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Video: Post Orgasm Torture for Miss Anne
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The Private Room
The facility had decided to up its game.
The toy had been moved from itâs very public ward room into a private room on an upper floor. They had told it that the standard treatments were not having the intended effects and to ensure that it continued to progress to itâs ownerâs satisfaction new methods were needed. This private room was much the same as the one the toy had come from, but had large one-way glass mirrors on all four walls surrounding the toy. The private room was in fact at the centre of a large room that was often used as a teaching and lecture hall for various medical professionals and curious lay persons who were interested in the techniques that the facility used. It was used for much more extended demonstrations than the public lecture the toy had participated in previously. In fact, one thing that drew so many interested professionals to the centre was the ability to observe the effects of the treatment on the patients over time. A subject in the private room could be observed over a period of weeks or months.
The one difference in the private room from the regular ward was that many of the standard treatments of the facility had been automated. The treatments could be programmed into the computer to be carried out at particular times, or they could be controlled at a control booth in the lecture hall by any of the attendants, doctors or orderlies. As the toy was unable to see into the lecture hall unless they allowed it, the toy would be constantly unaware of whether anyone was observing their torment or not.
The toy soon became accustomed to this new phase of its treatment. Instead of an orderly coming in to perform the routine cleanings and measurements, they were instead greeted by a mechanical whirring as their bed spread their legs wider apart, and the cleaning equipment rose from its slot in the bed. Jets of water spraying directly at their desperate clit, their squirming on the bed held fast within their bonds providing the computer with the data that it required about how close they were. Some days the bed had to stop and start the cleaning process several times before it felt that it was safe enough to proceed without risking sending the toy over the edge. The entire process could last as long as the time that was allocated between cleanings on some days when the toy was particularly aroused. The room was wired with microphones that picked up even the smallest whimper, which was automatically relayed back and echoed around the room, filling the toys head with the sounds of the desperate needy slut that it had become. Every day seemed to offer a new torture for the toy. A new salve sprayed upon itâs aching clit, even more effective than the one they had used before. A numbing agent applied, just mere moments before a vibrator was placed between itâs legs, so that in the first seconds the toy could feel the sensations of the vibrator fading away, with only enough sensation left to remind it exactly what it was missing. Fucking machines placed at the exact depth and speed to keep the toy on edge for hours at a time. Days of ruined orgasm after ruined orgasm.
At random intervals throughout that dayâs treatment the mirrors in the toyâs room would become transparent and the toy would be able to see who had been witness to the treatment that had just taken place. This was done to ensure that the toy never forgot that their role and purpose was to be pleasing and entertaining to those around them, who they had the privilege of serving. It was always entertaining to see how the toy would blush deeply and squirm upon revealing that a room full of people had witnessed that a cleaning procedure that might generally take 20 minutes on most of the patients in the facility had taken 3 full hours to clean the toy without risking putting it over the edge. However, after evaluating the data of the toyâs responses to the various times that the room had become visible to the toy the staff at the facility had made a stunning observation. The toyâs arousal level shot through the roof every time that the room became visible and not a single person was present. The toy would buck and writhe within itâs bonds and moan loudly and desperately, at times being able to be heard even outside the lecture room doors.
That week at the toyâs fantasy recording session the staff at the facility began to question the toy about this reaction. âTell us about what happens when the room is empty slutâ they began the questioning.
The toy squirmed widely in the questioning chair, trying desperately to find something to grind against, while a small moan escaped itâs mouth. âThe room is emptyâŚâ it managed to get out in between moans.
âYes toy, the room is empty. Why does that turn you on so much?â
âBecause, no one is watching.â the toy answered, almost rocking the chair back and forth with it, in itâs frantic state.
âWhat does it mean if no one is watching?â
âThat Iâm a toy.â the toy manages to pant out. âThat, I need to be usedâŚ. That it doesnât matter ifâŚ. anyone sees or not, that IâŚ. still need to be tortured⌠That⌠I need to be humiliated so much that⌠it doesnât matter if.. no one even sees it⌠That itâs even more humiliating if no one is watching⌠Because⌠Then I know thatâŚ. Iâm the one who needs it⌠That even my humiliation can be wasted for entertainmentâŚâ
âThatâs very good toyâ the staff said, buckling a cruel gag into the toyâs mouth. I think weâll wheel you over here so that you can look at the wet spot that you just left on the floor for us for awhile before we take you back to your room. The staff placed the headphones with the recording of the toyâs stilted confession over itâs ears and walked out of the room smiling to himself. He knew heâd come back to an even bigger wet spot under the slut when he got back and he couldnât wait to rub itâs nose in it. As much as he thought to himself that the silly little thing should have never let it slip how much they needed to be humiliated, he couldnât help but think of the effectiveness of their methods and that they wouldnât have managed to keep it hidden for long anyway.
