Tag: teasing

Creamy capitulation: So I had a hot IM session with a super-sexclusive Tumblr girl Friday…

creamycapitulation:

So I had a hot IM session with a super-sexclusive Tumblr girl Friday night. I’m sharing what happened because (A) it was deliciously hot and, (B) she asked me to post something.

This all happened over a span of ~2 hours.. so keep that in mind.

So.. we’re making some small talk, and then she…

Creamy capitulation: So I had a hot IM session with a super-sexclusive Tumblr girl Friday…

quitemystery:

Now, I know that you were both excited for and slightly dreading my next few weeks of traveling for business. You were excited because I told you that while I traveled, I would no longer be controlling your orgasms. I know also know its something your dreading.

I’ll be in different time zones and largely unavailable, and I know that with your conditioning cumming on your own just isn’t as satisfying. I’m afraid you’d just spend the next few weeks masturbating furiously, and by the time I return, you’d have desensitized your clit with your toys and I’d have to re-do all your training.

However I’m a man of my word. I won’t be controlling your orgasms while I’m traveling. This is Angie. She will be in charge while I’m gone. She’ll make sure your conditioning stays in place and that you don’t get out of control.

She’ll document how things go while I’m gone, and keep me up-to-date in my travels. From interviewing her I know that she really loves to see girls like you being teased and kept horny. Again, I won’t be in control so I’m not sure if she’ll even let you cum at all.

What I do know is that your conditioning will still be in place when I return. I’ll miss you and look I’ll forward to Angie’s updates every day and talking to you when I can.

Have a fun few weeks!

femsubdenial:

bird-of-feathers:

thrilledbytease:

Personally, I love the context. Looks like pantyhose opened for teasing, and the lack of movement while she teases that pussy suggests some kind of restraint. Imagine the delicious and devious pleasures to unfold here!

Ah, oh god. Chewing at my knuckles in my seat, I can hardly handle this. What a delicious scenario! Can you imagine this with feathers poised and ready for teasing? Nnf.

For you? Oh yes, it reminds me that my local drug store (Walgreens) sells a diabolical collection of brushes for under $7. For others? I also think a few experimental love taps with my belt would be… very illuminating.

Oh, why not?

femsubdenial:

What I like about this kind of art is that it goes in places you don’t expect. Given the submitted images to inspire the story in response to amarantalilly’s request, I didn’t expect this at all. 🙂

amarantalilly:

  • I had some other ideas on what to submit, but this one looks just fine, I think. I look forward to seeing what you do with it 🙂 Assuming that this picture gets chosen, of course. 

Nice submission! Thank you! Here’s what I did with it…

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“Bathtime”

© 2013 Amaranta Lilly

‘We’re going out,’ he murmurs in my ear. ‘I’ve drawn you a bath. Let’s get you in it. I want you looking your best for me tonight.’

‘Where are we going?’ I ask as he leads me to the bathroom.

‘That’s for me to know and you to find out,’ he replies with a wicked smile. I know better than to ask more questions, but my curiosity is burning. I love when Master takes me out.

He swats each of my butt cheeks as I get into the tub. I sink into the lovely, warm, bubbly water and sigh contentedly. Master takes the sponge and begins to gently, lovingly wash all over my body. When he lingers a moment longer over my breasts, and then moves downwards and washes – far too quickly for my liking – between my legs, I cannot help but moan. Then he takes down the shower-head, switches on the water and rinses me off. I let out a happy purr. When I am all clean, he pulls the plug and the water begins to drain away. I go to get up.

‘Did I tell you to get out?’ he growls.

‘No, Master…’

‘Then stay right where you are. Sit back. Spread your legs.’ I hurriedly obey, putting one foot up on the side of the tub. Master’s hand slips between my legs and he rubs me. Even I am surprised at how wet I am. My head tips back and my eyes close in bliss. I feel first one finger, then two, pushed into me. Then, with his free hand, Master aims the powerful jet of water from the shower-head right at my clit.

Oh, God, it feels so good. The pleasure is almost too much. I am moaning and squirming uncontrollably. He tells me what I desperate little slut I look, which only heightens my arousal still further.

With Master’s fingers inside me and the water pummelling my sensitive nub, it feels like no time at all before I feel the edge approaching.

‘Master, I’m going to come…’

‘Not without permission, you’re not.’

‘Please Master… please let me come?’

My pussy tightens. I’m there… I’m there, I’m going to….

The stimulation stops. The jet is removed from my clit and Master’s hand is withdrawn. I let out a cry of frustration and look up at Master imploringly.

‘Please, Master…’

‘Please what?’

‘You know what,’ I whine.

‘Oh, you want another edge? I think that can be arranged.’ I shake my head, but Master just grins and aims the shower-head once more at my aching cunt.

‘Let me come,’ I beg, grinding my hips desperately.

‘Do you need it that badly?’ he asks.

‘Yes!’

‘In that case…. no.’

It stops again. I cry out in unfulfilled arousal. ‘Get out,’ Master says, switching off the shower and getting a warm towel off the rail, which he wraps me in when he’s helped me up. ‘Go get dried off and make yourself look pretty for me. Wear something nice and revealing.’ I am still panting and still dripping wet between my legs. He laughs. ‘Mmm… that was a fun new way to edge you. I think we’ll do that again.’

In response, I can only whimper as my horny, wet, denied cunt clenches in frustration.

Oh, why not?

pleasuretorture:

Surely a reflection… a mirror image of your own quivering body, yet you know that it is yourself you are seeing, turning to the side and watching the footage on the screen as if watching a stranger writhing with need.

It is these short moments of rest that linger the most cruelly; you know by now that begging for them to give you what you need so badly will do nothing. You can merely turn and watch yourself from the angle of the recording, watching them zoom in and adjust the camera filming every moment of your blissful suffering. You have long since given up the struggle of pulling on the restraints to your wrists; all efforts are focused on the pulsating desire within you.

You had agreed so naively, thinking it would simply be a little erotic fun; agreed to be filmed, thinking it would simply be something arousing to masturbate to in future, seeing pleasure being focused on you more than you have been used to in your hectic schedule. Yet now that seems so long ago, never had you realised that this coursing pleasure would burn so deeply inside you, never dying down, simply simmering within.

From the moment your hands were tied above your head, it seemed as if it was their goal to tease you to madness; taking turns, they made sure there was always at least 3 pairs of hands touching you at all times. The way their fingertips, lips and tongues worked so slowly seemed to stimulate your body as if you had never been touched before in your life.

For 30 minutes they tormented you, yet not even touching your nipples or clitoris until the final minutes. All the while they whisper into your ears, telling you exactly what the cameras are showing, telling you just how delicate the movements of your body are as they started to brush and flicker over those most sensitive little peaks. In the last seconds they finally brought you to edge… then always left you alone, walking away behind the camera to leave you teetering cruelly on the pinnacle. One minute always passed, the camera picking up every display of uncontrollable longing, then another 30 minutes of relentless teasing… on and on until this point in time, where you feel as if your throbbing clitoris is the only thing in the room with a pulse.

They toy with you in unison, an orchestra of pleasure playing your body like an instrument, leaving you to watch yourself bucking your hips up and down with need, silently screaming for the climax. As you writhe in tortured pleasure, you think about what they had just whispered to you… that in one minute you should keep your eyes on the screen to watch yourself as a mouth finally sucks against your clitoris. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

 Any second now, a tongue will find the pulsating, agonising beauty of your tender cherry.

Image created by a-mind-full-of-dirt

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