Audio – PleasureTorture: Recent Episodes
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"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."
Can you handle the entire tease?
Combining two sensual audio teases into one erotic ordeal.
Meditate on your arousal. Let your palms, the relaxing sounds, and my words sweep you away in bliss. Endure 90 minutes of sensual touching and build-up.
Soundgasm Link
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Unwind and indulge in your state of arousal. Relax as your fantasies guide you towards what your body desires.
A meditative piece of erotic audio, allowing you to focus on another’s pleasure as well as your own.
Soundgasm Link
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Meditate on your arousal. Let your palms, the relaxing sounds, and my words sweep you away in bliss. All by only focusing between your legs… that most tender, delicate curve.
A sensual audio tease with plenty of holding back and waiting for orgasmic release.
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Meditate on your arousal. Let your palms, the relaxing sounds, and my words sweep you away in bliss. All by only focusing on one particular area of your body… your chest.
A sensual audio tease focused on chest and nipple stimulation.
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Soundgasm Link
Take time to enjoy the slow, gentle building of arousal as you explore your body. Soothe within your sexuality, engage with your eroticism and meditate in your masturbation with this sensual audio tease.
A reading of Just A Glitch.
Her Sybian vibrator ordeal is only just beginning. A short audio story involving exhibitionism and orgasm denial.
Just a glitch.
Just a glitch, she thought to herself, hoping. The buzzing once again slowly built up after that abrupt halt. The internet feed continued, so there didn’t seem to be any power outage; she thought that it must have been a malfunction of the Sybian vibrator’s program. It turned her on more than anything to know so many people were watching her in this state of pleasure, ready to see her orgasm over and over again. She had always been so sensitive, so easy to bring to orgasm. Little did she know that the purpose of the set was quite the opposite.
Just as she got close to orgasm once again, the vibrations penetrating to her very core, it stopped just like before. She had no time to voice her concern as it started back up straight away. The people in control of the setup were happily watching her, along with the rest of the viewers online, pleased with what they were seeing. If she knew that the cuffs around her wrist were able to read her heartbeat, as well as sensing any strain she put on them from tensing when she was close, perhaps she’d never have agreed to be restrained. With how sensitive and multi-orgasmic she was, she certainly would not have ever wished to be part of this programme.
Again and again, it turned off right while she was at the very brink. It wasn’t long at all until it became pure torture for her, yet there seemed to be no way out. No matter how much she called or screamed out, nobody would answer. However much she wanted the torment to stop, her body kept responding. Her clitoris could not escape the violent buzzing, keeping her juices gushing down the device. Her body was so aroused that it only took a few seconds each time to bring her there, so close. Just a little flicker of stimulation seemed like it would be enough to tip her over, yet all she could do was wait again and think of all the people watching her, thinking of all the things she imagined them wanting to do to her. Still, it wouldn’t force her just over the edge.
She thought the viewers were watching to masturbate to her ordeal of forced orgasms. Instead, they were taking much gratification in seeing her being teased and denied beyond her limits. The way her thighs clenched each time it stopped right there, the way her mouth hung open in disbelief and pleasure at that moment, the way her chest pushed forward as she tried to grind against the Sybian when it stopped, all the little details were so intoxicating.
Every muscle in her body clenched each time it paused to keep her stewing in ecstatic torment as if her sex tried to unsuccessfully milk out some form of release. She had no idea how much they loved seeing her taken to this new realm, seeing someone cross between the lines of pleasure and torture in ways they could not have comprehended. To see someone pleasured in a new way is a true joy. To see them tortured with it was their dream.
She cried out and begged. Nobody would show mercy, though deep down, she knew that the viewers were adoring those little screams of need.
It’s just a glitch, she prayed.
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A slow, sensual tease focusing on relaxing into the gentle sensations. Let your hands caress yourself not just to focus on the pleasure to come but to embrace the moment itself.
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Audio excerpt ‘An Erotic Encounter’ from the erotic novel ‘Drawn by Desire’ on Smashwords
Audio by PleasureTorture and CreativeIntentAudio. 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.
Below is the entire chapter taken from the novel.
When the afterglow of orgasm faded, Lucy was surprised to see the time. The evening had sped by. Her friends would be picking her up in the taxi to the club in a little while.
After her second hurried shower of the day, she put on her black lace lingerie; their tightness for a second made her think back to the wand vibrator, how she could easily use it against her underwear once before leaving. She abandoned the thought, however, and searched for a tight-fitting dress. While she wanted to wear a perfectly fitting white, two-piece dress, she was not fond of her underwear showing through. It also occurred to her that it had only been a few months since her ex had bought it for her. It still felt strange wearing something from someone she had grown to dislike immensely. Deciding instead on a form-fitting red halter dress, she closed the sliding door of the wardrobe and admired herself in the mirror. The dress accentuated her slim figure. Even though she often wished she had a larger chest, the piece lifted them more prominently while hugging the curve of her ass nicely. Rather sharply, 9 p.m. had arrived.
Lucy’s friends had plenty of time to chat with her while in the taxi and after stopping by a few bars in town. Telling them about the new job seemed a little routine compared to landing on the topic of her new toy. It felt strange being out with her girlfriends these days, as they all had boyfriends now. Talking about sexual things with them seemed a little more awkward than it used to, even when it was just the girls out like tonight.
“Trust you, Lucy, for that to be the first thing you buy,” said Katy, chuckling at the prospect of one of her oldest friends finally opening up a little.
“Tsshh whatever, I remember when we went last time you wanted one,” said Lucy, flushed with alcohol.
“I knooow. It’s just that you are usually so quiet when it comes to that. Last time we were there I suggested getting one and you told me to mind my own business. Now I can just borrow yours,” Katy replied in jest.
“Fuck off,” Lucy playfully snapped back, laughing as Katy smirked. Their blonde-haired friend Emma then carried on the conversation as Katy poured herself, Emma, Lucy and Kirsten the last remnants of their cocktail from the pitcher.
“I don’t know why I got rid of my toys when I moved in with Paul. We used to have a lot of fun with those…” Emma trailed off.
“I often wish you’d have kept a ball-gag to use on Katy when we go out,” interjected Kirsten.
The group laughed before Emma continued, looking toward Katy.
“How are things going with Chris?”
“Really well, thanks,” said Katy, sweeping her dyed red hair away from her eyes and sipping her drink. “Been a lot of fun. He told me we’d get one of those Hitachi wands, still waitin’ though, maybe by Christmas I’ll get one.”
After finishing her cocktail, Lucy responded, speaking loudly over the waves of surrounding chatter from other tables.
“Meh, if you can play with yourself, what else do you need?”
“Exactly!” Lucy’s three friends replied in unison, laughing.
“I’d rather have the fun stuff without worrying about guys for a while,” Lucy added.
“Well, not all guys are total dicks,” remarked Katy.
“You heard from Mark lately?” asked Kirsten, cutting across Katy.
Lucy sneered at the mention of the name. “He seems to have gotten the picture that it’s over. I hope. He hasn’t messaged me for a couple of weeks at least.”
“Good riddance,” said Katy as she downed her drink. “So shall we hit the club then?”
The rest of the group displayed their agreement by finishing their drinks in one gulp.
The queue to Reverb was long but moved fast while the girls passed the time by amusing themselves recalling past nights out, skimming across how drunk they had gotten and some of their more undesirable hook-ups. Once inside, they headed straight up the stairs near the entrance, hoping that the bar upstairs would be emptier than the crowded one below.
Once at the bar upstairs – which was equally busy – they were able to look over the railing to see that the dancefloor was already packed.
“Busy night ain’t it?” shouted Katy over the pulsating beats of electro-house music, the multi-coloured flashing lights reflecting through the darkened club, making the contrast of her dark black dress and red hair more apparent. Lucy simply amused herself with the sight over the dance floor: a sea of movement interspersed with the occasional opening, solely occupied by a swaying tangle of limbs owned by the overly drunk or incredibly enthusiastic.
Drinks in hand, the four girls circled the top floor, overlooking the dancefloor to see if they could spot anyone they knew. After no success, they headed back down and stood to the side of the dancefloor, near the DJ’s booth, standing like swimmers gauging the temperature of the water before diving in.
