Test Subject (transcription)
Transcription from the audio tease 'Test Subject' Test Subject
You are going to strip naked. You are going to lie down on that bed, on your back, your arms and legs spread wide, imagining them tied in that position. For now, you are our test subject, ours to tease and torment until you are crying and screaming in need. Your body is our experiment.
As you lie back and imagine being strapped down on that table, feeling us around you, before the darkness of the blindfold covers your eyes, you look up and see the machines above you, all registering every single sensation coursing through you. Registering the signals your body gives us to let us know that you’re right on the edge. There’s no escape.
Now let your fingertips just glide down your cleavage, along your stomach, just stroke up and down as you feel our fingertips gently explore the curves of your body.
Just feeling your form and stature, tantalising every little curve of your fine, adoring the softness of your skin, the warmth of you. Paying attention to your cleavage, you can almost tell that we can feel the quickening beat of your heart. Feeling the rise and fall of your chest as you know it’s begun, and you know it won’t stop.
Feel our fingertips trace along your shoulders, up your neck and down, teasing around your body, all the way down your sides, along your waist, around your hips, along your thighs, feeling palms pressing to your inner thighs, fingertips cradling just around your sex but never touching it, not yet.
Just tease around that little area and back up your body, countless hands, countless fingertips, losing track of the sensations until they all become one. Keep those fingers pressing on you, teasing up to your chest. Circle slowly around your chest, knowing all those fingers want to push against your sensitive spots, want to grope and tweak you.
But you know we’re not going to give in to those urges. You are our experiment, and we’re going to take as long as we need with you to see just how far you can be pushed. Slowly tracing around your chest. Circle slowly around, closing in towards your nipples.
Circle around your nipples. And now, back further away, the circle’s getting larger until again you’re just circling around your chest. Just keep those palms sliding up and down again along your body, down to that little bump, the curve of your mound, but back up, not allowing those touches to get too intimate. Slow trails of fingertips caressing you, painting a picture across your body, a picture of pure desire, wanting to grasp you, to penetrate you, to feel you, to explore your pleasure, but that will come later.
The faint, dim glow of machines above you, the screens registering you. You can hear them working, knowing they can sense every feeling you have. And we can sense easily just what you want. We can feel the slow rocking of your hips, the rise and fall of your chest, the twitch of your body as you beg us wordlessly for more.
Keep stroking up and down, massaging yourself, feeling us caress every inch of you, knowing that soon you’ll be straining against the restraints, that you’ll be pulling and writhing, twisting and turning with all your might. Soon you’ll be screaming, but not yet. Let your palms just pass over your chest to feel your nipples just rise along those palms, and now circle them. Slow circles.
Thinking of all the things we can do to you, the instruments we could use on you, preferring though to just feel your skin with our own. How you can feel the warmth with those hands, the silky softness of the fingertips trailing along your body. Keep working yourself gently. Now, just glide your fingertips over the tips of your nipples. Good girl.
Hearing us whisper, whisper into your ears that we can see how much you love it, how much you want us to explore you further, whispering to you that day after day will do this.
Imagine us telling you that we won’t let you come, that we’ll just keep teasing you repeatedly as our fingers trail along your body, how it would cause you to writhe as we tell you that we’re going to explore the limits of your pleasure, to edge you day after day, repeatedly for hours, until you’re in tears with need. And then all I’ll do is stop and tell you that we’ll start again tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. You’re begging what would be like music to our ears.
Now keep stroking your body. Up and down. Down close to your pussy, your fingers so close to touching, and then back up. Gently caress your chest, groping yourself, feeling our hands curled around those mounds, squeezing, gently rolling your nipples between our fingertips.
Gently… nice and slowly. And now a quick pinch and release. And back to circling, circling the nipples, stiffened for us and ready for more. A pinch again, hard, tweaking, and stop. Release as their fingers circle again. And now grope hard, squeezing your chest, feeling them not wanting to let go.
Now slowly slide your fingers down, feeling those hands creep down, down to your inner thighs, massaging them. Countless fingers tracing so close to your sex.
Keep slowly sliding up and down, feeling those fingers trail along the edges of your pussy, just rubbing the lips of your entrance.
How much you’d give us to explore your pussy, to suck and lick every inch, to capture your clitoris between our lips and devour it, each taking turns to suck on it, to feel it swell within our lips, to feel it tremble against our tongues, for your legs to try and clench as we suck it hard, mercilessly ravaging your body. But now, you don’t need that yet. Now slide your fingers back up and caress your chest once again.
