oh baby, do you like it when i bend you over like this? so i can see your pussy? so you can spread your legs for me like the cute little slut you are?
good girl, moaning while i touch you. oh, you’re close? already? all i did was stroke your clit… do you think you deserve to come babygirl? do you?
mmm, well i dont think you need to orgasm today, baby. good sluts don’t come until they get permission. why dont we edge a bit more?
Tag: orgasm control
i’ve always wanted to be edged from like, morning to night. to wake up to you between my legs and hot lazy arousal curling in my gut but as soon as you notice I’m awake you smile and pull away and leave me throbbing and aching with no relief
then in the bathroom you press me against the counter top and finger fuck me til my legs are shaking, my moans and breaking, but pull your fingers out and shove them in my mouth before i can tip over the edge.
make me eat you out at the breakfast table, horny and desperate and needing to make you come. when you do, pull me up and make me ride your thigh then push me away gently when your leg is slick and my breath is shaking
pin me to the wall in the shower and hold the head right against my clit for three seconds then move it up my chest and down my legs and all over and then again and again until my moans echo off the bathroom tiles. keep it against me until im shaking then turn off the water and towel me down
pick out an outfit for me to wear then rub my clit through it, make me soak my panties, pin me against the wall and make my legs so weak i have to lean all my weight against you and then take your hand away and only when I’ve caught my breath tell me we’re going out
tease me. relentlessly. bite my ear, whisper the dirtiest fucking things to me, hold me by the hips, the waist, tease my neck with your teeth. pull me away to private corners and kiss me hard and fast and overwhelming and leave just as suddenly, make me breathless and dizzy and fucking wet all day
bring me home and wait for me to beg. kiss me slowly and passionately, take your time marking me up and make me squirm, desperate for you. wait until im shaking and pleading, and only then fuck me. fuck me fast and brutal, pinning my arms above me and swallowing my moans. make me shake with the need to come. come against me, moaning, panting, saying my name over and over bring right to the edge and
stop.
make me feel you come, and then leave me hanging. make me go to bed aroused, needy, desperate. promise that if i’m good tomorrow you might let me come.
repeat the next day.
I want to praise you and drown you in compliments and sweet, soft words while you’re gagged, tied up and blindfolded, and I keep making you cum forcefully by holding a vibrator between your already trembling legs.
I’d watch you squirm, and shake, and try to pull away after a few orgasms because it’s just too much but at the same time my voice and my gentle words make you want to be a very good kitten for your Mistress, so you struggle so much with yourself, not knowing how to react, being in a constant state of painful arousement, completely under my control.
And after I’m done with you, you’d just lay in my arms, so exhausted but so satisfied, while I continue with sweet words now accompanied by my fingers gently running through your hair and over your still heated skin – making you feel so loved and safe.
“You’ve been so perfect for me today, my princess”, I’d softly whisper in your ear, my voice filled with appreciation and endless love.
After half an hour of just keeping you in my arms, I’d prepare a hot bath, your favourite tea and sweets, and I’d take my time to wash you properly and spoil you with everything you need.
That’s what I want to do to my princess.
That’s a good girl. Put on a show for us. Let the quiet murmurs fade into the depth of your brain as the pleasure builds. There is nothing else in the world but your clit and the relentless vibrations causing your cries of pleasure to echo through the hotel room.
I walk over to you and whisper,
“Remember, no cumming. You’re our denial whore tonight. Count out those edges louder.”
The feel of my hand making sharp contact with our ass drives the point home.
“Maybe after you reach 30 I’ll hold you over my lap and tease My clit while you suck our friend here.”
Your moan at the thought makes me smile.
“Twenty-one, Sir!” you shout, lifting your pussy off the wand.
“More,” says another voice. Good. He’s getting it.
“You heard him, pet. Down.”
Your frustrated tone morphs again to pure pleasure as the vibrations begin to overwhelm you again.
“Room 14: The Playroom”
BDSM erotica, fictional characters over 18. Ageplay kink.
There was currently fourteen members in their club, which had formed out of mutual business interests. Gradually they realized they shared much more in common, chiefly, they had similar ideas of entertainment and sexual gratification.
It was Tony, one of the founding members of the club, who first voiced the proposal. In short order, all fourteen members backed Tony’s suggestion. They put in the funds to purchase a sizable townhouse in the city they frequented the most. After significant renovation and construction, the townhouse was completed. It had fourteen rooms, each designed and outfitted by one of the members.
