pleasuretorture:

She had tried for so long to sell the property, yet every time a buyer was on the knife edge, they backed out, leaving the residence in her hands yet again. After the situation repeated itself time and time again, she decided to finally look closely into the stories of it being haunted which she had always laughed off.  After an entire day spent basking in the comfortable, luxurious mansion, there were no signs of any activity that could cause alarm. It was only when she decided to take a nap on the sumptuous leather chesterfield that she’d experience what so many before her had sensed.

Without even the slightest creek of the wood-panelled floor, the women materialised out of nowhere and weightlessly formed a circle around their sleeping prey. For so long they had drove others out of their dwelling in order to find those would satisfy their appetite. To feast on the deepest of their prey’s fantasies, this one would prove to be a most fulfilling banquet. 

First they caressed her, their touches doing little to stir the slumbering female until their forms began to more physically manifest and present themselves upon her body. Once she awoke, she believed she were in a dream, able to notice the faintest of transparency in the female forms around her while still in a daze. Only when they began to strip her did she realise it were reality, though it was too late. The whispers seemed to penetrate to her mind, telling her that she were in no danger, that they merely wanted to satisfy her desires. Whether it was the way they touched her so tenderly, whether it was the fact that this was her innermost deepest fantasy, or whether they held some kind of power over her, she felt so calm and unfazed by the situation. Somewhere there was a fear, a sense of unease, yet every time her mind tried to override her body’s passive state, the touches and caresses pulled her back within their grasp. Even when she tried to pull away from them just before she was stripped completely naked, the hands clasped around her and held her back in place, indicating that she could do nothing but give in; she knew then that she was theirs for the taking. 

She wasn’t sure whether they could read her mind or her arousal, or whether they had merely done this so many times that they could play any mortal like an instrument, but every touch seemed to resonate more than what anyone had ever accomplished with her before. They teased and tantalised her with abandon until her hips rocked for something more. The female entities then took turns using the vibrator on her, continuously bringing her to the brink before backing off. However many times they had done this, they never grew tired of those wonderful moans, those delightful screams. Those sensations that they themselves could never feel again. How it brought them a little respite, to bring about such sensations that they could never forget. Trapped in a hell of longing, they would make sure to keep their prisoners in this state for as long as possible. To keep her in their snare of pleasure and to hear her constantly beg with need and then beg them to stop. All the while savouring those screams and moans of orgasmic anguish. The cycle continued, her body pushed to the edge with the cruel agony of denial before being plunged into the abyss of forced orgasms.

She did not know which was worse, the need she felt when they kept her from coming, or the torture of enduring that vibrator being pressed against her pulsating clitoris after she came again and again. Any time she tried to stop it, that inhuman grip held her in place and forced her to endure so much more. It was beyond too much but soon realised she would have to take it. Either she could give in and tell them to stop, or withstand this constant barrage of torturous denial and forced orgasms, constantly keeping her locked in a cycle of begging for the other sensation to return, until the end of the night. Even though it was too much, she just did not want this living fantasy to end. Though she felt that even if she pleaded with them to stop, they would not grant her such mercy quite so soon into the evening. 

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pleasuretorture:

Never a warning, never a sign of any change, yet it was
always the same day, October 31st.

She always made sure she was home, the intoxicating aroma of
dread, arousal and anticipation in the air, keeping her within the house every
night on this date as if a prisoner in her own home.

It was always the same pattern, she would lie in bed, drifting
off into the arms of sleep, when the night was at its most still and silent,
the moonlight always shining through as if to bathe her in the most erotic glow
for the unseen intruder, a preemptive spotlight. At first it was simply a
gentle tease, like the softest of fingertips slowly alerting her body, tracing
up and down her frame and waking both her mind and senses. It brought about the
kind of feelings that made her want to touch herself, though whatever it was
never allowed her to do such a thing, it wanted her pleasure brought about by
itself alone.

Not once was a sound made except her own breathing, though
even after all this time, she still couldn’t stop herself from calling out to
it, even though she knew there would be no reply, though that was always when
things began to get too much… it always got too much by the end.