We delight in feeling every movement of your body. Imagine a hand pressing to your neck, clenching it and pushing down slightly, making you feel completely under our control. We tell you that this is how you’re going to feel every single day. You’re our prisoner of pleasure.
It will be torture. Now pinch those nipples hard. Pinch them and tweak. Keep tweaking them.
Pull them. Tweak and pull them hard. And release. And now back to simply groping yourself, kneading your chest in our palms.
Now slide your fingers down, down to that little mound, and just slide your fingers slowly down it as we feel the crease of your sex. We feel the warmth of it already. And back up and back down slowly, up and down. That’s it.
You want us to do so much more, but we won’t quite yet. Give it a slap, and again and again and back up to your chest and grope yourself once again. Those little slaps let you know that we own your body, that every expression is for our amusement. Your pleasure is completely in our hands.
Now pinch your nipples again. Pinch them while your palms caress your chest. Keep pinching hard, tweaking them as we grope and fondle you. Now slide your hand down and just let it slip over the tip of your clitoris, feeling it protected by that little hood.
Keep sliding up and down over it. Good girl. Now just circle it gently. Slow circles.
We have plenty of time to tease you. Plenty of time to bring you to the edge. Keep circling, and now slide your finger left and right over it. Nice and slow.
And back to circling it. Keep it going. Keep circling it as you hear the machines above you honing in on your body, examining every inch of you just as we are with our fingers. Now, back to sliding over it, pressing gently against your clitoris.
Now, with your other hand, peel that little clitoral hood back, expose it for us as you feel the fingers pulling on it, ready to tease that exposed little bud of pleasure, helpless to do anything. Though you aren’t straining on those restraints quite yet, that will come. Circle that exposed clit. Thinking of us all watching, our eyes peering at your most intimate little place.
Now that we’ve seen it, what else could we do to you to make you think more of your own body? As you feel our fingers circling, knowing that we can do anything to you, knowing that we can make you feel so much more. Just at that moment, the finger sweeps over your clitoris. The tip of that finger just sweeps over the tip of your clit, left and right over it. Good girl. Keep sweeping over it.
And now circle it again. No matter how much you ask us to do more, we do not pay you any attention. We do not answer your requests. We simply do what we desire to make you suffer the most.
Now circle directly over your clitoris. Keep that finger moving in circles over it, teasing it so delicately. Imagine the view, the scene, the fingers exposing that little clit, keeping that hood pulled back while we all peer at the sight, at the wonder of your body as one fingertip controls it. All watching, gazing at that one finger moving in such a slight motion.
Keep it going. Good girl. Keep going. Back to circling around it.
Slow circles. And you know that any time you get close, we’ll know it and we’ll stop. And there’s nothing you can do to relieve that pressure that will build up inside you. Now back to circling on your clit.
Keep circling. That’s it. Keep going. And back to circling around it now.
You hear us whisper, chatter of how wonderful your body is, of how pleasurable it is to tease you. After days, you think of how it would feel to hear us continue to talk of how much of a wonder it is to have you in this state. How much we enjoy seeing you cry with need, to seeing you so utterly desperate, to be melting in an abyss of pure torture, pure need, so helpless that you’d do anything, anything at all to make a stop, to at least give you the orgasm you will truly crave. Now we masturbate you fast.
Work those fingertips as you feel us working your body, rubbing your pussy just the way you need, as if we’ve been examining your masturbation techniques for years, knowing just the way that feels perfect to you. Keep it going. Keep those fingers working. Nice and fast.
Keep going. Good girl. Keep going faster. It’s not stopping.
It’s not stopping until you reach that edge, and we’ll know it. Keep going right to that pinnacle. You feel it build and build until you feel like not a second would go by without you coming, without you letting go, without that gasp of pleasure taking hold. Just as you reach that edge, it stops.
We watch the rocking of your hips, and without much rest, we start again now, right to the edge as we work you fast. Good girl, keep going. Not daring to stop, wanting you to suffer, whispering to you that this is just the beginning. With our machines, we can tell just when you’re there, and we can tell just how to keep you right on the edge.
Get to the edge and hold it. Think of us crowded around you, whispering to you, whispers telling you how much you want to come, how you’d love to give in, how we can see your juices trailing down your thighs, down your ass cheeks, how you keep dripping for us. How your pussy looks so red and swollen, gushing with need. Keep it there. We’re not letting you come.
Hold it. Hold it. Keep going.
Stop.