Probably one of my favorite pussy tickling videos - the last minute is especially adorableâŚ
The floor shocks her toes, the sybian is driving her crazy, and Ms. Sonay keeps finding more ticklish spots. In other words, Ella is fucked. [Source: ElectroSluts.com / Bottom: Ella Nova / Top: Simone Sonay.]
1ž hours of tickling and teasing
Itâs not a hardcore compilation, there are slow moments, but if you enjoy the build-up and an uncut feel instead of editing out every pause then itâs really fun.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
âŚmy feather continues traveling slowly up your thighs as your naked, bound, gagged body trembles with anticipation. The torment your entire body has endured has rendered you helpless and virtually lifeless. The sensations the feather has caused was tooâŚ
Wrote these when I first created this blog.
Lesson Learned
JessicaRose submitted:
Let me tell you about the time I was hustled by my play partner and learned a valuable (if unwelcome) lesson about Hitachiâs and forced orgasms. We had played many times before, and he helped me to explore my interest in rope and orgasm denial. He would tie me to his bed in a way that still allowed me room to struggle, and left me thinking, âIf I really wanted to, Iâm sure I could escape from this.â But I never really tried very hard, because the struggling is what turned me on.Â
This brings us to a lazy Sunday evening of playful bantering and watching TV. He was scanning for something to watch, and let the channel linger when he saw The Avengers. I groaned, bratty as ever, âI donât want to watch Avengers again, you canât make me.â Amused, he grabbed my wrists and said, âOh really? If I tied you down and played it over and over all night, what would you do?â Wrestling my wrists free, I said, âYou couldnât tie me tight enough to keep me here. You never do. I just let you think you do when we play.â Why do I do this to myself? I always have to win. He wasnât angry, but I could sense a bet coming. âIâve decided to watch Doctor Who tonight, after I take a quick shower. But I have a deal to offer⌠Iâll tie you to the bed with an unplugged Hitachi before I shower. If you can get free by the time Iâm finished, Iâll let you cum and we can watch Doctor Who together. But if you havenât freed yourself, then the Hitachi will be plugged in and Iâll leave you to your orgasms while I watch it alone downstairs.â This sounded like an easy win to me, and I nodded my head with an arrogant smirk.Â
He tied me up, spread eagle, to the corners of his bed. The Hitachi was positioned right against my clit, but it was off, as promised. Before he left for his shower, he dragged his fingers gently across my naked body. I squirmed, and noticed that the movement caused the ropes to tighten a bit. As he walked away, he said, âHave I not shown you my predicament tie before? The more you move, the tighter the wand will press against you. Good luck.â I tested it outâŚthe ropes gave a little slack here and there, but as I moved, the rope at my crotch was relentlessly pressing against me. I tried to maneuver it from different angles, but still no luck of getting free or loosening the Hitachi. A smarter brat than I would have lain still, and taken their chances when the Hitachi was plugged in. But I was in a very stubborn mood and was so sure I could get free. It seemed like mere moments later when he opened the door, freshly showered and grinning at the sight of me.Â
He plugged the Hitachi in, turned it on, and headed toward the door. Over my whimpers, I heard him say, âBe a good girl and count your orgasms. Did I mention itâs a marathon?â
Very hot!
I prefer to believe this is fiction, though, because anyone who knows enough about rope to tie you like that should also know not to leave someone tied up alone.
That hitachi tie sounds fascinating! If anyone has instructions on how to tie something like that, please let me know!
True Story of My First Ticklegasm/s
**This is the first time Iâve written about my tickle-gasm experience, and turned out to be a longer tale than I thought. Â It may sound a little like a made up story, but I promise you itâs all true. Â Hope you enjoy it!
It took me almost two years of dating before I got brave enough to tell my BF about my secret desire to be tickled to orgasm. Â He seemed to like the idea, and soon after started trying to tickle me during sex. Â But I am very VERY ticklish, and always reflexively stopped him. Â So, suddenly one night he tied me to his bed - something he had also never done.
