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. 

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Dominating you with words alone – a phone call that makes hours feel like minutes.

The familiarity of your own touch with the commanding presence of another person sets you on fire. You slide your fingertips along your body imagining they were his, listening to every word, every order, as if he were in the room with you. With that presence you will push yourself more than you ever could alone. You masturbate to his voice, stopping and starting whenever told, wanting him to hear the longing, the need and the desperation in your voice, wanting to turn him on just as much with every moan and whimper, waiting for him to say the word… ‘Come!’

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Feeling my clothes against your skin, making you somehow feel even more naked before me. Being clothed while you are so vulnerable gives me another level of control.  

Each layer… another step closer to penetrating you. 

Layer after layer, stripping back your desires: feel my body feast on your innocence.  

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Exhibition of Lust

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.

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