Tag: submission

Designed for Pleasure

Those brief moments while you lie there, hands tied, blindfolded, thinking back through the day and realizing how many people would have wanted you in this position. So many eyes lingering on you, undressing you with their gaze, fantasizing about penetrating you in so many ways, daydreaming about those gorgeous curves hidden behind the fabric concealing your frame.

If only they knew how many times you’d strolled past them, merely hours after having teased yourself relentlessly, brought yourself constantly to the brink of that orgasm. You wonder now and again if that’s what they see in the back of their minds when they greet you or smile at you, that girl writhing in agonizing ecstasy, hips bucking as those fingers explore such a dripping wet, quivering delicacy, breasts heaving as you arch in a glorious scream of orgasmic bliss.

Now, you’ll be theirs. You wonder what you’ll feel first, his fingertips making a path from your neck to your sex, perhaps her hands caressing the outline of your body and exploring every curve. Those fingers, those mouths, those tongues, all ready to trail down your body and tantalize every segment of your sensitive milky white skin. You wonder when they’ll strip you, knowing how much everyone loves the way your lingerie clings so tightly, the way it tempts them even more to strip you and expose you. So helpless. Perhaps you’ll have to wait until you were begging for them to do it, to tear them off and just sink their mouths around that desperate pussy.

Soon, you’ll hear the sounds, the buzzing of the vibrators, ready to push your body to the brink. The sounds of the men stroking their cocks, wanting to feel just how tight and silky smooth it is to be inside you. The wet sounds of tongues lapping against your clitoris, trapping it to devour and suck it mercilessly. All those sounds are like background noise to your own tireless moans and screams. You won’t escape it. They’ll do everything they’ve wanted to do to you ever since witnessing you. And once they do let you come, once they have tormented you enough and brought you to the edge until it has nearly driven you mad with need, you will be forced to come until you beg them to stop. They won’t.

Every inch of you is designed for pleasure. Every hand around you is designed to lavish it upon you.

Content created by: PleasureTorture

Image submitted by: Fucktoyhaley

It’s not what you feel is happening which is taking its toll on your body. It’s what you imagine is to come.

Just a single fingertip presses to that aching, wet little entrance, though the thought of the most teasing of tongues keeps you trapped. Moan out as you picture what will soon come, to feel those restraints holding you at my mercy while these merciless fingers wreak havoc upon your sensitive body. Just the thoughts alone keep your nipples so stiff, so ready for my lips to clasp around, to suck those sweet morsels with such delight. You do not dare let your fingertip sink any deeper, wanting to savour the moment my own sinks into you to feel that silky, convulsing depth. That material clinging to your hips will soon be gone, to leave you helpless for me, but not just yet; keep stroking to the thoughts of how my mouth will savour your pussy. You know just how much I love how swollen it gets when you are this turned on, the way my mouth sinks into you as those lips part for me. 

Now stop and spread those legs for me; once these restraints are on, I’ll control every sensation your body can take. Now clear your mind and focus solely on your stiff little clitoris and nipples. Those delicate peaks of pure pleasure. Focus solely on them, how sensitive they are, how vulnerable they are. Now think of what I’m going to do to them…

Written by: PleasureTorture

Submission by: Kalinhamari

When things escalate, when the teasing becomes a little too much, sometimes you need to be reminded that you need to control your desires. I know you want these fingers to explore you. I know you want to be stripped and toyed with. Perhaps, if you’re a good girl, once we’ve taken a few photos, you’ll get a little of what you crave.

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Images from: PleasureTorture teasing session

Soft

Soft,

every morsel so soft to the

touch.

Serene in such splendour;

delicate lines

tantalisingly within your clutch.

Arching peaks you

ache

to caress, the drumbeat spills forth

and a gentle strum

plays across

your chest.

Glancing touches hit you like

blows

and liquid desire pulls you

under;

In the midst of climax for which time itself slows.

Sensuality in all its form,

bathed in the fabric

it can scarcely adorn.

Content created by: PleasureTorture

Submission by: MaybeI1der

Drawn by Desire – An Erotic Encounter (Audio Story)

A chance meeting leads to a night of passion as she is introduced to pleasures she had never experienced before. An audio story involving teasing, edging and multiple orgasms.