I was nervous and excited at the same time as I watched him place a Chinese calligraphy brush and the top bulb of a turkey baster on the bed beside me.  He said that he wanted my clit to be more swollen and sensitive than it had ever been before he used the brush on it, and I started breathing hard.  He didnât waste any time - he spread my pussy lips wide, licked my clit a little, then sucked it â hard.  Iâm pretty sensitive down there and he is usually very gentle with me, so this hard sucking hurt, and I yelped a little.  He stopped for a second to inspect his work, then blew on it  - the cold breath was shocking - then sucked it again - another yelp from me ⌠he repeated the cycle three or four more times before he finally attached the suction bulb to my clit. Â
His hard sucking of my clit hurt, but this felt very different. Â Weird and hard to describe. Â Not painful exactly and not good exactly, but a constant pressure, a pulling sensation that got more intense the longer it was attached. Â He watched a few seconds to make sure the suction bulb stayed in place (and to see how I was reacting to it )Â Then, while the bulb was doing its work, he slid up and used the calligraphy brush on my nipples. Â
Nothing had ever tickled me so much in my whole life! Â And I couldnât stop him, so he just kept on tickling. Â I twitched and squirmed reflexively and the suction bulb tugged on my clit every time I moved, and he just kept on tickling and tickling my nipples â my nipples are also very sensitive and he has made me cum by playing with just them before, so he knew what he was doing. Â I was giggling, gasping and moaning all at the same time - honestly, I canât even tell you how much it tickled! Â I stared cumming when he started gently suckling one nipple while tickling the other with that tickly little brush. Â (my insides are clenching up right now just remembering it!)
After three or four of these nipple-tickle-gasms he moved down to remove the suction bulb.  I cried out as the bulb came off  - my clit felt like it was on fire.  He made a sound to indicate that he was please with how it looked ( I donât remember exactly what he said because I was too busy panting and gasping).  Then he picked up the calligraphy brush and stared to âpaintâ me.Â
That brush tickled the hell out of my nipples, but it was a whole order of magnitude worse on my hyper-swollen clit.  I wrenched my body and tried squirm away, but he had me tied too well.  There was no escaping that brush.  He spread my pussy lips wide with one hand and brushed my defenseless swollen clit with the other - slow, delicate, careful strokes, up, down, sideways, up again ⌠ The orgasm started to bubble up in me within a minute as I continued to scream and pant and struggle.  It finally poured over the edge when I felt him adjust his hand to spread my pussy open even wider pulling up on it a little to expose my poor clit even more and to push my hips into the mattress further so I could move even less and tickle my clit in earnest with quick circling strokes.
I screamed. Â Screamed! Â Whatever I imagined an orgasm-by-tickling would feel like as I tried to tickle my own clit â having one really tickled out of me by someone else using the most tickly brush known to man while I was tied down and helpless to stop it was so much more incredible! Â My screaming became a keening wail as my ticklegasm went on and on. Â He knew I was cumming, but he just kept on tickling and tickling more and more. Â My clit got even more swollen and my juices were pouring out of me. Â I felt him use those juices as his own âpaintâ as he continued to torture me with that tickling brush. Â Â
Soon my clit was so big that he didnât need to use a hand to expose it, so he found another use for that other hand by using it to gently slide along the rest of my soaking pussy - which also tickled like hell, given how sensitive I now was from cumming.  With that brush still tickling my clit and his fingers tickling the outer edge of my opening I came again â or had I even stopped cumming from the first one?  Either way, not just my clit but my whole pussy now felt like it was on fire, and the tension of wanting to escape the tickling yet wanting him to keep touching me everywhere down there was becoming unbearable.  He ran the brush around and around in the outer edge of my opening, up and down the red slits between my inner and outer lips, back over my clit in little circles - I was going out of my mind!  Then I was suddenly aware that he had slipped one finger inside me and was rubbing the very bottom of my entrance with a slow downward stroke, while brushing the underside of my clit with a slow upward stroke at the same time.  I stopped breathing, my entire body focused on the new perfect stimulation, each stroke seeming to say âCum! ⌠Cum!â âŚ
Thatâs where my senses kind of over loaded, and the rest is all kind of a blur of sensation. Â I remember the feeling of clamping down on something inside me (his fingers? Â His cock?) as the brush still tickled my clit. Â Must have been his fingers, because they didnât move, they just pressed up, on that spot. (Having that spot pushed from inside while having my clit tickled at the same time is another sensation Iâll never forget!) Â Then I remember him fucking me, hard, pounding me over and over as I screamed and thrashed and came, and came, and came. Â
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Goodness me! That was hot! You had quite a time there⌠Thank you SO much for sharing it :)
So hereâs a fun ideaâŚ
While youâre out and about with your sub, go ahead and tease her a bit getting her nice and wet. Then, when youâre sure that her clit is moist, simply pop open a pack of these and apply one to that special spot.
Give it about 10-15 seconds to kick in.
Hopefully sheâs wearing a nice loose skirt and thereâs a bit of a breeze. Then you can really watch her dance.
For less that $2 youâve got 24 opportunities to watch her squirm and wiggle.
Or, for a less public option, stick one on the tip of your tongue before tonguing her to the edge a few times.
Hmmm.. Iâve heard of this before but have never done it. ⌠yet.