Once she was fully awake and fully aroused, that’s when it
truly began. The gentle touches became a gentle masturbation. An unseen hand
between her legs always knew just how to touch her, as if it had studied her
own masturbation techniques every single day, wanting to use the knowledge to
bring about the most tormenting night of her life every year. Whenever the
covers were pulled back and her clothes were torn off, the touching became more
unbearable, until she was moaning deeply for more; it clearly could have left
her clothing on, as it somehow was able to manipulate her skin through the
fabric, though it seemed to want her to feel even more vulnerable. The
feeling of fingertips teetering around her sex trailed all throughout her body,
as if the air itself were tantalising her, playing with her. While her hands
were frequently thrust up above her head and down onto the bed to keep her
helplessly in place, she could not prevent herself from trying to fight back.
After all, she knew exactly what was to come; hour upon hour of constant
teasing and denial. The being seemed to savour her moans and screams,
delighting in her thrashing around in tortured bliss as what she felt to be a
mouth pressed firmly to her dripping wet delicacy. As if it could read her very
body and mind, it knew just when she was on the brink, able to hold her there
for as long as possible before backing off just that little. Her screams for
more, for mercy, did nothing to dissuade the entity; the torture continued this
way beyond her tears of frustration.

Ever since the first time, it brought about a new sense of erotic
longing for being teased this way, the joys of having her pleasure held back
until that sweet boiling point. Though even through experimenting with herself,
nothing ever came close to being able to match the pure hell that this thing
brought onto her each year. It just continued to suck and lick as her clitoris seemed
to swell and swell more with every passing second. Time was lost to her, though
it felt like it was denying her like this for hours, just feasting on her pussy
in every way to keep her thighs trembling non-stop. Throughout the entire
ordeal, as much as she cried and pleaded and screamed out, there was no denying
that this was always the most erotic experience she ever had, something that
deep down she longed for every year; the feeling of her pussy juices dripping
down her ass and onto the bed were a testament to that.

Finally, once she thought her clitoris was about to explode,
a throbbing button of heat and aching pleasure, it suddenly lifted her hips
further and began fucking her. She could never truly make out the physiology of
the being, as it managed to switch between penetrating her and licking her
fiercely in a heartbeat, with no real pause in between. The mixture of
sensations though devastated her. At times she wondered if she could pass out
from needing to come so bad; that mercy was never granted. Her body was ravaged
with pleasure from beginning to end, hours of being teased and fucked, drilled
relentlessly with only brief periods of slowing down just in a cruel bid to
keep her from coming.

With the sweat and her own juices dripping from her, she was
a wet mess of indescribable, agonising need. Once it knew she could take no
more, it finally let her have what she needed. The following orgasms that it
forced from her body left her delirious. She screamed so much she thought
police would knock on the door, though nothing ever came, perhaps nobody could
hear. She screamed and screamed in orgasmic ecstasy until she finally did pass
out. Though still the being did not let her go that easily, it continued to eat
her out again until she awoke, wanting her to suffer through another hour of
orgasms, no matter how much it had to push her to endure it. Her cycle of consciousness
and brutal pleasure left her powerless. Weakly she begged for it to stop, using
every safe word and plea she could muster, though it was useless. Once she
finally did pass out for the last time, it left her. She would sleep longer and
deeper on this night than any of the year, waking to know that she’d have a
year to prepare herself for it once again… though there would never truly be
any way to prepare herself, and that she’d never truly know what it was. All
she knew was that for whatever reason, she was the object of desire for the
very embodiment of pleasure torture.

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wanttoneed:

dirtythingsthatturnmeonposts:

gentlefemdomloch:

Something about this just seems really nice, maybe it’s just the gentle teasing, and it looks caring and not “I’m going to break your balls type of controlling teasin. I really like this stuff. 

Something about this seems nice? Every goddamn thing about this screams amazing! 😍😍😍

This, for hours and hours. Isn’t that right, babyboy? After all, you are mine to use and abuse however I see fit aren’t you?

