouth right against your apex, sucking your clitoris in deeply, as if trying to trap it against the roof of my mouth, that’s when it was helpless to the wrath of my tongue. It lashed relentlessly against the underside of your clit while I continued to suck. Each time you built to a crescendo, your rocking hips and stuttered gasps told me enough to know when to back off. Once again, the quivering of your clitoris, those wondrous convulsions of desire, let me know just how close you were getting. I only paused for a few seconds each time, the intention solely to keep building you up further and further – not to deny you, but to simply prolong and intensify the moment that was to come.

My fingers all the while traced around your nipples, keeping them achingly stiff and in need, occasionally feigning to pinch them each time you moaned and got closer to the edge. All to signal to you that they’d be pinched the moment you’d come.

So intoxicating – the softness and wetness against my chin and the way it felt like it urged my mouth to sink in further. Your wonderful moans harmonised with the sound of my suctioning mouth against your slick wet folds.

As the thrusting of your hips became shorter spasms, I knew that it was time. Latching tightly and pressing harder, the whirlwind of my flicking tongue weaving between the stop-start suction letting you know that this time it was going to happen. With a firm pinch to your nipples, you came. As you writhed and convulsed, I held you steady by keeping my mouth in place, letting you know that the only thing on my mind was all that I wanted be on your mind: your achingly sensitive clitoris.

You finally reached down and tried to push my head away once squeezing your thighs together didn’t cause me to back off. It wasn’t the fact that you started to beg me to stop, screaming out that it was too intense, that caused me to stop. What caused me to stop was knowing that you’d need to recover a little if it were to continue further. How helpless you looked when you were breathing deeply, your body jerking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. When I then angled myself so that my lower body was at your side, my upper body still down by your thighs, that’s when you knew it was time to start again. I didn’t position your hand around my erection just so that you could pleasure me in return, it was so that you understood how much doing this to you turns me on, how the next steps of your erotic torment would make me pulsate and throb.

As you stroked my cock with one hand, I pinned your other down and began to lick your pussy again. Those lips were already so red and swollen, your clitoris a scarlet button for me to further abuse. You protested as my tongue made a slow path up and down your folds, lapping at your dripping wetness before nestling against that tender cherry. As much as you begged me to stop, you continued to stroke my length all the while. Once I began to suck it again, your scream for mercy quickly became a scream of realisation that your body would betray you. The orgasm happened quickly, I had to keep your hand held down tightly as you struggled, though I loved how tightly you squeezed my shaft while you continued to orgasm. When you released my cock to stop me once you came down, realising that I wasn’t going to stop, I ordered you to keep stroking me. You did as told before whimpering as my tongue lapped away at that poor, hypersensitive clit.

I only had to tell you to stay still once, to stop you from trying to escape as I began sucking it again. I know you enjoyed feeling my cock continue to twitch in your grasp. As much as you begged me to stop and to just fuck you, I know that deep down you wanted me to torture you with my mouth – that’s why when I told you that I’m going to devour you until you can’t possibly come anymore, and only then will I fuck you, that you came the moment my mouth returned to your clit. The instant squeal and then silence as you convulsed alerted me that you’d passed out for a moment.

I thought at that point it was time to penetrate you, that your clitoris was too sensitive to the touch to do anything else with, particularly as you jumped every time my fingers came close to it. Though while fucking you hard, I realised that I was wrong. I had fucked you to so many orgasms that it seemed like you couldn’t come any more. After we had played a little game, having me count every thrust and telling you that I’ll only give you a break if you can take ten without coming (which you failed at for nearly ten minutes), it seemed like we were done. When you were panting and saying that you can’t come any more, that’s when I put the thought in your mind:

“Imagine if there were three of me, one to hold you down, one to fuck you like this, and another to just constantly be sucking your clitoris. Even as you cried that it was too much, even as you pleaded for mercy and screamed for us to stop, we wouldn’t stop sucking your clitoris while fucking you.”

The moment I said that, you came… and came… and came again.

It seems as if you get off at the thought of even more torment. The image you sent, with those wet clothes clinging to every enticing curve, urges me to give it to you right now. Instead, however, I’ll wait, letting you spend another few nights dripping wet from the memories. I’ll let you bask in an afterglow that seems to last for days. With this image, I’ll envision all the things I intend to do to you. I assure you, the next time we meet, I’m going to tie you up, and feast on your pussy so much that last night will feel like merely a warm-up.

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Still Waiting Patiently

“Sorry I took so long, was gone a little while longer than I had expected, oh well, I’m sure it wasn’t too difficult for you to handle, was it? Hmmm… it seems that the way you are squirming and rocking your hips, it had quite an effect on you. Well, being as you had to spend well over the expected hour watching porn while that little vibe was tormenting you, I think I’ll reward you with some more powerful stimulation.

I’ve got to go back out again, I shouldn’t be too long, so this powerful cordless wand vibrator can tend to you while I am away. Yes I know it is very powerful, especially with your panties pressing it so tightly against you, but I’m sure you will be able to take it. I will try and return before it gets too much to handle… though my advice is to try not to come too soon. I know it is hard, after being so close for so long, with the pornography playing still and with how sensitive you are. Though if you do come quickly, you will simply get way more sensitive, making the time while I’m still gone even more torturous. It looks like you’re getting close already! I’d better be off, see you soon.”