Each room had a long-term occupant. An indentured slave, if you will, who would be installed in the room for a duration of time not exceeding two years. During their tenure, they would be solely immersed in their designated roles. This was so that if any member had a yen to visit a room, he or she would always find a slave there, upon which the member could visit their erotic fantasies without delay.
On this occasion, Timothy decided to visit The Playroom. It was located on the highest floor, in the attic.
His old friend Jacqueline was already there. She was forcing the beautiful slave, Aimee, to orgasm repeatedly, pressing a vibrator to the girl’s crotch with rapacious glee, not letting the vibrator slip from its place despite how Aimee thrashed in her bonds. Her wrists were bound with rope and hoisted over her head; more rope wound its way above and below her breasts. Jacqueline had decorated the girl’s nipples with wooden clothespins placed on the very ends of the delicate tips; these clothespins waggled and flapped frantically in the air as Aimee’s body jerked and heaved.
Aimee was gasping and squealing an endless, high-pitched string of “Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah”, a refrain enhanced by a third clothespin that pinched her impudent tongue.
“Naughty girl,” Jacqueline was chastising the slave. “Asking Mommy for an orgasm! Well, here, have another, greedy girl! Have all the orgasms you want, since you think you have the right to ask them of me!”
“Noooooooooahhhh,” Aimee wailed, her eyes wild. “Pleeeease, M-mommy! Please, no! No more!”
“No? Surely not, greedy, naughty girl! Bad Aimee,” Jacqueline said, forcing the vibrator even tighter up between Aimee’s pussy lips, grinding it into the girl’s clit. “Bad Aimee!”
“Noooommahhhh,” Aimee sobbed, dancing and swaying in place. Her bound wrists pulled frantically at the rope. “Pleweease, Mommy! No more, no more!”
“No more orgasms? Is that what you’re telling me, Aimee?”
“Yes. No. No more,” Aimee shook her head desperately.
“Who gets to decide if Aimee comes?”
“Youu do! Mommy decides!”
“Does little Aimee get to ask for permission to come?”
“No! No, Mommy!”
“That’s right,” Jacqueline purred with a vicious smile. Finally, she eased the vibrator away, letting Aimee sag limply from her wrists, though her slender body still twitched.
“Ah, Timothy,” Jacqueline said, noticing her old friend at last. “Welcome. Come to play with Aimee today?”
“Yes,” he replied. He was very hard from having watched this delightful scene. “She is learning to suck my cock as I like.”
“I think you’ll find her very obedient today,” Jacqueline responded, and reached up to give Aimee’s pussy a nice, firm pat, which made the girl jerk and moan.
Some highlights from the boyfriend’s first session on our new Motorbunny saddlevibe. (yes, my boyfriend has a cunt, cool your tits). He let me have the control box, which may have been a mistake… He gets teased and tortured for a full 10 minutes before finishing with a shuddering orgasm.
We’ve uploaded the ENTIRE video, so you can stream it on Pornhub, or download it for free at his ManyVids page, or just catch the embedded version.
And while you’re at it you should follow him, ‘cause he’s cute.
This video is absolute perfection wow wow wow wow
I really love pussy tickle torture.
Imagine having a pussy and clit that were were actually ticklish. Like someone touching them made you break out into giggles and laughter, and even trying to masturbate by yourself was impossible because you were so sensitive. You’d get to the edge and stop because you couldn’t stand how ticklish it was. You were always wet and needy, you had never come before, no matter how hard you tried. And if anyone you were with tried your reactions scared them away from trying.
Until you met him. When you had nervously explained, his expression changed. He comforted you, smiled, and you couldn’t help but relax. He asked if he could tie you down. You agreed. Then he let you in on a little secret. He loved tickling helpless little girls like yourself, and the idea of you being that ticklish turned him on incredibly, he simply needed to test it for himself. He brought out feathers of different shapes and sizes, and told you what he would do with each one. How he’d tease and tickle and torture you. How he could be the first to make you experience an orgasm, but maybe he wouldn’t, maybe he’d just edge you instead, tickle you til you were willing to do anything for it to stop. For some reason the thought made you wet. It didn’t go unnoticed.
And so he tickled you, all of your most vulnerable spots: your armpits, your sides, inner thighs, feet. He ignored your soaked pussy all the while murmuring dirty things in your ear. You knew your most ticklish spot was your clit, but it didn’t stop you from begging him to tickle you there, anything to stop it from aching and throbbing.