What I like most about this is that, when most desperate, humping won’t help at all.

femsubdenial:

jukeboxemcsa:

Sometimes the one receiving pleasure is the one who’s submitting. You might think that going down on your partner is an act of service, an acknowledgement that the other person receives the worship of their body as their right and their due as an owner, but…look at them. Just look at the way that tongue licks away until the sheer bliss of arousal swamps all the other woman’s senses and makes her thoughts fuzzy and foggy and entirely focused on sensation. Look at the way her legs are held apart, so she needs to beg to stop when she can’t take any more ecstasy. That’s not a woman who’s in control of the situation.

And look at the woman who’s licking. Notice the way she’s gazing at her partner, evaluating every moment whether to lick a little faster, spike her tongue into that sweet cunt a little harder…or to wait, to pause and let the urgent need build until the other woman is literally begging her with not just her voice but her whole body to keep going. She’s completely in control. It’s her decision to gift the other woman with one climax after another in rapid succession until the poor thing’s brain simply shuts down, overwhelmed with mindless bliss…or to tease her for ages, idling along with just enough pleasure to keep the young woman’s mind totally centered on her need and desire. She can do anything she wants right now, sure that it will be welcomed and embraced.

You can see the way her mouth moves away for just a moment, just long enough to whisper a command in among the other woman’s moans of arousal. You can tell how easy it would be to let those soft, murmured words mingle with the pleasure to send her partner into deeper and deeper throes of mindless ecstasy. When one person is focused entirely on bliss, and the other person is focused entirely on control, it’s no secret that one of them is going to wind up the dominant and the other the submissive. The pleasure becomes its own beautiful chain, binding every thought into a hunger for more desire, more lust, more orgasmic delight. One of them can do anything she wants, the other wants anything she’s given. It’s really that simple.

And in the end, they will both get what they want. Once those chains are in place, the woman so eagerly receiving pleasure will just as eagerly beg to provide it. The same actions will play out with the positions reversed, but the licking will be an act of thoughtless and blissful surrender and the delicious string of firework-intense orgasms will be the pleasure of a woman who knows that she has exactly what she wants. The same acts, the same motions, but the meaning entirely different. Dominance and submission isn’t about what you do. It’s about what you want and who you want to be.

The woman kneeling wants to pleasure her good girl into compliance. And the girl lying back and letting herself be licked? She wants nothing more than to comply. Isn’t it beautiful?

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pleasuretorture:

You wanted to experience what I can do to you?

I couldn’t help but smirk a little when you first asked. On
the phones at work, those brief moments when you managed to prise the details
of my sexual appetite from my lips. Perhaps it was the tone, maybe the choice
of words, maybe even the way I looked you deep in the eyes as I spoke, but
something sparked that fire, that longing. The curiosity kept getting the
better of you, asking how I did it to the other girls, where you could watch
it, what kinds of toys I used and how I used them. Work was never the suitable
place to answer in detail, but I gave you just enough to keep your imagination
alight. Finally, once I thought your curiosity had run its course, after such
silence on the topic, you asked the question that caused that smirk, the one
you still think of now. How I pictured you teasing and pleasuring yourself to
the content I had led you to, wanting to allow you to explore your desires to
the fullest. Though I never expected the words to drift from your alluring
lips.

“Would you do that to me? Even just once?”

It didn’t take much planning. As you followed me home from
work, the scene playing out in your mind as you wondered what I’d do to you,
the butterflies in your stomach fluttered to a degree that you thought for a
second to change your mind. It wasn’t fear, it was simply the unknown, though
if you did turn back, you’d never know just how good it would have been,
something you’d always regret.

Finally, back at the house and wordlessly led to the
bedroom, the feelings of uncertainty decimated by desire. Slowly I stripped
you, basking in your beauty but careful not to let my touch linger, not yet.
You wondered why there were no toys around, though before you could ask, the
blindfold was slipped on. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip in
anticipation. Once your wrists were tied, you knew that this was exactly what
you’ve needed, what you’ve always truly craved deep down. I then simply lay
beside you, letting one hand drift along your body, teasing you so
deliberately, while telling you that I’m not going to use any toys on you,
instead the only thing you will need is my lips; I want to show you what I
alone can do to you.

