"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".
They had been waiting so patiently for this… to have her all alone; she knew it was coming, she fantasised about it, craved it, yet it was still a surprise when they did finally make their move.
It was the perfect opportunity, secluded in the holiday resort with the object of their desires. She had given them more than one hint that she was curious.
She had, however, not quite expected them to restrain her once she woke. Even though sleeping naked made it clear she was welcoming it, the feeling of being helpless was quite intense, particularly with knowing that they had been yearning for the opportunity to show her the joys women could give for a very long time. There was no teasing, no gentle introduction, they simply pounced on her at this opportunity and had their way with her, their intentions quite clear – to make her come harder than ever before.
The feeling of those slender fingers exploring her, caressing her swollen jewel, made her shake in anticipation, feeling as if they knew her body better than any previous lover ever could.
The first orgasm hit hard and fast, she was still swimming in the abyss of pleasure before realising that her legs were being tied; now even her own legs were under their control. The sensation of that initial hard penetration took her breath away, yet there was no place to cower or hide, she was open and at their mercy. No matter how much she shook, convulsed in orgasmic tidal waves and screamed out, they were not going to stop.
Gazing at yourself in the mirror, as if peering through a window at the most erotic scene you have ever witnessed, a spectator to those deepest desires, waiting intently for it to unfold before your eyes.
It’s all about the anticipation – knowing why you are there, knowing what is to come. What adds to the intensity is realising that it is all merely the beginning. The agonising need, the craving as every inch of you burns for more… it is simply to whet the appetite. Every time it stops, each moment that is taken away, soon you’ll be screaming out for those brief seconds of respite.
At the mercy of their patient hands, she must not say a single word. She had passed all of the previous tests and trials, though this final one was always going to test her resolve the most in a completely different way.
There is always the possibility of being apprehended, therefore as a female warrior, they had to make sure she was completely prepared for whatever she might encounter in future. While she could defend herself in countless ways, there was always the fact that as a woman, her enemies may choose to focus their attentions on her femininity, to take advantage of the devastating responsiveness of her sexuality. To make sure that she was prepared for this, the final test called for her to prove her ability not to give in to the demands of her body, to control her responses.
She hadn’t been told how long the ordeal would last; it seemed as if their cruelly precise fingertips and palms became slower as time progressed, yet all she can do is try her hardest to stifle her agonising desire to give in, to cry out for more.
In this moment, she is nothing but a helpless exhibition of lust.
The show had been a hit for the night, the audience all applauding at every expected moment, yet the erotic dancing and the simulated displays of passion were all merely a warm up for the main act.
After an evening of enjoyable yet light entertainment, the audience were anticipating what they had been truly waiting for, ready for the curtains to open once more for the final show.
Silence descended over the room as the curtains opened, revealing the nameless starlet, hanging helplessly and exposed to the female teaser standing beside her, ready to give the crowd what they wanted. A wet, tantalising heat seemed to radiate from the stage as the teaser wordlessly began her work.
The audience sat in silence, appreciating the beauty before them, each devouring the visual splendour, soothed with the delicious whimpers of arousal drifting through the room like the softest notes of music ever played. The starlet could not stop herself from whimpering and moaning with pleasure while the silence of the audience – locked in awed concentration – seemed to amplify the sound of every wet slap to her pussy. Every stroke and teasing touch made her shiver in need for more, yet she knew that the teaser was not here to give her such relief: the audience was here to see much more.
The teaser knew just when to hold back and just when to push a little further, just when to nibble the girl’s pussy lips and just when to push forward and suck on her clitoris hard. The only time the audience made any noise was when murmurs of appreciation spread amongst them once the starlet began to beg. This is exactly what the audience had come to see, desire at its rawest, at its purest, at its most intense.
The moment her legs were strapped apart, she knew there was no going back; every inch of her body tingled with anticipation for her gift. Finally, she was going to be made to succumb to pleasures beyond her most intense experiences. Hey voyeuristic longings and kinky desires all wrapped up in a perfect little package.
Feeling a sudden surge throughout her womanhood as they exposed her, the cool air on her hot pussy let her know that they could do anything they wanted: the thought made her shiver slightly in delight.
How does it feel? I cannot imagine the sensation of having a Sybian vibrator devastating your sex so intensely, such a brutal machine with complete mechanical indifference to the sensitivities of your delicate pussy.
Another orgasm? It must be drilling against your clitoris, shuddering through your entire body; though you are doing well, just five minutes left to go, don’t give up now.
That look of pained ecstasy – pure perfection!
Oh! Have you had enough?
Poor thing, you were so close, you only had to last a few more minutes and it would have been over, I’d have let you off. Oh well, looks like we’ll be getting the leg restraints out. If you thought that was intense, think how it is going to feel now, being strapped to it and unable to pull away, In a minute you’ll be wishing you had endured for those last few minutes. Time for you to experience true orgasmic torture.
By revealing her deepest fantasies to him, she had given him the key to unlock the doors of her sexuality she had never thought would be opened.
To be watched, to be made a sexual spectacle of, to be rendered helpless; what can feel like locked away desires can so easily be brought to reality. Sensing eyes surveying every curve of her naked body, feeling unfamiliar hands explore her, the sense of having such private moments being put on display without any sense of fear sets her body alight. A tingle of embarrassment surges through her which seems to amplify her pleasure. Like a dream come true, he has made her feel like a work of art being studied.