“We went to school with those guys,” said Emma, cupping her hand to Lucy’s ear and pointing to a group of people who took residence in a small, seated booth on the opposite side of the dancefloor.
“Okay, Katy and I will be around this area or the dancefloor,” shouted Lucy.
Emma and Kirsten then took off over to the group, leaving Katy and Lucy together, nodding along to the suffocating bass which seemed to divide the dancefloor a little.
“I’m going to ask for Return of the Mack,” yelled Katy over the noise.
“Awesome, go for it,” replied Lucy loudly in amusement.
While Katy started chatting to the DJ, a man on the dancefloor caught Lucy’s attention. His figure-hugging red shirt stood out and showed off an athletic physique, sporting eye-length jet-black hair that seemed to make the shirt shine out even more. While dancing calmly along to the rhythm, his eyes peered over into Lucy’s for a moment before snapping back to his vicinity.
After surveying the scene of tight tops, dark jeans, revealing dresses and the occasional trilby hat bopping around, the punchy beat of Return of the Mack kicked in, followed by Katy screaming ecstatically behind Lucy.
“This’ll get you out there.”
Lucy laughed as Katy held her by the hand and practically dragged the smiling girl down the step into the now-heaving pit of enthusiastic revellers. Lucy realised she was near the man with the red shirt. She swayed over a little closer, as much as she could, while Katy jumped ecstatically.
“I haven’t heard this in sooooo long,” said Lucy, leaning into Katy to be heard, though keeping her eyes on the man who had started to dance exuberantly. In the guise of dancing around, Lucy swept across toward him, though it could not have been too discreet as his eyes moved straight to her before he smiled, plainly understanding that she was interested. He took a couple of steps toward her and offered his hand, which she took, and then pulled her towards him to dance. They danced face to face for a moment, after which he twirled her around playfully as the song closed. ‘He could dance well,’ she thought to herself. She noticed Katy was chatting to Emma and Kirsten’s friends now, a little relieved that she had not left her friend alone.
“I love your shirt,” Lucy finally said after they had danced through another song, smiling and stroking the silky material.
“Thanks, I wore it to match your dress,” he replied with a grin that showed off his brilliantly white teeth. “I’m Jonathan… you?”
“Lucy.”
“Good timing. I was about to leave – the friends I was with already left.”
“Great timing! How old are you?”
“26, you?”
“You look younger,” she responded, smiling. “I’m 22.”
“You go to Uni here?” Jonathan asked, leaning closer to her ear as a higher tempo track started with a deafening volume.
“Uh, no. I did, but I’ve just today got a new job.”
“Ah, nice. Congratulations. So d… ahh Beat It! Now this is a tune,” he suddenly exclaimed in joy as the song burst through the speakers. Lucy giggled as he took her by the waist and danced. She enjoyed this contact very much. The idea of enticing him further sent a sizzling sensation through her. She swayed her hips as much as she could, not that she had ever been a confident dancer, but she knew well enough what worked best to either get through a song or give someone an idea of how interested she was. It seemed to work as he pulled her a little closer, close enough for her to smell the citrusy scent of his cologne. She could feel his hands occasionally wander over her frame. Whether he was doing it intentionally or not, she was enjoying it. When his leg slid between her own as they danced, she felt a rush, a flood of instant desire that made her hips move back and forth ever so slightly. Clearly aware of this, Jonathan kept his leg there, occasionally moving his knee just enough to press between her legs. To be doing something which seemed so sexual here, in an open room with so many people, astounded Lucy, though it certainly turned her on in equal measure.
Glancing over Jonathan’s shoulder, Lucy parted from him slightly as she could see Katy approaching, smiling knowingly.
“Having fun, Lucy? I’ve got a shift tomorrow so I’m heading off. You staying?”
“Uhh, yeah, yeah. I’ll stay for a little longer. Em and Kirsten still here?”
“Yeah, they are catching up with their little group. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” she finished, giving Lucy a little hug and smiling at Jonathan, who smiled back.
Turning back to Jonathan, Lucy stood awkwardly for a moment before he took the lead.
“How about we celebrate your new job? Can I get you a drink?”
“Umm, it’s okay. I’ve actually got vodka at mine if you’d like…?”
“Well, I shouldn’t have any more… but I can give you a lift back. Next time we are here I’ll get you that celebratory drink.”
“Next time, eh?” Lucy replied, grinning. She peered over to where her remaining friends were engaged in conversation in a booth and decided to go on ahead.
“Yeah okay, let’s go. Not much happening here now anyhow.”
The drive back to Lucy’s flat was a short one. Jonathan’s car was comfortable, made even more so by Lucy’s approval of his music choice.
“Ahh, I love Depeche Mode!” she chirped.
“Can’t beat the classics. Uhhh, Balamb Street is over the bridge, isn’t it?”
“Yep. So where do you live then?”
“Just over in Birmingham. It was a friend’s party, so I thought I’d pop over. A fair drive, but I like Worcester nights out.”
“So, what do you do any- Oh, it’s this apartment block on the left.”
“Okay. For work, I basically do security.”
“Oh, cool,” Lucy replied as they pulled up on the drive, her throat a little dry and heart pumping from excitement.
Jonathan made to bid her a good night, but Lucy invited him up to hers, deciding that there was still more of the night to be had. She felt comfortable with him, more so with the fact that he had not tried to invite himself upstairs or made any assumptions.
Jonathan followed her through the key-fob activated entry door and up the stairs as Lucy continued, wanting to carry on speaking so as not to begin feeling awkward. “So do you go out a lot in Worcester?”
“Not that much anymore. I used to when I went to university here though.”
“What did you study?” she asked with great enthusiasm as they reached the door to her flat.
“Sports coaching, not that I did anything with it, though I used to do boxing.”
“Nice, no wonder you look so good,” Lucy said with a grin as she took off her shoes.
Jonathan followed Lucy to the kitchen cupboard, where she reached for a bottle of lemon vodka, before replying, “You look amazing, you know,” as his hands pressed to her hips.
Blushing, Lucy spoke in a higher-pitched, surprised tone that gave away the fact that it had been quite some time since she had been in this kind of situation. “Th… thank you. Sure you don’t want a drink?” she asked as she took a sip of her own.
“No thank you, I’ve got to be back home by tomorrow morning, helping my sister move some stuff.”
“Oh, okay,” Lucy couldn’t hide a little sign of disappointment in her voice.
“I don’t have to go anywhere right now, though,” he said softly as he gripped her waist a little tighter and pulled her closer, staring eye to eye. She could almost see her slender face reflected as she looked up into those dark brown eyes.
She grinned and thrust her glass hurriedly down on the table before deciding there and then to let loose and escalate this situation which had her heart racing. The images that the visit to Blue Exotica had instilled, the joy the toy had brought her, the euphoria of finally having a night out clubbing again, and the buzz from the drinks she had consumed had culminated in this aching desire to take this man, this stranger. Darting her head forward, she pressed her lips against his, wondering if Jonathan could taste the subtle hint of lemon as their moist lips pressed together. Cupping her waist and pulling her close to him, he fastened his lips over her bottom lip, sucking it gently. Lucy was in awe of the sensation. So sensual and arousing without being overtly sexual. This was the intimate interaction she had craved for so long.
As soon as their mouths parted, she wordlessly grasped his wrist and led him through the kitchen and living room to the bedroom. The gleam of moonlight reflecting against the large mirrors bathed them as they stood next to the bed. He looked hungrily at her body as he advanced and again seized her waist, pulling her to him. This time it was he who pressed his lips to hers; she was delighted that he wanted her, delighted in feeling she alone was turning this man on.
His palms trailed up along her sides and around her back as he nibbled her soft, full lips. Wrapping his left arm around her waist, he slid his right hand slowly along her body, softly sweeping her outer thigh, up her waist, up her side, feeling the shape of her ass, feeling the arch of her back. Her breath quickened, the warmth expelled against his cheek as they remained locked at the lips, his fingertips slipping up the back of her neck to undo the knot fastening the dress. The dress slipped off her shoulders as Jonathan’s fingers journeyed down her neck and around the side of her chest. Jonathan pulled back from her lips. Lucy watched the delight on his face as his fingers slowly examined her body, exploring every curve of her delicate frame.
