?? // orgasm torture, restraints, masochism, overstimulation | enjoy yourselves, you lovely sinners ?
I couldn’t take it anymore! The inccoming vibrations made me struggle to swallow my own saliva. I tried to shift my focus on how the rain doused the windowpane, leaving behind splattered droplets that would follow the motion of gravity. Anticipation stirred within me. It felt like I was on the brink again and again. I could feel the waves of pleasure sinking me into madness. Stuttered breaths escaped my mouth, eyes rolled back. “I love the effect I have on you… I haven’t even touched your sweet spot yet.” His/her hot breath against my ear as he/she whispered. I felt a smirk form on his/her lips after he/she subsequently devoured my mouth, eliciting shudders down my spine.
I whimpered out. The vibrator was still on high. I’ve climaxed enough times to render my mind dizzy with overstimulation. I had to strain to comprehend what was going on, and to maintain my breath. Utter exhaustion left me gasping for air. I tensed up, and for the nth time, I tugged longingly at my restraints in the hopes of relief. All I could so is sit here and take it! The mind-numbing sensations sent me into overdrive due to collective oversensitivity.
As I felt another build-up, he pounded into me. All the hazy pleasure left me unable to notice that he/she was already positioned at the entrance of my soaking cunt. I cried out. Tears dripped down my face from the intensity. He/she kissed them away and added a slight suckle. A soft “~please” was all I could manage. He/she placed a hand on my hip to steady me as I frantically squirmed, deepening his/her strokes in the process. The other hand was then gently placed on my cheek as he/she leaned down to place passionate kisses on my trembling lips. This muffled my whimpers. I wanted him/her to understand how ridiculously emersed I was into this fucked up sensation. My inability to express that and release my wails only added to the torment. “Shhh, breath.” He/she whispered with sincere concern. It was only then that I realized that my breath was stuck in my throat. My brain simply could no longer phathom what SHOULD be an unprompted physiological process. He/she slowed down the paced and urgently grasped away the vibrator. I heaved loudly, as if submerged in water about to drown. I am absolutely certain that I look pathetic in this moment. Perhaps like a fish out of water? My eyebrows scrunched at the thought. Sensing my additional unease, he/she pressed feathered kisses up the side of my cheek. I was certainly relieved. Despite this, the slow rocking motion in my throbbing heat made me whine out once more. It was more than enough to drive me to another release. I sighed in ecstasy as my eyes rolled back in pleasure for the 5th time after dinner. I spasmed and completely lost myself. As he/she pulled out, bodily fluids coated the appendage. To my horror, it oozed out of me. The cotton material of his/her shirt, the only item of clothing I had on, was now drenched by both sweet and cum. He/she plunged his/her middle finger firmly into my cunt. “Ughhh.” I arched my back and shut my eyes tightly. I slowly opened my eyes, panting, as he/she took it out and brought the finger to my lips. He/she then spread went back, and spread the rest of the liquids up to my clit. He/she must have not understood just how critically he/she ruined me as he/she gently stroked it slowly. FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, he/she fails to consider that I was still oversensitive from all that had just occured. To make matters worse, he/she didn’t realize that my orgasmic contractions weren’t from the my previous release, but that of another rising climax. I choked back sobs as that all too familiar feeling of flying higher and higher has returned. I thrashed as much as the restraints allowed me. He/she wrapped the arm, that was used to steady my hips, around my waist. While pulling me into the warm embrace, all I could manage were whimpers as he/she still had the other snaked below to slowly rub my clit with tender strokes. In my desperation to knock some sense into him/her, I wanted pull his/her hair out. But, to my dismay, I could only muster weak moans. My limbs were still secured by bondage. My wrists and ankles were sore.
I taste the salty tears streaming down my flushed cheeks. Mind you, I love salty snacks. But this was not what I was looking for when I told him/her that I was still hungry. I cried out again, startling him/her as he/she probably thought that the stroking was helping me ride out the most recent high. Regardless of my squirmish behavior, I am in absolutely addicted to the tortured bliss but…
I. JUST. COULD. NOT. TAKE. ANY. LONGER.
I had to surrender! My body and mind were too ravaged to even decide otherwise. It was at that moment that the world went dark. I had passed out, surrendering to the reverie of prevailing unconsciousness.
——————————————————————————————
???? 1/? | ???? ????? ??? ???? ?
~? Feel free to comment criticism, questions, or your precious lil’ reactions! (◠‿・)—☆
Let’s have some kinky ? discussion in the comments because I’m in desperate need of social interaction ?
[P.S. Commission and requests are open!]
??: @uncharted._.territory (or message here!)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/kblrqa/muffled_whimpers_orgasm_torture_restraints
Fantastic