"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".
The pulsing resonance of her screams sweeps the halls, all eyes fixed on the writhing beauty before the class. Her hips push and pull against the seat, the words and murmurs around her linger like a haze, trapped in a fog of emotions. She knows better than to ask them to let her go or to not make her cum again, yet every fragment of her being screams out to do so.
If only she had not have spoken out of turn, she’d be watching another in this position, being used as the pleasure puppet to motivate the rest of the class.
Another correct answer made her wince, knowing what was to come. As soon as the teacher congratulated the student, the class fell silent once more, drowning the girl in a sea of attention. Another question answered correctly, another orgasm… each becoming more punishing than the last.
Her body no longer felt simply her own. She wanted to disappear, to crawl into a black hole and never return. She’d give anything to simply just keep the blindfold on, to never see the faces that had all gazed upon her most intimate reactions.
They had learned many new incantations from the sex education classes, but this small group knew that there must be a genre of spells harvested from the dark arts to also try out… and so they were right.
The restricted area of the library was a treasure trove of wicked delights, though one book stood out, ‘The Darkest Arts – Sex Hexes Most Tormenting’. They were cautious at first, yet upon closer inspection they realised just what kind of spells they were dealing with. They wanted to see them in action; they’d only be able to master them with plenty of practice.
Simply the opening of a private teasing session. A little insight into someone being so turned on and aroused by the sensations that even the smallest things can bring about such intense reactions. What followed after can be left to the imagination. Just think to yourself, how it would feel being so turned on that just sucking your nipple could elicit such a reaction. Now think to yourself how it would feel when that mouth moves down to an even more sensitive little spot…
By the time I let you come, you’ll realise that I didn’t keep denying you just because I enjoyed keeping you on the edge. You’ll realise that I really just want to keep hearing you beg and scream and moan. That’s why, even as you climax as hard as you are now, I still will not stop.
She thought he’d have let her cum by now, yet he has no intention of it. Feeling her hips sway up and down with the rhythm of his cruel tongue makes him want to push her way past her limits. He circles her clitoris for a minute; that slithering wet sensation tracing the very edges of her swollen button makes her scream and plead.
After the minute, he strokes it left and right over the tip of her throbbing clit 10 times, the way she shudders every time he makes contact with it gives him more reason to never stop this torturous cycle.
On and on he goes… a minute of circling before 10 whips of his patient tongue. She had prayed that he would have gotten tired by now, that he wouldn’t be able to keep it up for so long.
Now all she can do is cry out for mercy. He simply smirks… another minute coming up.
Image source from: Nina Hartley’s guide to erotic bondage
The preparation, tantalising your body and mind. Every word, every glance, every touch, all to make sure that you know that the focus is solely on you. Always taking great care in having my hands convey how I want to indulge you. How erotic it is in these moments, to be touching you like this, arousing you, knowing that very soon you’ll be screaming in pleasure.