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Content created by: PleasureTorture. For the first few days in college, you kept to yourself as you always had. Buried in your books as if raising your head would necessitate the need to interact with the world outside of them; a safe haven from the complications and discomfort that interactions can bring. It took a little while to coax you out of your shell a little more, yet the prospect of not just making a friend, but befriending one of the most popular people in college, allowed you to feel more accepted. Yet here you were, the first couple of weeks of college and already friends with THE Julia.
In fact, she admired your love of reading, writing and photography. Test subject remains in a desperate need to climax following the administration of the DimensionStop drug. Due to her extreme reactions, I advise that the subject be restrained immediately following the study and monitored so that she orgasm denial torture not cause any harm to herself through over-stimulation from intense masturbation. The subject had complied with the requests to not masturbate at all for the last 7 days; this coupled with the drug has caused for her to now be completely oblivious to all verbal tasks, direct conversation and feedback now that the study is in its 3 rd hour.
Her only focus is the need for climactic release. It appears that aside from solely inhibiting orgasm, the effects of the drug also cause for a constant increase in the level of pleasure which the recipient is exposed to. The researcher administering the stimulation has been told to apply more force with the vibrators yet the subject still has not experienced any level of over-stimulation: this suggests that her need for orgasm has overridden the typical responses to being overstimulated.
While normally very cooperative in research, for the last 60 minutes test subject has continued orgasm denial torture beg and scream for the test to stop and be granted the mercy of climax, all while constantly trying to move her body in a manner to apply greater pressure on her clitoral region in an attempt to elicit an orgasm. I propose that the subject be denied orgasmic release for another day, with testing to continue again tomorrow, with the aim to continue daily to examine how long the effects of the drug can be replicated.
I suggest therefore that only after another week of testing shall the test subject be taken off the drug and be allowed to orgasm, needless to say that the orgasm she shall experience will be of an extreme intensity. Image source from: Fucking Machines.
Every time it pulls away, the desperation feels one hundred times worse. What she had not expected however was the specifications that the auction required, for the maids who were to be auctioned off to be in a state of desperate sexual longing. All that is on her mind now is the buzz of the vibrator and the unbearable pulses of longing between her thighs. Every day for the week before the auction she has been brought to the edge countless times, until she has offered anything for an orgasm or even just another jolt of pleasure that comes from being brought to the edge.
Another two days until the auction, another two days of being vibrated to the brink and having it stop, repeated until she can barely think or speak. Her only problem is that the auction caters most specifically for masters who greatly enjoy denial; she will be begging for a long time to come.
She had teased herself for him on webcam for the last two weeks, tormented over and over by his instructions, edging herself repeatedly until she was begging, then it would always stop. She was on the verge of tears with frustration, her tight lingerie was like a barrier pressing against her dripping wet, constantly twitching pussy. Again he made her edge… again he made her stop. With a look of tortured longing, her hands went back up to her shoulders, fighting desperately with her own need to thrust them back down and masturbate to the orgasm orgasm denial torture craved.
She was on the verge of tears with need, yet still she held out. Unknown to her however, he was only 20 minutes away from her house, planning to arrive at hers now that she was so overwhelmingly orgasm denial torture. He would strip her fully and tie her down on the bed before continuing his cruel teasing all throughout the night; constantly tormenting her perky breasts, stiff nipples and swollen red clitoris with the slightest of touches.
Image submitted by : ecclecticethnicityy. After lying down on the table and having half hour spent with his naked body massaged in the warm glow of candle-lights, he wondered how this was any different to any other full body erotic massage.
Once he felt cuffs wrapping around his wrists and ankles, clicking into place and pulling him spread-eagled, he realised this was indeed going to be a new experience. Nearly an hour later and the slow, sensual and methodical attention of the masseuse had him on the verge and begging for release. The more it continued, the more he could feel how much she indulged in giving so much pleasure and frustration at once, how she could see, feel and control the effect she had.
The perfect orgasm. As his body continued to tense in anticipation for something that the masseuse was holding back from him, he wondered just how much she expected him to be able to take.