Lucy unbuttoned his shirt. She whispered in his ear, her hands moving down his defined chest, “You’ve got me so hot.”
“I haven’t even started yet,” came his deep-voiced response.
Suddenly, he grasped her upper arms and spun her around, leaving her facing the bed, her back to him. His hands again gripped her upper arms, though gently this time, as very slowly he worked his fingers to the loose straps of her dress, sliding them down patiently. This combination of tenderness and control sent a tingle throughout Lucy. The tingle turned into the surge of an electric shock as his lips unexpectedly pressed against the nape of her neck, his teeth nibbling that sensitive little spot. Lucy remained still, relishing the sensation while her dress slid down to uncover her chest, slipping down to her waist, revealing her tight black lacy underwear, and finally dropping to the floor. Her lingerie quickly followed.
She wondered if he could feel the drumming beat of her heart while his fingers trailed along her cleavage. With his chest pressed against her back, he had assumed command over her. Lucy felt so bare, so utterly naked, since she was exposed entirely while he remained nearly fully dressed. Still, she was surprised that his fingers continued to tease along the soft contours of her body in such a deliberate manner. The fact that he had not already urged her to go down on him, or hadn’t bent her over to begin fucking her, had caught her entirely off guard.
Feeling his fingers walking eagerly along her cleavage and around her breasts, Lucy tensed as they glanced over her nipples. Imagining him grinning behind her at her reactions, she sighed deeply in pleasure as he gave those stiff little peaks a firm pinch. Though Lucy was getting a little frustrated at his slow pace, she nevertheless truly enjoyed having this attention being focused on her.
Without warning, Jonathan spun her around to face him, causing her to gasp, caught off guard. She expected him to tell her to get on her knees, ready for things to really start, though to her surprise, he again pulled her close to him with one arm. With his other, he slid his hand down her front at the exact moment he kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as his hand slipped downwards over her soft mound. A jolt of pleasure rose from her core as a single finger stroked back upwards along her cleft. It felt as if liquid desire was flooding her veins.
“Enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked in an amused, deep whisper while the single digit continued to ease up and down her already wet pussy.
“Mmm… y… yes!” she breathed out, her mind’s eye focused on the way his finger was slightly parting the petals of her sex, just pressing down slightly against her entrance, making her yearn for him to push it inside. Each time he toyed with her this way, her pussy twitched for the penetration it wanted.
“Pl… uhhh,” Lucy could not get the word out, a stab of pleasure overcoming her once he traced his finger up over her clitoris, her essence coating it, making it glide silkily over her now engorged little bud. Pushing his thumb against her mound to push back her clitoral hood, the circular motions of his fingertip over her exposed clitoris made her legs nearly buckle, though he held her tightly and kept her upright.
“Plea-” once again she was cut short as Jonathan quickly kissed her, sucking on her lower lip and delighting in the muffled moans while he teased her clit gently. Just the slightest contact with that sensitive button was enough to have Lucy’s hips rocking for more. Each harder press against it and against her entrance was met with a stifled moan. His fingertip once more slid down along the wet line of her pussy lips. Once it sunk slightly into the little place that seemed to try desperately to suck it in deeper, Lucy forcefully pulled her lips away from his.
“Please! Just fuck m…” she gasped the words out before his finger sliding inside took her breath away. The build-up of being teased made the sensation of that penetration so much more of a shock to her body. He left it pressed deep inside, the soft wet velvet of her tightness twitching and clenching around him as if every morsel of her body were quivering in anticipation.
“Tell me Lucy, what is it you want right now?” he asked softly, his eyes boring deeply into hers, a look of ferocious hunger that made something inside Lucy melt.
“I… just please… fuck me… finger me. Please! I need it so bad,” she said meekly, breathing heavily.
Suddenly he slipped his finger nearly all the way out and then back in, driving it within her while keeping her body held tight against his, watching as her eyes clenched shut in pleasure. Her moaning grew as the slapping of his hand against her wetness also increased. Jonathan simply continued to watch her closely, observing every little detail of her joy. To Lucy, there was nothing else but this moment. All thoughts of the night out had vanished. Even the usual self-consciousness which had so often blighted intimacy with others was gone. Her attention was solely on the boiling pleasure being stirred between her legs. Lucy was about to come.
“Fuck… so good! I’m… I’m…”
The way her hips were rocking in a more stuttered way; the way her body began tensing in Jonathan’s grasp; the crinkle between her eyebrows as her eyes clenched, lost in her own sensations: these were all enough to give away that she was close.
“Are you going to come?” he asked, in a tone that seemed quite sure of it.
His voice seemed to drift into her consciousness as if from a distance. Breathing heavily, she responded.
“Yes… yes…”
His fingers continued to thrust in and out until suddenly…
“Nooo… what?? Wh-” Lucy gasped, lost for words as his finger slipped out from within her.
As Lucy’s legs trembled slightly, her body shocked by this sensation of stunted pleasure, Jonathan kept her held tight – a means of keeping her held upright as well as keeping her from escaping his grasp.
“Tell me when you are about to come,” was his only reply as she looked at him in wide-eyed surprise, unable to truly comprehend the sensation she was feeling.
A second finger joined the first, pressing again at her soaking wet little hole, sliding in slowly. Lucy could not think of a response. She could merely squeak with pleasure as the thicker sense of penetration worked into her. Squeezing her waist tightly, Jonathan finger-fucked her hard and fast. It took less than a minute to bring her back to that pinnacle.
“I’m co-” it stopped again before the words could leave Lucy’s trembling lips, his fingers motionless.
“Oh Fuck… what are you-?” before she could carry on, his fingers continued exploring her, delving inside and out as fast as possible.
Lucy’s mind was racing; never had she felt anything remotely like this. It was somehow agony and ecstasy all at once. She wanted to push him away and run, yet at the same time wanted him never to stop fingering her the way he was. She continued to tremble, her legs shaking as if they were unsure how to react to this new sensation. Once the tensing began again, she was sure that there was no way it could be stopped this time. Her orgasm was like a dam ready to burst.
“NOOO! Please no… fuck. Fuck!”
Her legs gave way, yet he was there to keep her from falling. Instead, he pushed her back onto the bed and lay beside her. Before she could instantly reach down and stroke her sex, which was throbbing in need, he gripped both of her hands and pulled them above her head. With one hand he held them there, leaving the other free to introduce her further to this new delight.
“Please, please, please! I need to come. I’ll-” she moaned, but still he replied simply by pressing his fingers inside again and smiling at her.
“Just tell me when you get close,” he said while fingering her hard, the soft, wet sound of his palm slapping against her mound echoing around the room.
The next time she came close, another kiss muffled her moan of frustration. She attempted to close her legs in vain, her body trying to defend itself against this new onslaught of sensation that it could not fathom. By locking his one leg around her and keeping it held apart, she was rendered utterly helpless to him.
Mercilessly he continued again, working his fingers inside her until she was on the very edge of an orgasm, the sound of her muffled indication again making him stop. She turned her head away from him to escape his lips and cried out.
“PLEASE… LET ME COME!”
“Soon,” came his abrupt reply before carrying on his cruel torment of her pussy.
No matter how much she strained, Lucy could not break his grip on her wrists. Every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire with pure frustrated need. She did not know whether she wanted to scream, beg, or cry, though again when she was brought to the brink of an orgasm and it stopped, she knew that she just wanted to come above all else.
“I know it feels torturous. This is called edging… think how intense it will be when I do let you come,” he spoke softly and calmly to her while she moaned and begged ceaselessly.
The feeling of her pussy juice dripping down her ass cheeks made it even more unbearable, a constant reminder of how much her body was succumbing to this torment.
“Please, please, I’m begging you… I need to…” she stuttered, breathing hard between words, her hips constantly shuddering.
It felt like an eternity to her, being held in this limbo of climax, yet something within her was fascinated by the sensation of having so little control over the pleasure. Though even the state of wonder that having no control brought, all that was on her mind was the aching need to come. With each time being brought to the edge of orgasm, it felt as if a knot inside was expanding, a knot that was being pulled tighter and tighter inside her very core, waiting desperately to be unravelled.