Rest a moment. As we watch you breathing deeply, you feel our hands occasionally caressing you, touching your breasts, your nipples, your body, your thighs. The trail of lips on your nipples, occasionally, the sharp sensation of a pinch to the nipples, pulling them, clenching them. You’d love to feel that mouth press to your clit.
Just as you think of that, you feel the masturbation again. Now, right now it comes, bringing you there to that pinnacle as it works fast, masturbate right to the edge, getting you close.
How does it make you feel to hear us all talk of that sound, that wet sound of masturbation? Any other time it would embarrass you, but all you can think of now is how much you want to have so much attention on your body, on your pleasure, revelling in your ecstasy.
Keep it going right to the edge, holding you there. Never before had you thought you could be held on the edge for so long, to be tortured like this without coming. Soon, you’ll wish you’d never felt it as it becomes an agony beyond anything. Keep going.
Don’t stop. Faster. Keep right on that brink. Don’t stop.
The wet sound of the finger rubbing you, rubbing that wet little pussy. Feeling lips pressing to your body, licking around your nipples, occasionally biting and pulling on them, sucking them.
Stop.
And again, right now. We don’t let you rest now. Now it’s time for you to experience pure torment. Keep it going right to the edge.
Don’t stop. Keep it going. As fast as you can. Hold it.
Hold it right there. Keep going faster, faster. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare.
You’re not going to fall off that pinnacle. Not yet. We’re not going to allow it.
Stop.
And again, just as you try to get your breath back, they attack your body mercilessly. Relentlessly, the fingers press upon you, savouring in your cries and moans. Keep going right to the edge, holding it there, feeling that knot within you, wanting to unravel, only getting tighter and tighter as we keep going on. Don’t stop.
Keep going.
Stop.
And again, right now, right now, keep going, having us tell you that if there was any way that you could dare come without the permission having been given, you would experience ruined orgasms day after day. The moment after you came, making sure that you experienced five ruined orgasms in a row, telling you that you wouldn’t come for another week after that.
Stop.
I hope that has been made clear to you. The whispers trail through your mind. Again, now, right to the edge.
Right to the edge, and do not dare stop. Faster. Keep it going. Hearing their enjoyment of the torment of your body.
Keep going. Hold that edge. Hold it. Hold it.
Keep it going. Don’t you dare stop. Hold it. It’s not stopping.
No matter how much you beg, no matter how much you ride those hips trying to entice us, trying to make it show just how badly you want to come, no matter how much your juices leak from that trembling little hole, it’s not going to stop. Keep it going.
Stop.
And again now, hearing the machines buzz above you, registering the pinnacles of your pleasure, informing them that they’re not allowed to stop, knowing that if they do, they’ll have failed, failed in exploring the limits of your ecstasy.
Stop and slap your pussy five times.
You hear the sound of the slaps echo throughout the room.
Suddenly, again, it starts. The masturbation begins once again right to the edge, fast as you can, whispering in your ears how it feels to have that clit exposed and sucked on, tongues trailing around it, imagining a dildo thrusting inside you, a machine controlling it, nonstop penetration, vibrating, constantly working your little quivering hole until you are convulsing nonstop. We’ll be watching your clitoris twitch.
Stop.
It’s not over.
Not even nearly. Again, get to the edge right now.
You’re going to suffer. Keep going faster. Faster right on that edge. Hold it until it is unbearable.
Keep going. Keep going. Faster. Faster.
Hold it. Feeling the hand press against your neck, pinning you down even further. You can clench your legs. You can do whatever you want.
It’s not stopping. Keep going. Keep going.
Stop.
And again, right now, hearing that whisper, good girl, over and over, tormented, bound to your own agony, a victim of your own pleasure. Keep going faster. We’re not going to stop taking turns masturbating you.
Stop as another finger presses against your entrance.
Again, right now, masturbating until the need makes you cry, not giving you the release you really need. Keep going. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.
Don’t you dare stop holding it right at that brink. I know it’s agony. That’s just what we want.
Stop.
And again now, I know you want to come. I know it’s too much. We want to go beyond too much. Keep going.
We want to feel your clitoris twitching, to watch it almost vibrating in constant need. Your pussy is convulsing. We want to feel every morsel of your pussy clenching in constant desire.
Stop.
Again, right now.
Oh, you want to rest? We can see that. We can see that, boy, how your hips are constantly jerking up and down. How you’re straining against those bonds.
Every muscle seems to tremble. That’s just what we want. Keep going. I know it’s hard being held on the edge like this, but you don’t exactly have a choice.
Keep going. But once we do make you come, we’re not stopping. We want that to be just as torturous as this. Keep going.
Stop.