Just as he was about to ask her to please finish him off, she spoke…. Just continue to relax as much as you can. Image source from: Hegre. 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 massager 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. 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. 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 orgasm denial torture 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.
Her mind raced back to their Christmas work do, just a couple of days ago. An hour? All she was certain of was that when the time came, she knew exactly where she wanted him to kiss her. Listen to the moans and cries as Olivia is teased and tormented beyond her wildest dreams on Halloween. An audio story including edging, orgasm denial and female moaning. Hannah had known that there were traps within the cavern to stop treasure hunters in their tracks, though she was never expecting to be apprehended by an organic entity.
The centuries-old mechanisms she had navigated through seemed to be a way to detract her attention from the slow moving entity. All the mass of tentacles needed was to lay patiently in waiting for its unsuspecting prey. It quickly became apparent that it had no intention to kill her. After an hour of struggling and unsuccessfully trying to escape its clutches, she soon came to find that a quick death or even torture was not its goal — or at least not the kind of torture she had feared.
Once it had finally stripped and secured its new prisoner, it was free to show her how this long forgotten civilisation punished those who dared seek out their treasures. It took its time turning her fear into arousal, armed with hundreds of years of experience honing its skills on the human anatomy. After an hour, Hannah was writhing, all thoughts of escape had been rendered mute by such deliberated seduction. It was too dark to make out the minute details of the guardian, though it had absolutely no trouble in tantalising the minute details of her own body.
It read her every desire as if each one of her movements were its very own script. Tiny tendrils snaked across her body and teased every sensitivity. Through such disgust and fear, the creature knew just how to cause her body to betray her; it had much experience in making one lose themselves to the desires of the flesh. So many tendrils caressed the lips of orgasm denial torture sex while others sought out the delicate jewel nestled within, slowly circling until her clitoris was pulsating with arousal.
She of course knew that this was to ward off explorers, but still was not sure why it was orgasm denial torture her to such a whirlwind of pleasure, seducing her body like the most attentive of lovers. It would not give her the respite of caressing that sensitive clitoris the way she needed. For so long it had toyed with that little morsel, causing her hips to sway in a desperate bid to communicate that it had won her over.
Instead those little tendrils continued to caress her folds like cruel fingertips, as if taking joy from every twitch of anticipation, while those at her clitoris slid and prodded tenderly like one hundred tongues all playing with their meal.
The more it went on, the more it learnt about her, and how to keep her teetering on the edge. Suddenly came the little strokes of a phallus against her soft, wet petals, just pushing to that twitching opening. Always enough to make her hope for more though still it would not offer relief, keeping her pussy constantly dripping without any of penetration.
Each time the tip of that large appendage pressed to her, Hannah felt what seemed to be soft little cilia orgasm denial torture autonomously, completely covering that bulbous head. It wreaked havoc on her to imagine what that would feel like if only it slid inside, to be fucked while having them stroke right against the most sensitive parts within. Once it started to vibrate, to have her feel every ridge and groove writhe, she begged and pleaded like her life depended on it — all to no response.
It simply kept the wondrous tip just far enough away to let her feel it press her pussy lips apart every time she gyrated her hips against it. Feeling the little cilia-like structures oscillate just at her opening, swaying a little as if trying to slip a little further into her pussy, was truly maddening.
This tentacle based life-form was more intelligent than Hannah ever expected to find here; it was actively toying with her, and it wanted her to know that her efforts to fight against it were hopeless.
Another, more human-like phallus was introduced to her other lips, to feel those thick, pulsing inches against her tongue. Tears of frustration rolled down her cheeks as she imagined how that motion of penetration would feel for her agonizingly teased pussy. The way it let a sucker-tipped tentacle devour her nipples seemed to drive the point home: it knew what she craved and wanted her to think about how much more it could do. Even just the slight teasing motions around her clitoris, the occasional hum of pleasure to her pussy, was enough to bring her towards the pinnacle.
Adding the suction to her nipples flung her right to the edge.Orgasm denial torture
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