On the verge of tears of sexual need, Lucy was about to scream out another plea, yet before she could, Jonathan shifted himself and whispered, “I’m going to make you fucking come harder than you ever have before.”
Suddenly, he slid off the bed, his head coming to rest between her legs as he gripped her thighs. He pulled her towards him, letting her legs rest beside his shoulders. Even though Lucy wanted more than anything to slip her own fingers inside and bring herself to orgasm in seconds, she felt an overpowering need to let this man take her on this sexual experience. The welling flood of pleasure that had not been allowed to gush forth was agonising. The sensation that her pussy was continuously contracting – opening and closing as if willing some further stimulation – was too much to ignore, yet she felt certain that begging further would not help her cause.
Once again, his fingers slid into her quivering sex, effortlessly gliding into her wetness. Almost instantly, she was on the verge – and just as suddenly, he stopped, making her thighs tense against him.
“Oh my God! Please. It… it’s torture.”
She could not control herself; a whimper of pleasure, a scream of longing, every ounce of her sexual torment resonated throughout the room.
Without responding, Jonathan simply thrust his fingers hard into her once again. Lucy’s back arched in need, her hips pushing down into the mattress as if unable to cope with this state of orgasmic denial. Still, he continued fingering her.
“I… I’m…” Lucy gasped, unable to control her voice, moaning in a mixture of pleasure and utter frustration.
Just as Lucy had thought he was to stop, his lips suddenly pressed against her mound, sucking her aching jewel while his fingers penetrated her fiercely. Her body tensed as she held her breath until finally, it came. Everything seemed to clench: her eyelids, hands, toes, and every muscle, paralysed by the instant eruption of indescribable pleasure. At first her mouth was open in a silent scream before a high-pitched squeal escaped her lips. Jonathan continued fingering and sucking her. The orgasm seemed to roll on and on without relenting, locking Lucy within it.
“Fuck… Fuck… Oh God!” she tried to speak further, but the words would not come. This was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, yet still the stimulation was not stopping. Her legs automatically tried to close, to tighten against this erotic assault to her sex, yet the man would not stop. Lucy reached down to stop him, to let him know that she was too sensitive now, though with his free hand he simply took hold of her wrist and held it there while continuing.
“Okay… okay, I already… I… I’M COMING AGAIN.”
As fast as the first had taken her, the second orgasm sprang upon her, rolling quickly into a crescendo that she could not avoid. It was as if her mind was in another place in the room, watching this unfold, simply an observer of the overstimulation her body was receiving. The second orgasm was not as powerful, yet it still took the breath from her lungs in her now exhausted state. Never had she climaxed twice in a row, yet being forced to endure it, having someone else control it, had such a drastic effect.
“Okay, okay, stop… please! It’s too much,” she cried out, yet it did not stop him from relishing in her trembling body. Her hips rolling and trying to twist away to no avail, that entire segment of her sexuality remained so finely trapped for this man’s delight.
As much as she wanted to fight it, he would not relinquish this hold he had on her body. No matter how much her hips bucked and her waist twisted, his mouth followed, staying clamped around her tenderness, her free hand pushing against his head to no avail.
“No… no… I’m…” she both didn’t want to come and wanted desperately to come again all at once, though there was no choice; every inch of her convulsed in an orgasm that made her see stars. Even the wet sounds of his fingers mingling with her pussy juices seemed distant, though her sense of presence returned slowly as he began to slow down. His mouth remained against her sex while his fingers withdrew. Now only the sound of her panting could be heard. With his hands resting around her hips, his attention to her clitoris felt gentler.
“Ohhh… fuck… okay… okay… I can’t come anymore.”
Her clitoris felt like it was twitching within his lips as if it were separate from the rest of her body. His tongue circled it slowly, occasionally slipping over the tip of it, which made her squeak in shock and her body jerk. With him being this gentle now, she didn’t fight him, though she was too exhausted even if she wanted to. Without looking at her or uttering a word, he continued to tease her overstimulated clitoris until finally, defying Lucy’s belief, the familiar tingles of orgasm began emanating within her. As she looked down, she felt so sexy having this man want to play with her like this, so clearly turned on by making her come.
“I’m coming!” she breathlessly called out.
At that moment, Jonathan sucked on her clitoris hard, trapping it within his lips, exposed and accessible for his tongue to lash against it. This made Lucy claw at the bed and scream out in pleasure as she came, throwing her head back in the throes of ecstasy.
As she slumped back against the bed, Jonathan removed his mouth from her pussy – red, swollen and shining with her juices. Feeling him lying down beside her, Lucy was too spent even to turn and face him.
“You seemed to enjoy that?” he said with a chuckle, his hand trailing up and down her torso soothingly.
“That was… I’m still shaking,” her voice was ragged.
“Just relax and breathe. No need to do anything more.”
With that, Lucy smiled. She wanted to play with him a lot more, though she could barely move right now, amazed that she had not passed out from the last orgasm. Closing her legs tightly, she wondered if the throbbing of her clitoris would ever go away.
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As Sarah steps into her bath, her world suddenly morphs into a dream that she may not so easily be able to wake from.
How long will she be teased by the mouth between her thighs?
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Unseen forces carry out your most erotic fantasies in this erotic-horror audio tease.
Just as you’ve requested from the invisible beings every night, you hear whispers of erotic scenarios while being sensually touched. If only they’d give you more attention…
Written version below
Don’t you want us to eat you out? Imagine us sucking and licking.
Those whispers return every night, just as you’ve asked them to.
Once again, naked on the bed. You feel their fingertips, countless fingers, teasingly trailing over your chest. A single digit slides down your neck and down your cleavage. It’s as if you are being played with by the air. Nothing in sight. Yet the sensation is unmistakable. Fingertips pressing to your skin leading down. Down over your stomach… so close as it leads further down… and back up.
We could peel back your clitoral hood, expose that tender cherry, and torment it all night.
You knew that they’d return, just as they have done every night, as you had asked them to.
Teasing around your chest in slow circles, hoping that a palm might graze your nipples, already so stiff with anticipation. But they are careful. Those ghostly fingertips, teasing so softly, avoid giving you what you so need.
Finally, circling around your nipples and backing off, the circles grow wider again as you claw at the bed in frustration, wanting them to do so much more. If only you could feel a pinch, or perhaps a nibble. Perhaps have them licked. That would be wonderful. But no, your chest is now massaged gently. Yet, still no contact directly to your nipples.
How many times have you begged them to do more to you? You had hoped that your pussy would get the attention it craved, to be masturbated or finger fucked hard, or finally have a mouth clamp around your clit and suck. Perhaps to feel that deep penetration. But they did not take heed of your request. Just like every night, they asked one simple question…
Every night, you get the same question posed to you.
Would you like us to return?
And you always answer yes.
You’re always begging them for tomorrow to please touch you more, to please finger Fuck you, or suck you or do anything more to you. Instead of just teasing you and leaving. You want them to take you, yet the whispers continue requesting that you do not play with yourself.
Anytime they are gone, you have to avoid playing with yourself each day and night until they arrive, just in case it would have prevented them from coming.
On this cold winter’s eve, you waited. The thunderstorm outside occasionally lighting up the sky, casting a silhouette in the room of just yourself alone. Yet, you sense you are being watched by so many people, countless people standing around, so many to watch you stripping down. There are so many to see the number of fingers sliding over you. Touching you, caressing you, yet avoiding between your legs. Focusing on your upper body, caressing your chest now, hearing those quiet whispers tormenting you.
You always ask us to hold you down. You can’t contain yourself without us taking command of your body.
We’ll continue setting your mind alight. Imagine us making you come over and over. Let your fantasies run on overdrive. You don’t want us to stop or let you go, whether we let you come or not.
Their touches trail across your body, now circling around your chest again, ever so slowly leading inwards. As you continue arching your body for more, the circles get smaller and smaller, constantly keeping your nipples in your mind’s eye.
You keep your hands flat on the bed as you lie there, wanting to let them do their work on you. Finally, your nipples are circled. They brush over your stiff tips once for every ten times they circle around them.
Is that the relief you need? Just a single stroke over your nipple for every ten circles. It looks like it makes you shiver in even more frustration. Perhaps you’d prefer it if we used paintbrushes directly on them for the entire night? How long would it take until you were screaming and crying for more firm stimulation?
