‘Forced orgasms’ was all she had written, and it was what she’d receive. Once the haunted house had stolen her companions from her, she welcomed the presence of the strangers around her, all cloaked in black and leading her to the room. It was foreboding to see the mattress at the centre of the sinister looking room, though she was thankful that it was warm and rather comfortable once they laid her down on it. She had resigned herself to the fate ahead as they restrained her to it and placed the ball gag in her mouth.
“You will scream,” whispered one of the figures as the other left. At that, he removed the cloak and looked upon her body with a hunger in his eyes. She shied away from his gaze before he knelt beside her and began his exploration of her pleasure.
Already turned on from the manipulations and caresses from the others before, it took little time for his fingers to work her to a frothing mess of arousal. Though it was when that vibrator pressed to her sex that her world was set alight. Having never owned her own vibrator before, it was an experience unlike any other. To feel that buzzing coursing through her most precious sensitivities was like a dream. Having never felt anything that powerful before, like little electric jolts of concentrated pleasure zapping at her very nerves, she came fast. Her orgasm tore through her rapidly, yet even throughout the spasms of pleasure the rolling vibrations continued gnawing at her, dragging it out. It wasn’t like using her fingers at all, where it was a steady build and a deep release. Instead it was like having the orgasm pulled from her instantly, for it only to then be trapped against her.
Once she came down, she twisted in a desperate bid to escape the unbearable sensations. Having the whole of her tenderness vibrated seemed to mesh everything she was feeling together; the sharp ecstasy of her vibrating clitoris and the churning, deep bliss brought upon by his fingers within her all rolled into one inescapable balloon of pleasure that was fit to pop. The next orgasm made her see stars for just a moment before her eyes clamped shut, every muscle in her body tensing as if trying to protect herself. She wanted, needed, to curl up into a ball and make it stop as he kept abusing her sensitivity. Her vision swimming in the dark red and black, punctured with flashes of brilliant white as her eyes kept tightly shut, she tried her hardest to beg him to stop. All her muffles did was urge him to press the vibrator just a little harder and sink his fingers in a little deeper. Once his fingertips pressed to her g-spot, she thought she’d faint from the onslaught of orgasms that he then forced from her.
If only she could scream out, for the others to find her and stop this, but they were all gone. The others had their own predicaments to suffer through. She was at his mercy, and he was going to make it last…
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Image source from: DeviceBondage
Don’t breathe. I’m going to take you to the edge.
What’s not to love about this?
I’m going to count to ten,
then I’m going to cut off your air.
you can breathe again after you cum.
Then I’m going to count to twenty,
before again cutting off your air,
until you cum a second time.
Then I’ll count to thirty,
and you may be thinking,
“Well, i’m going to be able to cum quicker now.”
And that is alright,
because now I’m counting down.
The next count is twenty again,
and the one after that is ten,
and perhaps I’ll even go for five seconds.
The fear is powering those orgasms,
as you finger yourself frantically,
and when it is all over,
you are left there on the floor,
gasping for air,
in a puddle of your own juices…
Forced(?) orgasms and breath play…
Ohhhh… this is just chilling. 😎
controlling your breath while you cum
Shivers…
Forced orgasms, breath control, subspace, and predicament bondage (no doubt the post that the dildo and vibe is attached to is forcing her onto her toes)
The combination of breath play and focused eye contact make this. This scene is for real. Neither one of them is aware of the cameras at the moment.
“Even the fucking air that you breathe is a gift from Me.” Then hold the hand down on her mouth until she is starting to panic, just to make certain that she understands you mean it.
Unf!
My first thought when I saw this was: “Katie’s about to learn that leaving her underwear on will do nothing to stop the vibe, it will only make sure that she’ll have a fetish for wet panties.”
But… then I noticed something… the cruelest part of this: the length of that damn tube! Fuck! You’d feel floaty, and then desperate, yet have to constantly concentrate on taking long, deep breaths if you wanted to get any fresh air. Forced orgasms would force this scene to be mercifully short, but, hmm… so many other things I could do… like twisting and pulling on nipples while cautioning her “Breathe deeply… Relax, toy, float for me… Here comes another hard pinch, ready? 3, 2, 1, …. Good girl!…”
A pattern emerged. I’d pin her, biting her neck, using my weight and crushing her breath, knowing how powerful the need to breathe is. I know she doesn’t like that kind of breath play and that, combined with our dynamic, just makes it that much hotter for both of us. Struggling and panicking was inevitable, and I’d grip her wrists tightly as I moved to let her breathe only to start nipping and biting her sides, her breasts, her mons… and then, eventually, move back up and pin her with my weight all over again.
“I feel like I’m your prey and you’re about to consume me!” she gasped.
I chuckled into her ear. “I’m already consuming you, toy.”
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