She had been told to masturbate to the edge in front of her lover’s gaze every night, holding herself back and showing how much she could control it; now she was paying for the mistake of giving in to her urge to keep going. She was not stopped, instead those hungry eyes fed on seeing her yield to desperation, already knowing how to punish her properly.
There was a sadistic glee in seeing her tortured with unyielding pleasure, a pleasure so intense it verges on pain. How those hips had rocked and swayed in pleasure when she came the other night, now she was being made to suffer, held immobile, desperate to thrust her hips and pull her body in all directions, yet unable to move an inch away from the buzzing torture device she once thought of as merely a toy.
“That’s it… you wanted to cum didn’t you? Now you can have all the orgasms you want sweetie, plus you don’t have to worry about that powerful vibrator moving away from your pussy. It’s a good job I put the ball gag in, I’ve never heard you scream like that! Good girl, I think I’ll just sit here and watch you suffer…such a wonderful sight.”God, I love this so much.
Only thing that would make this better is if 4 people divided up her body and all tickled her viciously at the same time.:) Especially tickle torturing her feet and armpits bad.:0 Now THAT would turn me on:)
waiting for her turn