Such a long way away from a cock, from fingers, grinding inside you. Fucking you roughly. It would be so easy to penetrate you such as you need. Yet, still, you’d give anything just for a firm pinch to your nipples.
Now, the fingertips just trail up and down your cleavage. Palms occasionally bush over the tips of your nipples, though the focus remains on the central line from your neck to your stomach, trailing between your breasts.
Those hands wouldn’t just be teasing you; they’d be groping you roughly if you were being fucked. Feeling those balls slapping against you as every inch drove inside. Think of how your chest would be squeezed and held and manhandled during such intense passion. Yet here you are, the softest fingers, countless in number yet all focused on tormenting your chest.
Grinding your hips with desire and anticipation, you feel the fingers slip all across your midriff and sides. You breathe deeply as your chest rises and falls. You pray it attracts more attention, for them to at least pinch you roughly.
Lazily, the fingers continue gliding up and down, your heart beating with anticipation and need, your mouth open as you moan, exhaling your passions.
You want those balls slapping your ass while he fucks you harder and harder. You would scream out for him to fuck you faster. It’s never enough, so we’ll keep you in that state of longing.
You keep swaying your body and arching your back for more.
For your efforts, you receive a little brief pinch to your nipples. And again, the fingers trail back up and down your cleavage. And another light pinch, so gently.
Again, up and down.
Good girl, so fucking gorgeous.
The fingers move upwards a little more. Just teasing softly over your collarbone. Left and right. As they meet the centre, they slide down your cleavage. They continue that pattern, just trailing over your collarbone and back down the centre. The palms barely pressing over your chest.
We can feel the stiffness of your nipples poking against these palms.
You wish you could see them, to bring some physicality to their actions. It would be easier to beg them to touch you more if you could see your tormentors.
If only you could see these mouths, ready to suck your nipples, to suck against your sensitive clitoris endlessly.
They keep you held down. Your wrists held, your upper body held, just as you requested them to the first night and the second and the third.
You forget how many nights it has been. Yet you’ve always felt so comfortable and safe with them.
Your passion, desire, and pleasure are clearly their only focus. Devouring your constantly rising arousal instead of your soaking wet pussy.
Imagine tongues lapping away at your wetness, while teeth pressed to those achingly stiff nipples. If only you could feel pressure against those tender points.
And once again, the fingertips glide fully in a circle around your chest, across your collarbone, around the sides, down over your stomach and back upwards along your cleavage.
Now, directly around each breast and just trailing over your chest. Fingertips sweeping up and down: the thumbs brushing your nipples on the downward motion, fingers gliding around them on the path up.
Every tongue of every lover. All combine to make you constantly convulse in orgasmic bliss. Every cock you’ve ever felt inside your body, pulsing and swollen. Every finger that has wanted to explore you so thoroughly. All combine to make you scream in bliss. It’s what you crave, isn’t it? It makes this slow torture so much worse to endure.
The whispers ensure you picture things far more graphic, direct, and explicit than what the actions entail. The juxtaposition of such soft, slow, gentle teasing with the rough, intense imagery they conjure.
Lying on your back, your legs spread, his cock pounding you while someone else was down there, sucking on your clit at the same time.
The fingertips sweep left and right over those nipples, making you arch into it, wanting more.
You can hear it, can’t you? The wet sounds of penetration. Your dripping wet opening being pummelled. Perhaps you need those same fingers that tease your nipples to be inside you. They could penetrate you faster than a cock ever could.
Out of nowhere, a firm pinch against your nipples.
They pull them up and suddenly release them. They go back to circling them again.
Just like every night, you wonder whether it’s worth screaming out and begging them to do more to you or whether it’s better to simply lie there and let them do their work. Their incredible erotic work.
They grope you now, groping you just as you wanted. Firmly. Almost making you imagine being in the midst of those passions they had made you fantasize about.
They return to circling your chest again after thirty seconds of groping.
They circle you for a few seconds before groping again. Continuing that pattern of circling and then squeezing, making you wonder if they might return to giving you the pinches you crave.
With flattened palms, they stroke over your chest, letting only the tips of your nipples feel the contact you so desperately need.
Just as you make to beg them, to cry out for more, it happens. They are pinched, roughly pinched and tweaked. Rolled back and forth between thumb and finger. It’s what you needed, what your body has been crying out for. It doesn’t stop. The firm attention to those stiffened peaks. You arch into it, your ass pressing into the bed, your shoulders pushing against the mattress, lifting your chest up to embrace the attention you have finally received.
Good girl.
You feel like you could weep as the pinching stops, as all touching ceases.
Would you like us to return tomorrow?
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A few words at a Christmas party come back to haunt her.
An erotic audio story featuring teasing and sensual massage.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
The written story below:
Christmas Eve, the flicker of a flame bathing her smooth skin, a mere ember compared to the inferno of need that raged within her. She swayed her hips a little, hoping to entice the man standing beside her at the foot of the bed, yet it was to no avail. Still, his hands continued to massage her. Tantalizing her, his hands continued gliding along her back, caressing her raised ass cheeks, coursing along her sides, outlining the contours of her delicate frame. If only he’d touch her more instead of only teasing the sides of her breasts, instead of merely toying with the lips of her sex, so exposed and easy to penetrate.
Her pussy could get no wetter, so plump with arousal, doing all it could to invite those calculated fingers into that silky soft delicacy. Yet he was deliberate. There was still so much more time.
“Turn,” he whispered, gently yet commanding.
She smiled as she turned. Surely this would be the time?
As she turned over on the pillows while he coated his fingers with more of the lubricant, she looked around for a clock. To her disappointment, he had removed any indication of time. Only his phone alarm would indicate when Christmas day officially arrived.
Now on her back, the mistletoe hung in full view above them – the cause for her predicament. He wanted her to see it once he filled her with disappointment again, denying her the fulfilment of giving her the orgasm she so desperately craved. With her hips raised by the pillows beneath, her womanhood was so fully presented to
him, yet still he merely traced his fingertip around her mound.
Her body trembled as his fingers slowly and deliberately circled the stiff peaks of her nipples, threatening to give her the relief of pinching them before stopping and tormenting her pussy once again. She finally broke down and began begging him once he toyed with her clitoris. The way he peeled back her clitoral hood to expose that tender morsel before circling it cruelly, forced her to plead for the orgasm she had been torturously denied for so long. Just a pinch, the thrust of a finger – anything.
“Not until we kiss under the mistletoe.”
Her mind raced back to their Christmas work do, just a couple of days ago. How they’d been with their colleagues, standing together under the mistletoe when he leaned forward to kiss her. Her words became her own torment, ‘no mistletoe kisses until Christmas,’ she had said with a cheeky laugh. She had stopped him then, but right now, she’d do anything for that kiss.
Clawing at the bed in the agony of desire, she had no idea how long until he’d make her come. 10 minutes? An hour? He’d tease her relentlessly for as long as it took.
All she was certain of was that when the time came, she knew exactly where she wanted him to kiss her.
Will she experience the release of orgasm? Listen in as she is instructed to hold back until she can no longer take it.
Audio featuring PleasureTorture and ‘Z’.
An erotic audio tease to tantalise you further as you use your vibrator to bring yourself to new heights of pleasure.
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An erotic audio tease featuring slow teasing and denial. Enact every action as you imagine multiple hands teasing you relentlessly, taking their time to fulfil your deepest fantasies.
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Give in to your exhibitionist desires once again, letting your imagination take hold as you tease yourself in a nightclub.
An instructional audio tease focusing on indoor public play.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
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First you focused on ‘Your Nipples’ so now it is time to lead your fingers down your body.
An audio tease focusing solely on your clitoris. Bask in the pleasure as you arouse yourself with gentle stimulation, tantalising between your legs with delicate touches. Perhaps, when you are most in need, you’ll feel a mouth wrap around it.
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A reading taken from ‘It Started So Playfully‘ written by PleasureTorture.