Audio excerpt from the erotic novel ‘Drawn by Desire’ now on Smashwords

Soundgasm link

Content created by: PleasureTorture

Collaboration with: CreativeIntentAudio. 

Those fingers tease down towards your sex so tentatively, doing your best to stop yourself from working faster, imagining another’s fingertips tantalising you, savouring your thrusts of desire. Longingly you trail downwards, casting a line of attention directly towards where he would want to focus on. You imagine his intentions, yet just the thought of him getting ready to pounce on you sends a rush through your body. The thought of him spreading your legs and eating you out until you were a screaming, begging mess of pleasure.

You’ve edged yourself many times, yet for some reason, today feels so much harder, as if the tightness of your lingerie makes you so aware of the parts it covers, so aware of how much others would want to strip you right now, to masturbate you relentlessly, to pin you down and take turns denying you until you were writhing in need. The idea of them all waiting and anticipating clamping their mouths around and burying their tongues within your dripping wet pussy makes you quiver on the verge of orgasm.

Finally, as you back off and begin again, your thoughts turn to your current situation, alone in the room and indulging so much in your pleasures and fantasies. The way you can make your own body feel so much, how you so relish the way you can torment yourself, to push yourself to the brink of what your sex can handle. The thought of how your own fingertips can make you moan in such ecstasy makes you almost wish you weren’t so cruel to yourself, just so you could feel that orgasmic release right this second.

You know you can’t hold your orgasm back much longer. You are going to allow yourself to come very soon, though the question is simply what thought is going to be the one that you come to.

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Submission by: annabell-leigh

“Stop,” the word that never fails to send a devastating rush through her overstimulated mind. Finally brought back to the reality of her situation, the reality of what control her own fingertips have against the backdrop of her desires. If only the reality would mirror her fantasies, that of being able to dictate when she could climax.

Centre stage, she continues once again, the limits of passion engulfing every inch of her body, the gazes that sweep over her seem to touch like fingertips, as if every pair of eyes brushes tantalisingly along her skin. She wants to beg them one by one for the orgasm that has been denied for so long, though it is clear that these men and women watching her are here for the pleasure being witnessed, with no intention of letting it subside so soon. Her eyes begin anew their search for someone who might show some mercy, scanning the figures, some sitting and some standing but all dressed smartly for this sexual display, for some look of consent for release. Against the gentle backdrop of whispered chat and the sharp tap of wine glasses occasionally being placed on tables, her outpouring moans and sighs of pleasure takes centre stage.  

Fingers slickly coated with her own juices, she stops again as she feels herself teetering on the brink, a dull, aching pulse resonating from her clitoris, being her body’s only means of retaliation for such denial. She focuses on a couple who stands at the foot of the large bed as she begins stroking again. Mouthing the word ‘please’ to the man, she wants him to imagine what it must feel like inside her right now, how her tenderness must be quivering in need, how if he’d give the permission for her to come, how he could imagine feeling himself wrapped within those tight, convulsing folds of silken delight. The man merely smiles and continues to enjoy the delight, all while caressing his partner, who is savouring the sight just as much. For a moment, she thinks of how the light, folding around her body like a sheet, must be illuminating every detail of her dripping wet, glistening sex. The thought makes her reach the edge of orgasm so fiercely that she has to clasp her legs shut in order not to risk going over.

“Open them,” comes the hushed yet no less commanding order from a woman watching to the side, one of the closest people around her. Every feeling of desperation, of animalistic need, of agonising arousal, seems to instantly melt away to reveal the purest pleasure she has ever felt. The control of her own body, of her own pleasure, being held in the palms of not only those around her, but specifically this woman watching with such intent, makes her sexuality feel like the most important thing in the world, the very centre of existence.

Looking deeply into this woman’s eyes, she holds her gaze while her fingers slip within, seeming to explore herself deeper than she’d ever felt before. With her gaze held the whole time, through the ebbing tide of impending orgasm, her eyes convey one simple truth. This right now was the most wonderful, erotic experience of her life.

Photography by: Deckmara

Written by: PleasureTorture