While my fingertips traced along every delicate feminine
curve, I kept my mouth an inch from your ear and just whispered. While my
fingers swept your body as if painting a picture of pleasure, my words painted
constant images of eroticism for you mind. I made you imagine so many hands
caressing you, so many fingers exploring your delicacy, so many tongues wanting
to torment you with ecstasy. I made you fantasise of being restrained for hours
and teased with so many toys, feeling them vibrate within and around you while
shining a spotlight on your unspoken desire for your arousal to be the
voyeuristic centre of attention. I made you gasp and writhe at the dream of
being groped, manhandled and tantalised by so many unseen hands, an experiment
of sexuality with you as the test subject to experience orgasms beyond your
comprehension. Simply, I made you drip with need.

Then I brought you back to reality once my fingertip slipped
along the apex of your sensuality. That’s when I told you exactly what I’m
going to do to you. That all I’m going to use is the same thing that has
already aroused you this much, my mouth, my tongue. I described exactly how I
would tease you mercilessly, just constantly trailing my lips along your inner
thighs before circling that little bead of sensitivity with my tongue. I asked
you if you’d seen the video of me going down on one of my subjects for 60
minutes, then informed you that that would look merciful compared to how I’m
going to feast on your achingly aroused, soft, wet pussy. Just the descriptions
alone caused your sex to tremble and quiver in anticipation while my finger
kept strolling over that tender curve. How I’d use the fact that you’d not
experienced teasing much in the past to truly torture you. To keep bringing you
close to the edge and stop, just letting my tongue caress that little jewel of
your clitoris, building you up so much that it would feel so swollen and
sensitive, so much that you’d feel every slight twitch of my tongue resting
against it and daring you to try and come. I told you that there’d be no
escaping it, no way to stop me devouring your pussy in a torrent of lust. I
felt you shiver just a little when I told you how you’d feel your juices
slipping down your ass as your writhed your hips in the desperate need for
orgasm. Just the thought of begging me to let you come had your sex throbbing
in longing. That red hot flame of desire burned within and seeped from you
while I made you focus on how you’d helplessly bask in such agonisingly intense
pleasure.

You nearly squealed out in delight just from the image I
next created in your mind as I told you how you’d come. How it will feel to
have me peel back that clitoral hood and expose that sweet morsel. The way I’d
clamp my lips around it to trap it for my mercy, all for my tongue to lash
against it relentlessly while you’d buck and writhe in the searing flame of
orgasmic bliss. I told you to pull on the restraints just once, just so you
know that this is all you’d be able to do when I keep going. No matter how much
you screamed out that it was too much, I wanted you to know that you won’t
leave this room without coming more than you could ever imagine was possible.

With you panting in arousal, I could tell you that now’s the
time for me to slide down and let you feel every single sensation I’ve
described…

Now I can begin.

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englishgentlemandom:

tickledaemon:

pleasingandteasing:

First to cum is the others lesbian slave for a month . You can’t stop touching

They should both start talking dirty to each other, trying to tease and coerce the other into cumming first…

Like this you mean?

‘Oh god you’re such a fucking slut, you know you want to lose and be my pussy bitch. Just cum already.’

‘It feels so good but your tongue will be better. You’re the submissive, you want this. You cum.’

‘I’m going to use his strap on to take your virginity when you lose. Both holes, that’s what you want isn’t it…’

‘I’m going to shove my whole hand in you till you cum and then pull it out so you’re ruined. Then I’ll make you lick up the mess you make!’

‘Oh my god I love this, can’t we both lose?’

‘Oh fuck, yes, let’s both lose. He can tell us what to do, I want that so much!’

‘Okay, on three, we cum? One, two, three’

‘Oh god yes I’m cumming!’

‘Got you! You’re mine now. You are so stupid… come here and lick me. That’s the last orgasm you’re having all month!’