Reading by: CreativeIntentAudio**
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An audio tease focusing solely on your nipples. Bask in the pleasure as you arouse yourself with gentle stimulation, tantalising your upper body with delicate touches. Perhaps, when you are in need, you’ll feel a mouth wrap around them… Perhaps once it is all over, you’ll soon get chance to touch elsewhere…
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Give in to your exhibitionist desires and play outside. You might get caught, but that’s part of the thrill. An instructional audio tease focusing on outdoor play.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
Submitted by Izzy
Playing along to the Private Show audio, trying to endure the pleasure and not climax. Will she complete the challenge or suffer a ruined orgasm?
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Hear the writer’s torment come to life in this erotic horror audio story.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
An audio collaboration with Minxy and Creativeintentaudio.
Original story below.
“Good girl, don’t stop – keep rubbing that throbbing clit for me. I want to just jump through the monitor and torture you with my own fingertips.”
“Please!! It’s too much, I need to come… I neeeeeed to come. Fuck I can’t hold it!”
“Don’t you dare come or I’ll ruin your next 5 orgasms in a row.”
“Pleeeeeease!!!”
“Stop. Just circle it for 10 seconds. No, begging isn’t going to help. How badly do you need to come?”
“Oh God… fuck. OH GOD. More than… I can barely talk. More than anything. I’ve been desperate for days. I’m begging you to let me come. Please. My pussy can’t take it anymore.”
“Get close again. Just think of my mouth torturing you right now, my tongue slipping back and forth over your mound, flicking your twitching little clit until your hips are shaking.”
“PLEEEEASE! My hips are already shaking. I need to… I’m going to-“
“-Stop. Hands away. Good girl, I love seeing your hips rocking in need. If you travel and visit me, perhaps I’ll be able to give your pussy what it needs most. Just imagine me fingerfucking you hard right now while sucking your clit mercilessly.”
“Can I please touch it? Just the thought alone nearly has me on edge.”
“No… that’s enough. You’ll have to wait.”
“Oh no please please please. That’s too cruel. It’s been two weeks. I’m desperate. I just HAVE to come.”
“No. Not today. Suffer with need until we next can play. I have to continue writing more for today.”
“One day you’ll know just how it feels,” she growled in warning, though was met only by a cold laugh from the one who had brought so much pleasure along with so much frustration.
With that, the writer ended the webcam session, putting an end to any hope for her to receive the relief she desperately needed. Another follower, another victim, whom he had brought to a knife edge, left dancing in his web of cruel ecstasy.
You reap what you sow.
How many moans had he elicited? How much erotic anguish had he been responsible for? How many times had the words he had written, and sent out into the world, caused for the most exquisite torment?
For years he had penned stories capturing the imaginations of so many. So many online sessions where he had tormented countless women with the possibility of climax, only to deny them and leave them wanting more. At least a decade spent detailing every facet of sexual longing and exploration. So many women, all enraptured by every stroke of his pen. So many were introduced to the world of slow sensuality, reading his scenarios which all had them teasing themselves intently, denying themselves their climax until his pen dictated it. All those squeals of longing which he had been solely responsible for.
Edging: the act of pleasuring oneself to the brink of orgasm, then holding it back, denying oneself again and again until the need for release was unbearable. Like invisible hands extending from him, his stories and instructions seemed to caress his readers, touching them from afar and introducing many to a world of arousal, frustration, and overstimulation. There was no telling how many people he had brought to tears of need through his detailed events and instructions. What he did know for sure however was how much pleasure it gave him to know just how intensely he had made these readers come; all the edging, all the denial, culminating in countless eruptions of pleasure.
Sometimes he would feel especially cruel, writing out scenes and instructions detailing ruined orgasms. He knew how much his readers would suffer from this; building up that well of need, ready to burst, only to then have the sensation ruined – to be instructed to stop masturbating right at the point of climax. Such cruelty, causing the joy of orgasm to be replaced with the frustration of not being able to fulfil the desires, a climax ebbing away instead of gushing forth.
Every word from the writer’s pen was etched with lust, with desire, with a longing to induce unimaginable pleasure to every reader before being sent out into the world. What aroused the readers most though was the understanding that everything he wrote was fueled with cruelty.
Cruelty craves company.
When he woke in a haze, he was already stripped naked. Everything around the bed seemed to be in a fog, so he had no idea whether it was day or night.
A woman massaging his torso was quick to tell him that this was no dream before addressing him further.
“That’s it, simply relax and enjoy what is in store for you.”
With how she began to move her hands down his front, towards his already erect length, he would not have tried to get away even if he weren’t already seemingly under a spell which rendered him dazed and immobile.
‘What kind of black magic is this?’ he wondered to himself as he struggled to move at all.
Wordlessly, she began stroking him, lovingly embracing his length with her palms. While she did not have any oil on hand, it certainly felt as if she had coated his member in the silkiest of concoctions. It was as if the most perfect sensation of masturbation had been plucked from his mind. Every inch of his cock burned with pleasure, so swollen and erect that it felt three times its size. Occasionally she would return to massaging his torso, layering kisses from his chest down to the base of his cock, before returning to stroking him.
He had no idea how long this went on, time itself did not seem to exist. Every time he tried to tell himself that this was a dream, ignoring the fact that the sensations were too real, too intense to be a scenario within his mind, the woman assured him further, “This isn’t something you’ll simply wake up from.”
As she continued to stroke his length from base to the tip, the writer began to wish that she would wrap her wonderful lips around him. The wish soon turned to a prayer, which soon turned to a declaration of need, “Please!!!”
She ignored him and continued to work her hands very slowly and sensually up and down, before paying much attention to the head of his cock. She circled and teased the bulbous tip, backing off each time his cock danced to her touch on the brink of orgasm. Once she began flicking her tongue against his frenulum, tormenting that tender underside of his cock, he could feel precum flooding out, trailing down his shaft.
If he were able to think clearly, with thoughts unburdened by the all-consuming need for sexual release, he’d perhaps have recognized her from a picture long ago. One of the first pictures he’d received, a provocative image sent in appreciation from his earliest follower, the reader of his very first story. She had edged many times to his work ever since that initial time.
However this manifestation of hers came to be, from whatever black magic he could guess at, she was to tease him to the brink for as many times as he’d caused her to endure since day one to now.
“Please, you’ve had me on the edge for so long… so long! Please let me-”
His sentence caught in his throat as she then engulfed him. Every inch of his cock seemed to be straining against itself within her mouth as she worked her lips up and down. Somehow, he had not come, yet the intensity was overwhelming. So many times being brought to the brink all concentrated into one central, stiffened relic of agony.
With a loud ‘pop’ she released him and spoke, “I’m not going to let you come that easily, silly.” She smiled longingly at him, then began stroking him rapidly. “Tell me when you’re right on the edge.”
With how sensitive to the touch his manhood was, he was shocked that he hadn’t erupted after the first couple of strokes, yet still he was able to last another minute of mind-numbing ecstasy before signalling, “I’m going to come!”
She let go of his length, which twitched and pulsated with need, desperate to be held, to be touched.
“You should be careful with whom you choose to be your victims. How many people do you think you’ve caused to edge? How many times has each person endured that sensation of denial?”
Suddenly she was gone before he could think of an answer, and in her place without warning was another woman.
“Hush now. No need to be confused, just focus on how swollen those beautiful balls of yours are, how tight they must feel. Fuck I want to ride your cock right now. It looks so painfully hard. I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long.”
“Who are you? How is this happeni-”
Placing a forefinger against his lips, she silenced him and replied.
“You’ll have hours and hours to ponder the answers. Though some of us you might recognize, many you’ve never seen before. But every single one of us will unleash the same upon you which you had given us.”
With that, she crawled up atop him, straddling him so that his erection was between her legs. He simply watched as she slid her pussy back and forth along the underside of his cock.
“Please, I… I’m aching for more.”
With that plea, the woman lifted her hips and guided him within her.
In the writer’s state of hypersensitivity, he could feel every quiver of her pussy, every sensitive fold convulsing around his twitching length which became entombed in slick pleasure. He watched as her breasts swayed up and down while she rode him, the stiffness of her nipples hypnotizing him in a display or pure arousal.
“Do you think your cock could take feeling my pussy glide up and down one hundred times before it exploded, before you came for me?” she asked, smiling at him, her eyes piercing him with mischievous desire.
