Just imagine being in her position right now, completely lost in the sensations, trapped in the eroticism.
That motion along your chest, those fleeting little sensations up and down your cleavage, leading that scenic pathway to those slowly stiffening peaks. The little pinch that makes you feel those sharp little tugs from her pursed lips. It’s only when you are desperate for more, once you cannot stand the attention placed solely on your chest, that the motions lead downwards.
Just trailing along your thighs, leading that swirling dance towards that coveted space. The tender motions, almost like brushstrokes, sweeping closer and closer until your hips plead for the contact.
You can feel it so clearly as the lips press right there, the way your wrists would strain against those bonds in a bid for some resemblance of control. Behind the blindfold you can imagine countless lovers and idols of lust. All of them feasting so intently upon that soft sweet sex. How that mouth would work you to a frenzy, just keeping you held in the clutches of bliss but never quite unleashing the fury you need. Always keeping steady enough to not let you veer too close. Not quite to get you to the edge repeatedly, but instead to merely take the very longest route. On and on that mouth suckles and caresses, like the slowest masturbation, just enough to build it but so slowly it takes every ounce of control to not speed up. At this speed, you know what that wondrous lover between your legs knows; once you finally climax it will feel more intense than any other way you’ve masturbated before. But it won’t stop or speed up, that pace will keep you held in the grasp of that orgasm for the longest time possible.
That’s it, get ready for it. You know it’s coming…
Synopsis: She teased me with her delicate and talented fingers, stroking my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of climax. My body arched and strained in my bonds. My cock head felt so taut that I wondered if the purplish skin might tear. Again and again, she wrapped her oil-slick fingers around my head and twisted. She was going to make me cum. I had little doubt that anything could prevent that as this point. Then, she stopped. She put a warm finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhh, I know this is difficult for you. It’s supposed to be…"
You can expect a few hours of this. If your clit continues to twitch on the brink of cumming then I’m entertained.
Then we move to another brush. I only have 10 and I want to see which one(s) drive you the most insane. A few hour sample size is the only way to be absolutely sure. Now stop wiggling and let me get back to scienceing the fuck out of you.
Nice and slow. Over and again. No stopping In sight as your pleas become more desperate. I ignore them again and consider the gag.
This is why you’ve come to me, because you know you can’t control yourself as much as you need. You crave having the power to orgasm taken away. The thought of having someone push you far beyond what you do to yourself became too great. Seeing how wet you were when you entered proved that. It was beyond obvious. I was pleased that it appeared you followed directions of a week of edging without cumming followed by three days of no-touch prior to seeing me.
But you had no idea it would be this bad. That I could be this ruthless. You thought maybe MAYBE an hour. But here we are, passing that milestone two hours ago. Now it takes just three gentle circles of your clit before your clenching comes in quick succession signaling your impending orgasm, clear juices leaking out as you’re left on the cusp yet again, the pleasure nearly unbearable. But wanting more so badly, yet also wanting it to stop. Cumming, stopping, either one but please choose! Of course there is a third option: more.
You recall I said I’d take it easy on you at first. I didn’t want to break you right away. You didn’t quite understand what that meant, but you’re beginning to.
Once the stimulation begins, all thoughts melt away and your body tenses, thighs clenching, breath stopping and eyes rolling back. You know you’re my slutty marionette and are no longer in control of your body. What was once voluntary has become involuntary. Your body is mine and I want it to dance like this for longer. You can take it.
I whisper in your ear, never stopping, how good it would feel if I kept this up and let that orgasm spill over you. I want you focused on the massive orgasm that just continues to build within you like a Tsunami. It’s out there, and building in strength. Can you feel it?
I stop yet again. Fleeting clarity returns. If this is “taking it easy”, what does “normal” look like?
You gasp and that thought is removed as my slick fingers continue their assault anew, the pleasure coming in waves again.
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