"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."
Tag: teasing
“Now is the time to find out just why I wanted you to abstain from masturbating at all for two weeks – I wanted this gorgeous pussy to be so sensitive. I know how sensitive your clitoris usually is, so I can’t even imagine how it is going to feel once this torments that little cherry. These feathers are going to constantly spin against your clit for as long as I want, and I’m feeling cruel today…
Oh dear, it must be torture not being able to move away from these constantly whipping feathers. You can’t take it anymore? Don’t be silly, you’ve been telling me for the past 15 minutes that your clitoris is too tender, yet that hasn’t stopped you from coming so hard. No, I won’t be stopping quite so soon.”
Continuing analysis of the depth of penetration applied via machine model 14. After numerous sessions with the subject, the optimal angle and motion have been confirmed and inputted into the database.
Test Subject 0057 has had to be restrained in a more secure manner than previously to prevent any further thrusting motions, as she has continuously attempted to sway her hips in order to gain deeper penetration.
This analysis of the control of the penetrative machine has shown that the device had not been correctly calibrated; some of the thrusts were giving a less accurate penetration. After many tests with the subject, this has been corrected, with the machine constantly penetrating just below the threshold, which would typically cause for full sexual fulfilment: precisely a 1-inch penetration has been consistently recorded so far. Even when the speed is increased to a maximum, the depth of penetration now remains unchanged, keeping to a 1-inch penetration while causing for a rapid speed which simulates a vibration.
Previous tests with the subject had caused for her to call for mercy after 20 minutes. She had been instructed to abstain from this until the need for more sexual penetration was unbearable. With the machine now properly adjusted to apply an accurate, consistent penetration, the subject has begun begging after 12 minutes and 17 seconds. I shall, however, keep the observation continuing for another 30 minutes to make absolutely sure that the collaboration remains consistent.
Test subject 0057 continues to beg repeatedly for a deeper penetration which will not be granted.
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.
First, she will straighten her legs and succumb to the sensations that await, a tingle that surges from that little place which seems to pulsate with anticipation. The second command makes her raise her hips for the touch she craves.
That first flicker against her wet pussy will send that spark through her body, though it is the slow little movements which keep it sizzling throughout. The tongue barely touches, the movements barely register, yet the longer it lasts, the more intense it becomes. It slips up and down that little curve, soon circling and enticing that little bud of sensitivity before slipping slowly back up and down once again. So slowly, it verges on cruelty.
After the tongue trails so languidly, the moment those lips press deeply against her sex, all she will crave is for her pussy to be feasted on intensely, furiously. Yet still, the slow motions, trailing that tongue so gently within, parting her lips tantalisingly, will keep the fire raging within her.
Only when she is past the point of pure uncontrollable need will those hips be raised for more, a sign that her pleas will be heeded. The hard press of lips against that softness, devouring her tenderness. Pleasure commands her body as those lips wrap around her mound, sucking up that delicate clitoris while the flickering tongue whips against it – trapped, exposed and helpless. The constant stop-start motion of suction, a pulsing rhythm which the body never tires of. Soon the soft penetration of a tongue adds even more, the motion of being fucked igniting the imagination even further as lips slap against her sex. Perhaps she may then be granted something she craves most, or perhaps it may start all over again…
Princess Sohia had quickly found that her fantasy and reality were not at all in sync. After the long and perilous journey from Helm to the Vaunt Empire, she was greeted not by the welcoming arms of her lover, but by guards and a swift imprisonment.
“You’ll be sorry if you don’t release me. Prince Tobias will not stand for this, he’ll punish you once he finds out I’m here.” Her protests and threats meant nothing to the guards.
She had expected to be led to the Prince once she had passed through the gates to the great empire of Vaunt. While always seen as a hostile territory to her own Kingdom, there had always been a certain level of respect for the majestic stone architecture which encompassed the mammoth realm she was now a captive of. At once she was separated from her personal guard and led towards the central castle. Led to a cell and imprisoned within the dungeons, she had hoped that the next person she would see would be Prince Tobias. Dangling from her shackled wrists held above her head, at the centre of the cell, Princess Sophia was approached by a group of women. With their plain white robes, she recognised these as the castle maidens. Accompanied by guards – who simply stood around the room and watched – the maidens stripped the captive and began bathing her. Sophia’s protestations did nothing to dissuade them. Neither the guards nor the maidens made any sound at all as sponges and hands soaped up and cleaned the completely naked girl.
It was her turn tonight to be taken in just the way she had heard the other girls be taken night after night. They were all there to experience the most intense of orgasms and to have him study their responses after various lengths of masturbation-free nights; they adored his dedication to the exploration of female pleasure.
This night was hers, time for the other girls to lie awake and try desperately to stem the desire for their fingertips to wander at the sounds of moans and screams of passion, the sounds of flesh against flesh. He, of course, knew how much they craved the touch, knowing that each time he played with them, the deepest secrets of their sexuality were being unravelled by him. His appetite to explore the boundaries of their pleasure simply grew more each time.
Tonight he was to do as he always did, to bring her to a place beyond pleasure, to tease her past the pinnacle of longing, knowing that she indulged in every second of it. His whispers were to melt her thoughts. His soft, slow touches were to turn her body to vapour at his fingertips.
“I know that soft, dripping wet pussy hasn’t been played with for so long. I know that when I expose that twitching little clitoris, you are going to be begging me to touch more. If you carry on being a good girl like you have been for the last few days, to restrain yourself from touching, to keep those sweet lips spread for my fingertips, to keep your hands away from the rest of your body and leave me solely to stimulate you, I will reward you by finger fucking you hard. Just think of how, if my fingers can do all that to you, how will it feel when soon my throbbing hard cock is pushing against that little entrance, ready to slide deep inside and fuck you hard”.
She had never expected to experience such torment, to repeatedly feel the sensations that continued to ebb away at her willpower.
Every night she turned up like a moth to a flame. The advertisement had requested a female to be used for the class of massage students to practice on. She had not expected them to practice on her all at once, every night, to be touched so much by so many soft, oily hands.
The massage instructor had told her not to masturbate for the duration of the week so that she remained most sensitive and responsive. The need overwhelmed her night after night, yet she somehow managed to hold out after every class. The thought of holding herself back was not only a challenge she wanted to succeed in, it was also something that had aroused her the moment she was first told it – the thought of trying to contain her own desires.
Each night she lay on the massage table as they circled around, each caressing her body and sliding their hands sensually all over. The girls took so much pleasure in arousing their subject, knowing that such a long, sensual massage – night after night – must have been unbearable. Occasionally one or two of them would let their fingertips brush against the lips of her sex, taking much delight in letting her arousal simmer, though never giving her the exploration she began to internally beg for. They kept gliding their palms so gently and slowly along the girl’s body, always working in unison to constantly stoke the flame.
Her mind could not follow the patterns of so many hands; soon it became a constant motion of erotic sensations sweeping over her skin.
By the end of the week, the classes, as well as the indescribable need afterwards, had become torture… yet still, she went, with only one more night left.
The calm before the storm. Wanting to savour that gentle, throbbing arousal which radiates throughout. All while knowing what is to come. The sensations of denial still pulse within, yet the anticipation of release is enough to soothe those desires for a moment.