‘Not a chance’ he wanted to shout out, feeling like just once more would easily make him come, but he wanted it so badly that he had to conform. “Yes… yes, just please let me.”
She then began bouncing up and down quickly, making him gasp with every downward thrust, burying him to the base within her. He knew he should have climaxed by now, yet he held back his cries of need. All he had to do was last.
Seventy-six… seventy-five. Utter torment.
Forty-two… forty-one. Her pussy juice was dripping down his balls.
Twenty-nine… twenty-eight. He tried desperately to thrust up as well, to no avail.
Ten… nine. His cock felt like it was ready to explode.
Two… one. Mercifully, he’d escape the prison of her wet, writhing walls trapping his tortured cock.
Zero… she stopped. He remained buried within, right on the edge.
“FUCK… Please!!! I’m begging you! Let me come.”
As he begged and pleaded, she convulsed on top of him, clearly in the midst of an intense orgasm while his length twitched within. Once it was over, she seemed to fade and disappear, just as the person before had.
“Fuck me from behind,” came the order of a different woman, who was now standing at his side. Without any effort on his part, the writer stood and carried out the action, as if he were merely a puppet with invisible strings. Whatever black magic this was, he was unable to control a single movement, like he was merely a character in someone else’s story.
The woman knelt on the bed as he thrust within her, his hips seemed to be guided, plunging deeply inside to the hilt. He fucked her hard, though he felt like a passenger, watching as his length slid deeply within and back out without being in control of a single motion, his hands gripping her waist.
“Please… I need to come,” he could still speak of his own accord. The moment he was on the brink, one thrust away from erupting, she called out.
“Stop.”
His hips pulled away, the tip of his cock just resting against her swollen red pussy lips, precum dripping onto the bed.
She turned onto her back, looking up at him. “Let’s try that again, I want you to be on the edge while you’re inside me this time.”
“PLEASE. I’M BEGGING YOU. LET ME COME!”
“I’m sorry, I can’t. Don’t you see… every single person you have edged and teased from your stories, every girl who has experienced their first moment of teasing. Every female who has masturbated to your scenarios. They all will edge you as many times as you have caused them to edge. You will experience every moment of denial that you have caused. Again, and again and again. It will not stop until every single moment of edging has been reciprocated.
“But… that could be thousands of times before I get to come!!!”
“Before you get to come? You’re forgetting… you also ruined many orgasms… so you’re enchanted cock is going to experience every ruined orgasm you have caused. Your throbbing length is going to feel so many ruined orgasms before you get to fully climax… and then you’ll have to experience every orgasm you’ve ever given as well.”
With that, his hips began thrusting back and forth, once again beginning his hellish denial.
She was quick to tell him that this no nightmare either. He would not simply wake up from this torment.
The writer’s pen was no longer in his own control. The entity of every woman who he had edged and teased through his stories and through online webcam sessions would visit him. Whether he had caused them to edge once, or one hundred times, he would suffer the same fate, unable to control his own body while they used him like a toy. His cock would throb and twitch, fit to bursting, yet he would not receive the mercy he would soon beg and plead for.
In a state of near delirium, after every moment of near climax and after being held on the brink for what must have amounted to hours overall, the final person would show: the very last person who he had done a session with.
“I’m going to edge you as many times as you edged me, just like the rest. But remember, don’t be foolish enough to think that you’ll finally get to come after all of that. You may have suffered through hundreds if not thousands of times being brought to the brink… but don’t forget how many ruined orgasms you’ve been responsible for as well.”
The writer would be in a hell of his own creation.
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There’s only one thing to focus on during this instructional audio tease… that mouth you crave, and where you want it to be sucking on most.
Content created by: PleasureTorture
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Submitted by Creativeintentaudio.
Playing along to the Private Show audio, trying to endure the pleasure and not climax. Will she complete the challenge?
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Submitted by Minxy.
Playing along to the Private Show audio, trying to endure the pleasure and not climax. Will she complete the challenge?
Listen to Veronica as her sexual fantasy takes on a life of its own.
Collaboration with: Minxy
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Original story:
“Please! Please! I’m begging you!!”
Depending on what time you arrived, that plea could either have been a desperate cry for anyone to let her come, or a tortured scream for the orgasms to cease.
It all began with a simple suggestion.
“How about we use me to draw people in.”
The rest of the group weren’t sure what Veronica had meant, however when she explained the idea further, they were all on board. It had been a long time since this group of friends had attempted to raise money for their college dormitory. Though even the last event, selling erotic artwork, had proven unfruitful in trying to make enough to upgrade their common room facilities.
Having done some modelling shoots recently, Veronica had built up a little following at the college. She thought it would be a good idea to use her rising allure to entice people to come to the event. Keeping things under the radar, the group had been able to host some very sexual parties in the past; this would be no different. Veronica reasoned that there would be many people in the college who would pay good money just to touch and fondle her. While her friends agreed with her that all patrons must remain fully clothed, they certainly had bigger ideas for the event – and for Veronica.
When the night came, while wearing her favourite lingerie and restrained to the central common room chair, Veronica was almost shaking with excitement. She had fantasised so often about being the centre of voyeurism and public play – this was a dream come true. Before it began, her friends blindfolded her; Veronica was now a prisoner to her fantasies and her heightened sense of touch. With her wrists and ankles secured to the chair, she was free to give in to her desires.
For $5 every person had up to five minutes to touch, caress and grope her. The thought of being so exposed while all of these people were free to explore every inch of her body with little restraint kept Veronica sizzling with excitement. Once she felt fingertips tracing along her skin she instantly sighed with delight; merely the anticipation and her fantasies already had her wet with arousal. With the blindfold, she had no idea who may have been touching her, whether a man, a woman, a stranger or somebody she knew. All she knew was that every touch was intended to elicit a little moan of pleasure. Her thighs, her sensitive pussy, her neck, her waist, her cleavage, her breasts, her achingly stiff nipples… so many places for those eager hands to tantalise. Every little touch, pinch, stroke and tweak made Veronica writhe in the seat, wonderfully helpless as the pleasure was piled on. She couldn’t keep up with each sensation, each individual touch amassed to one sweeping motion of ecstasy – each single facet coming together for a single purpose – like an orchestra of arousal.
First there was the anticipation, then the longing, then the arousal, and then came the frustration. Every time it seemed as if the multiple clawing hands, exploring fingers and massaging palms were working in unison towards Veronica’s crescendo, they slowed down and then stopped. Five minutes was no time at all, just enough to bring her to a pinnacle, making her moan and rock her hips as a signal that their touches were having the desired effect, then stopping – ready for the next in line. She began to get more vocal, until finally she needed to start begging. The only responses came from her friends, every time telling her, “No!”
If only she had known that her friends had also created a little game with everyone, stating that whoever was the first to make her come would have to pay an extra $50. Perhaps then she would have known why each person was slowing down every time she got close, and why every plea for someone to finger-fuck her and to stroke her clitoris harder fell on deaf ears.
Most of the time it was a group of people surrounding her and working her to a frenzy, though occasionally a single person spent their five minutes playing with her body. When it was just the one person, she could follow every single path of movement, every sensation, so much more vividly. Whenever it was just one person kneeling between her legs, circling her pussy, keeping her little entrance convulsing constantly in need, she repeatedly begged for more. Veronica had given up trying to count how many people had taken their turn. Forgoing any pretense of restraint, she simply screamed out that she needed to come, begging anyone to just penetrate her. Soon she began pleading for someone to fuck her. Any finger that approached her mouth she sucked enthusiastically, hoping to excite them enough to force the need to just feel their cock inside her wetness. Still, they would not give in. She was just so close.
She didn’t know that her friends had brought toys; once the first vibrator was pressed to her throbbing clitoris, she knew that there was no way they could keep her orgasm at bay any longer. The moment she cried out that she was coming, she heard the annoyed exclamation from the perpetrator. Veronica did not hold back, squealing out ecstatically, her body arching in bliss, wanting every attendee to bask in her delight. The one who had caused this however made sure to get his money’s worth: the vibrator stayed in place, pressing a little harder to her hypersensitive jewel. As Veronica came down from her pinnacle, expecting the show to be over, the person in control of the toy did not relent. With the device pressed to her pussy, Veronica pleaded with the man to let her rest, that her pussy was too sensitive. He didn’t listen, he simply let the vibrator drag her towards another orgasm.