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Waiting patiently

“Now then… You just wait patiently here. I know it is difficult, but you better not even try to move or alter that little device in any way. You are going to have to stay here and take that constant buzzing against your clit. There is no need to moan out like that! I know how intense it feels, that is why I left it on that irregular setting, it wont let you orgasm but it certainly will keep you feeling pretty close. I’ll be off for now, I don’t know how long I’ll be out, so I will leave this pornographic channel on to keep you entertained while I am gone”.

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‘Good girl’… the words you crave, those two words together that sets your body alight, that sends a shiver down your gorgeously curved spine, tingling in pleasure.

‘Again’… that word which feels so loaded with cruelty, with torture, with utterly tormenting ecstasy.

Your fingers feel so trapped under the delicate confines of your panties; the anticipation seems to smother you. Will you finally get the orgasm you crave or will you have to hold it back once more?

‘Hold it’… the two words that throw you into a new world of agonising bliss, making every muscle clench as you fight to keep that tidal wave of an orgasm bottled up inside you, waiting for how it will flood from you at any moment.

‘Come’… as it erupts from you, consuming you, constricting your body like a rope made of pure pleasure, ever tightening, you lose every other thought. After those first crashing waves, you know that no matter how intense the sensations, how much your body quivers, it will not be the only time you hear that one word.

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*Happy Sigh*

(A message from a previous session)

Well, I am one satisfied kitty. I just spent a lovely weekend with the charming pleasuretorture. It started with a nice chat in Starbucks, then a nice, slow introduction in the hotel room; massages without/with oils, teasing with feathers and paintbrushes, etc, etc. After he’d been very cruel in drawing out the frustratingly light touches, he tormented me with a lavish collection of toys while I was bound tightly to the bed by all four limbs. Various vibrators, a glass dildo (which he was very cruel with), Hitachi wands, etc. He’d bring me to the edge but never, ever enough to feel the slightest satisfaction or relief, constantly trapped in that tormenting, never ending pleasure. He was especially fond of teasing my entrance very, very slightly until I was squirming and pleading, until eventually fucking me hard with the glass one. I swear, I’d never moaned like that in my life! There was even a nice shared shower which followed an incredibly intense orgasm. We were surprised, apparently I’d been teased a lot longer than he normally would, so I was incredibly over sensitive – the chances of me cumming at all were very slim. But, I managed it! Yay me!! 

After this (once we’d recovered of course), we had a nice roleplay session. I was a school girl who was in trouble for forgetting her kit for gym. So, I had to sit at my desk, in my underwear, and write lines while my teacher stood behind me, leaning down to whisper in my ear and touch down my back… well, I think we all know where this went. I was a bad girl who needed punishing. And boy howdy did I receive a punishing. I came again (whee!). 

 I also enjoyed the little photoshoot we had before we sadly had to leave the hotel. 

All in all, a very enjoyable, intense and pretty darn awesome experience – one which I hope to have again very soon. 🙂

Submitting to Your Desires

Every tender curve of your skin, the smoothness of your delicate body, the sweet softness of your sex, the way you moan with every surge of pleasure and cry out to the delicacy of every orgasm. It is as if every aspect of your sexuality threatens to consume you, the unyielding need to have your fantasies completely explored.

When you explore yourself alone, you stop yourself when it gets that bit too intense; as you slide your arms out and arch your back, you fantasise about what is to come, the thrill of allowing somebody else to push you further. The desire courses through you as you feel your wrists press together, waiting to be restrained, waiting to let the building passion inside you be released. There is a sense of freedom in allowing yourself to embrace new realms of stimulation. With every touch that feels too intense to bear and every orgasm that leaves you trembling in agonised ecstasy, there will be no way to stop anything… free to lose yourself in bliss.

You want to feel those hands being held back, feeling helpless – to have your sex explored beyond your limits and be pushed into heights of pleasure past your endurance. The thoughts alone seem to impact on every inch of skin, your imagination echoing along your body; the trail of fingertips tracing along your chest and down your cleavage, across your breasts, slowly down between your thighs. The fingertips give way to palms caressing you, the palms give way to lips pressing to you, and the lips give way to a tongue tantalising you. Something within you seems to melt – anticipation has such devastating effect.

Every morsel of you burns with a deep desire, the quickening beat of your heart and the intensifying pulse between your thighs. Your imagination is trapped within the writhing prison of your body. While your mind races with lust, a sense of weightlessness drifts over your skin, so beautifully designed to submit to the most intense of pleasures. You are free to give in to the experiences your mind craves.

Submit to your desires.

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When you feel yourself trapped within my grasp, your arms held back within mine, your sight blocked by my palm, hearing nothing but my voice and your own breath, You know that your body is mine.

The world outside, the room itself, the ground beneath your very feet, it all disappears… all that exists is the feeling of my hands pressed to you and the thoughts of the pleasures to come.

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