And again now, faster, you hear the sounds of licking, the wet nibbles, the sucking, all masked underneath the sound of that finger working your wetness, never relenting, holding you on that edge.
Stop.
And again now, so many mouths latched onto your delicacy.
Those tongues sweeping up and down. Imagine how your pussy would be feasted on after being held on the edge for so long, for so many times. How their mouths just pressing to you would almost be enough to set you over.
Keep it going faster, faster.
Stop. Now slide that finger inside yourself. Feel the heat. Feel how that little hole trembles.
Every movement… every movement of that finger makes it clench. And back out.
And masturbate yourself again fast. Feeling this pleasuring you so hard, so cruelly. Don’t stop.
Keep going. That’s it. Faster and harder. That edge is all you will feel.
That orgasm wants to be unleashed.
Stop.
And, again, right now, think of how good it is gonna feel to come, that gushing of pleasure erupting from you. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.
Keep it going, wanting that penetration, masturbating just the way you desire.
Stop.
Just breathe a moment. Again, now.
Keep it going. We want to see your frustration. We want to hear your agony. We want to feel the pure need in your body as you’re made to hold it, forced to endure it, to hold yourself on that edge.
Keep it going.
Stop.
And again, right now. I know it’s torment.
Keep going. Don’t you dare stop. We don’t let you rest as our hands caress your body while you’re held on that brink. Keep going faster.
Stop. And again, right now, right now, as we whisper to you that we’re going to make you come. Keep yourself on that edge. We’re going to make you come, and we’re not going to stop.
Hold it. Hold it. That’s it. Right there.
Hold it. Keep going until you can’t take it, until it’s just too much, and keep holding it. That’s it.
Come.
Come right now.
That’s it. Come.
Good girl, come for us as we watch your body thrash and void, convulsing in pure pleasure.
Keep going. Keep it going. Making you draw that orgasm out, not letting you rest, watching your body heave and thrust for us. Keep going.
It doesn’t stop. No matter how much you pull on those restraints, our fingers keep working on you. Our mouths keep pressed to you, sucking and licking, nibbling and teasing. That’s it.
Keep going. Come again.
Come.
Come.
Don’t you dare stop. We’re going to keep going until it’s too much. Keep going. Faster.
Faster. You tell us over and over that it’s too intense, that you can’t take it, but we don’t reply. We just keep rubbing and masturbating you, fondling and teasing and caressing and groping, owning you, exploring your pleasure as deep as we can. That’s it.
Keep going. Come. Come. Harder and harder and harder.
Don’t you dare stop. The most intense, constant orgasm you can take. Keep going. Keep going.
Even when you can’t take it, when it’s too much, we keep working your pussy. That sweet wet depth penetrating, masturbating, devouring you. Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.
Work it. You’re ours. We control your pleasure. Keep it going.
I know it’s too much. That won’t make us stop. Keep going. Scream for us.
Beg us. Plead with us. Keep going. Faster.
Keep coming. It’s not stopping. That’s it. Take it.
Take it. Take it. Faster. Faster.
Feeling your hypersensitive pussy rubbed while your nipples are pinched and bitten, sucked and licked. Keep going. Keep going. It’s not stopping.
We don’t care how much your pussy juice leaks from that tight little hole, how red and swollen it gets, how much your clit twitches on its own. Keep going. It’s not stopping.
Faster. Faster. Don’t you dare try to stop it. It doesn’t matter how much you beg, how much you cry out.
It’s not stopping. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.
Keep going. Keep going. If you can come again in ten seconds, we’ll stop. Otherwise, it won’t.
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Come.
Come for us. That’s it.
Keep going. If you’re coming, ride it, and then stop. If you haven’t come, keep going. That’s it.
Feeling our palms caress every inch of you, our fingers coated with your wetness, the warmth of your sex against our fingers, your heaving chest rippling for us, coated in your own juices as we slide our fingers all around you, pinching, tweaking, slipping in and out of you, enjoying your moans very much. It’s not stopping. We simply say that your begging and whimpering of overstimulation pleases us greatly. You feel our bodies pressing in so close to you, so tightly.
That’s it. Keep going. Keep going. We don’t want this agony to ever stop.
We want you to truly suffer. Good girl. Take it. Take it.
Just a little more.
Stop.
Good girl. And just rest and recover.
Feeling our palms just gliding over you gently now, massaging your body. And as you keep feeling that massaging motion and palms cradling every inch of you, you recover and wait, knowing that soon enough it will all start over again for you, once we know you’re ready for it.
We love tormenting you. Our Test Subject.