The predicament, and being at the centre of her deepest fantasy, caused Veronica to be a prisoner to her body’s desires. Even once the five minutes were up, more people were ready to take their turn. Now that she had come, and was clearly multi-orgasmic, nobody felt the need to hold back. She was trapped between what she wanted and what she could handle; her body had become so sensitive that even the little glancing touches to her nipples made her want to recoil and recover. Yet with every five minutes, they were able to force another orgasm from her trembling body. Every new sensation made her yelp in pleasure: finally the fingers that had teased her so cruelly were now delving inside her, working her to a frenzy. The dildos and vibrators that her friends had provided made her shake with every thrust, giving her the penetration she had begged for. Even once someone knelt between her legs to wrap a mouth around her clitoris and suck it intently, she groaned in delight at the sensation before screaming out that it was too sensitive after the next orgasm took its toll.
Veronica, on display – succumbing to the wicked sexual desires of the attendees and her friends – had no idea how many people at the college had known about this event.
“Please, how many left? I can’t take anymore orgasms!”
Her question wouldn’t get a response. Her friends knew just how much Veronica wanted this, and just how happy she’d be to raise a lot of money. They had advertised this event not just across the college, but in various swingers clubs throughout the area. There were so many people who had attended; Veronica would be pleading with every single one of them to let her rest, just for a moment without her body being touched. She had no idea just how many people wanted to force her to orgasm over and over again, how many people wanted to watch and hear her moan and shake in rapture.
Veronica, on display – forced to orgasm while restrained… repeatedly, relentlessly.
On display… exactly as she wanted.
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Challenge yourself to not give in… As I play with myself, edging myself, while watching you and telling you to hold back and not climax, you wonder how much more you can take.
Make sure to already have been edging or playing a little before starting, imagining me gazing upon you in the midst of your pleasure. Mutual masturbation… the perfect combination of fantasy and reality.
If you wish: try recording yourself playing along while listening to the audio and doing your best to hold back your orgasm. If you do so, and send it to me (at pleasuretorture@hotmail.co.uk) please mention in the email whether it’s for my own enjoyment, or if you’d wish to have it uploaded anonymously.
Soundgasm
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Audio Version
“I was so wet all night afterwards.”
The words were as enticing as the image you sent the following morning, in reaction to the evening before.
How my actions affected you, and how I hope just that evening alone plays on your mind for many, many nights to come.
No restraints were needed – merely my hands and words of command were enough.
Both of us were naked, yet all the attention was lavished upon your sensitive form. My head between your thighs, your fantasies already causing your pussy to glisten. I didn’t tease you, for once that was not my intention. Instead I simply prepared your clitoris for what it was to soon endure. I trailed my tongue along the folds of your pussy lips before circling around that tender nub, coaxing it from it’s hood. The rocking of your hips along with your moans and whimpers for more would have been enough, but I waited for the twitching of that stiffened clitoris to be my guide. Once I closed my mouth around it, there would be no going back.
At first I simply let my tongue roll back and forth, taking pleasure in the constant little twitches of your clit, as if it wished to dance with the rhythm of my mouth. Soon I pursed my lips and simply sucked against the very tip of it, letting you know how focused that sensation will be. My hands at first caressed your thighs and your waist, letting you know that your body, just like your pleasure, remained within my firm grasp. Once I pressed my lips down to engulf the entirety of your clitoris, to spread that pleasure deeper, that’s when my hands slid upwards, caressing your chest. Every inch of your body was to partake in this dance.
When I pushed my mouth right against your apex, sucking your clitoris in deeply, as if trying to trap it against the roof of my mouth, that’s when it was helpless to the wrath of my tongue. It lashed relentlessly against the underside of your clit while I continued to suck. Each time you built to a crescendo, your rocking hips and stuttered gasps told me enough to know when to back off. Once again, the quivering of your clitoris, those wondrous convulsions of desire, let me know just how close you were getting. I only paused for a few seconds each time, the intention solely to keep building you up further and further – not to deny you, but to simply prolong and intensify the moment that was to come.
My fingers all the while traced around your nipples, keeping them achingly stiff and in need, occasionally feigning to pinch them each time you moaned and got closer to the edge. All to signal to you that they’d be pinched the moment you’d come.
So intoxicating – the softness and wetness against my chin and the way it felt like it urged my mouth to sink in further. Your wonderful moans harmonised with the sound of my suctioning mouth against your slick wet folds.
As the thrusting of your hips became shorter spasms, I knew that it was time. Latching tightly and pressing harder, the whirlwind of my flicking tongue weaving between the stop-start suction letting you know that this time it was going to happen. With a firm pinch to your nipples, you came. As you writhed and convulsed, I held you steady by keeping my mouth in place, letting you know that the only thing on my mind was all that I wanted be on your mind: your achingly sensitive clitoris.
You finally reached down and tried to push my head away once squeezing your thighs together didn’t cause me to back off. It wasn’t the fact that you started to beg me to stop, screaming out that it was too intense, that caused me to stop. What caused me to stop was knowing that you’d need to recover a little if it were to continue further. How helpless you looked when you were breathing deeply, your body jerking in the aftershocks of your orgasm. When I then angled myself so that my lower body was at your side, my upper body still down by your thighs, that’s when you knew it was time to start again. I didn’t position your hand around my erection just so that you could pleasure me in return, it was so that you understood how much doing this to you turns me on, how the next steps of your erotic torment would make me pulsate and throb.
As you stroked my cock with one hand, I pinned your other down and began to lick your pussy again. Those lips were already so red and swollen, your clitoris a scarlet button for me to further abuse. You protested as my tongue made a slow path up and down your folds, lapping at your dripping wetness before nestling against that tender cherry. As much as you begged me to stop, you continued to stroke my length all the while. Once I began to suck it again, your scream for mercy quickly became a scream of realisation that your body would betray you. The orgasm happened quickly, I had to keep your hand held down tightly as you struggled, though I loved how tightly you squeezed my shaft while you continued to orgasm. When you released my cock to stop me once you came down, realising that I wasn’t going to stop, I ordered you to keep stroking me. You did as told before whimpering as my tongue lapped away at that poor, hypersensitive clit.
I only had to tell you to stay still once, to stop you from trying to escape as I began sucking it again. I know you enjoyed feeling my cock continue to twitch in your grasp. As much as you begged me to stop and to just fuck you, I know that deep down you wanted me to torture you with my mouth – that’s why when I told you that I’m going to devour you until you can’t possibly come anymore, and only then will I fuck you, that you came the moment my mouth returned to your clit. The instant squeal and then silence as you convulsed alerted me that you’d passed out for a moment.
I thought at that point it was time to penetrate you, that your clitoris was too sensitive to the touch to do anything else with, particularly as you jumped every time my fingers came close to it. Though while fucking you hard, I realised that I was wrong. I had fucked you to so many orgasms that it seemed like you couldn’t come any more. After we had played a little game, having me count every thrust and telling you that I’ll only give you a break if you can take ten without coming (which you failed at for nearly ten minutes), it seemed like we were done. When you were panting and saying that you can’t come any more, that’s when I put the thought in your mind:
“Imagine if there were three of me, one to hold you down, one to fuck you like this, and another to just constantly be sucking your clitoris. Even as you cried that it was too much, even as you pleaded for mercy and screamed for us to stop, we wouldn’t stop sucking your clitoris while fucking you.”
The moment I said that, you came… and came… and came again.
It seems as if you get off at the thought of even more torment. The image you sent, with those wet clothes clinging to every enticing curve, urges me to give it to you right now. Instead, however, I’ll wait, letting you spend another few nights dripping wet from the memories. I’ll let you bask in an afterglow that seems to last for days. With this image, I’ll envision all the things I intend to do to you. I assure you, the next time we meet, I’m going to tie you up, and feast on your pussy so much that last night will feel like merely a warm-up.
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Image submitted by: Gia Rose
Soundgasm
A requested audio post, involving my own session of self-pleasure, recorded along with some instructions to follow along to.
Follow my instructions as I edge with you, trying to hold back as the waves of pleasure constantly threaten to consume.
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