He listened. He made fun of you as you went into full blown hysterics and begging, how you had begged him for this. You wanted this. He teased and tickled slowly, switching between your clit and around your pussy lips. It drove you insane. The light teasing brought you to a slow edge, building building building so slowly til it felt like you would explode.
Then he pulled the feather away and began tickling your nipples. You cried out, tears beginning to form. His laughter made your cunt throb. After you cooled down, he repeated it, bringing you to a slow edge and stopping. It went on for what felt like hours, til you were a sobbing mess.Until you promised anything if he would just keep going. “Anything?”
He made you promise to be his ticklish little pet, to be able to tease and tickle and edge you to his hearts content. As he edged you again, he chuckled, smug in that he was the only one who could make you come, that he could keep you denied for days, weeks, months, as long as he wanted. He could make you come this once then never let you come again, let you know what it feels like only to rip it away from you and hold it out in front of you, out of reach. But if you were a good girl, and let him torture you as he pleased, he may let you come sometimes. The words drove you to that feeling quickly, he had to rip the feather away before you came too soon.
You agreed, through your laughter and sobbing and whimpers, you swore you’d do anything to come. He put the feather back and tickled your clit so softly, you tittered and moaned. He smirked, letting you know he saw how your body reacted to the idea of being tortured and not allowed to come, that he would make sure if he let you come, you’d earn it. How much you would suffer. How he would use you and torture you daily, while you stayed desperate and frustrated.
That threw you over the edge. The feeling slowly built til it felt like your whole body was overcome by waves of heat and pleasure, you had never felt anything like it. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually it died down and was replaced with something else. The feather was still moving.
If you thought you were ticklish before, this was one hundred times worse. It was then he teasingly told you how after an orgasm most people became very sensitive. You barely heard him through your own laughter. After a while it became less torturous and pleasure began to build again. Right as you got to another edge – he stopped.
“I hope you enjoyed that, you won’t be coming again for a long, long time.”
She can edge as often as she wants, but there is a price to pay.
After the first ten edges, he whips her ass.
After the second ten, he whips her breasts.
After the third ten, he restrains her, clamps her nipples, and whips her well edged pussy.
Then she’s on no touch for a week.
“That’s right. Right here. Don’t think about what I’m doing to your body, don’t think about how it’s making you feel, just keep your focus right here in my eyes. No need to look away, no need to blink. Just go into that warm, soft space where your body doesn’t matter and the only thing that’s important to you is the center of my pupils.
“Every time you try to form a thought, my fingers are going to stroke it gently away. And you won’t even notice. Because noticing something means thinking about it, and every time you try to form a thought you’re going to feel my hands roaming over your body, finding your nipples and your ass and your warm, wet cunt…and then it’s going to melt away. It’s going to become distant and vague and unimportant compared to the bliss you feel when you stare into my beautiful eyes and stop thinking.
“And the less you think, the better you feel. As your mind narrows down to that single point of focus, each and every thought drifting away on the tide of my voice until all you are is blank, passive and accepting, you’re going to feel the pleasure in your body intensifying until all you can do is moan for me. You don’t even need to know that’s what you’re doing. Your conscious mind can stay perfectly locked onto the endless depths of my eyes and let the pleasure out in empty, vacant whimpers for me.
“And the better you feel, the more you obey. The pleasure crowds out all those silly, tedious thoughts, leaving your mind soft and malleable and perfectly willing to be owned. And we both know you thought that’s what you were when you came to me, when you asked me to hypnotize you, when you let me peel your clothes off and gaze into your eyes while my words lulled you into trance. But you’re learning that there are new depths to your obedience, that you can always become more perfectly submissive to me. And that’s just beautiful, isn’t it? Of course it is.
“And the more you obey, the less you think. Your mind sinks into the rhythms of obedience, and following my instructions makes it so easy to surrender to that lazy, passive bliss of being nothing more than a passenger in your own body. You belong to me, and I control your thoughts and your actions, so why even try to think? Why even bother to do anything besides stare deep into the blackness at the center of my eyes and let me smooth your mind and your will away into perfect surrender? You want to be my slave. And slaves don’t need to think.
“And the less you think, the better you feel. And the better you feel, the more you obey. And the more you obey, the less you think. That’s right, good girl, whispering it right along with me as my fingers tease out that climax, and the one after that, and the one after that. Feel me inside you, fucking your will away, until you descend into the perfect orgasm for me and go utterly, helplessly blank. The less you think, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you obey. The more you obey, the less you think…”
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Just gonna add that to the “ideal sexual fantasies” folder in my brain.
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