Words cannot convey how erotic it is, to be able to take something so intimate, so delicate, and pleasure it until that very pleasure becomes unbearable. The deeper you think about it, the more erotic it becomes.
The first orgasm was just to make her more sensitive for what
was in store, to make sure that when she unsuccessfully attempted to pull her
hips back and away from his touch, she’d fully realise just how helpless she
is. The thought of not being able to pull away once the water was thrashing
against her sex made her body surge with desire even during the afterglow of
her first orgasm. All those times using the shower head in her bathroom to
pleasure herself would pale in comparison to this, to finally be made to push
past those moments of over-sensitivity.
The
minutes it took for him to manoeuvre things into place felt like hours to the
unbearably aroused young woman, fit to bursting with anticipation and dripping
wet, her pussy still tingling from the fingertips that had already lavished it
with so much attention.
Without
warning the streams of water hit like a whip, jets of focused stimulation that
seemed designed just to stimulate and torment all at once. Her gasps could not
be heard over the sound of the water smacking against her sex, slapping hard as
if trying desperately to penetrate that tenderness. To have so much pressure
forcing against her most delicate place should have been painful, yet it was an
indescribable pleasure that teetered along the line of being too much and not
enough at the same time. Whereas when she played in the shower with the faucet,
she could control the force and accuracy to some degree, here she had to endure
an unchanging torrent of power that would not relent, making her both
anticipate and fear how it would feel once she came, her already hypersensitive
clitoris wanting so much more protection from the stimulation. Her hips didn’t
know what they wanted to do, whether to rock up and down to attract the attention
closer to where needed it in a bid for the climax she craved, or whether to try
and pull away and stop the torrent of sensations.
Once the whip-like jets of water focused their attack
more directly on the innermost regions of her sex, the orgasm which was so
slowly building up seemed to leap upon her. Like having her pussy constantly slapped, the sensations were all her mind could maintain any focus on, an unrelenting, pleasure filled, stinging impact that would cause for an orgasm to be the only possible outcome her body could comprehend. Partly due to the strict constraints of her bondage, the orgasm was the most intense she’d ever experienced. To be so wholly immobilized while experiencing sensations of pleasure that made her every muscle tense up, that made her want to curl up and protect her sensitivities, made it all the more agonisingly erotic; it was everything that she’d ever hoped it would be. Of course, the torrent did not cease for a second. Striking her clitoral region like a million thrashing tongues, her thighs strained to conceal herself from the onslaught to no avail. never before had she felt so completely exposed.
More intense than the roughest touch of a lover, the water showed no mercy to her delicate flower. At least when in the shower she could at the very least change the setting on the faucet to give herself a little respite. All she could do here was scream and cry out that she had come, though the man in control of the faucets knew that she wanted so much more. With her legs shaking uncontrollably, she strained against the bonds, both reviling and relishing the captivity as the water continued to wreak havoc against her sex. The problem for her would be that it would take a while for it to truly feel painful, until that time, it would force another few orgasms from her trembling body. From then on, she’d never be able to have a shower without thinking of these moments.
Now, when you go over the edge or even cum when you’re supposed to be denied, you have somewhere to go.
You have to do one spin if you went over and ruined it, and if you cum like a little harlot with no self control and ENJOY it… well, that’s THREE punishments for you!
You’ll soon learn, denial is better.
Good girls
Well shit, nearly 300 of you horny little fuckers have spun this thing in less than a day. You are very, very naughty! Yes I’m watching you, let’s see what the stats say…
Now this comes as no surprise, it’s you perverted Americans who have the least self control. It’s all that repressed sexuality. You should all be denied until you’re 21, that sounds like a good plan (it works so well for alcohol).
Oh but look, look, this is interesting, iPhone users lead the list wanting punishment, isn’t that interesting! And I though it would be the Windows Phone users who would be the most masochistic. Or maybe just there aren’t any of them… I suppose it’s not that surprising that those compelled to buy the shiniest trendy gadgets also have the worst self control.
Yep, very, very naughty, and I love you all!
PS to the girl asking where to aim when you get the breast smack result… you know, I’ll leave that to you. Whatever feels right. You can handle these big decisions.
This is a game to be played with a very close friend (I might make a group version if this proves popular).
You are going to end up having sex if you don’t lose the game, that’s how far this will go, so just be aware – only do this with someone you are prepared in theory to go that far with.
The ‘easy’ options are weighted so they are far more likely. However, each time an option is picked it is removed from the game, so the harder ones get more and more common. This means if you start playing with it, make sure to refresh the page to get all the options back before you play.
This is best played on a computer as sometimes the words don’t appear fully on a phone etc, but you can scroll down to read what it should have been from the list.
Read the rules below the picture and then click the link below to begin!
Get yourselves in the mood first. Alcohol will definitely help, but not too much.
Remember, this is a game. And it’s a dare game. Some of the things will be really pushing you. It is completely okay to stop at any time if you’re not having fun. Tell each other you understand and agree that.
If you want to you can go through the list down the wheel page and delete or change any of the choices. But it’s more fun not to really know what’s coming up and be aware that screws up the different weighting a bit.
Each of you takes a turn spinning the wheel and you have to do what it says. Sometimes this is for just you, sometimes it’s a joint dare.
How to lose
You get ONE pass where you can skip the task you are given. If you refuse to do a second task you lose the game!
Also, if you have an orgasm you LOSE the game, sometimes this will be your fault, sometimes it is the other person making you. You still lose.
The winner’s prize
The default winner’s prize is for the loser to be her slave for an hour. You have to do anything she tells you, which will possibly include going down on her and making her cum a lot (hint hint). You are of course allowed to agree a different prize BEFORE the game begins – you might want to make it for the rest of the day, or extend it much longer, or do something completely different!
On top of that the loser is not allowed to cum without the winner’s permission for THREE DAYS, but they have to edge four times a day at least or an extra day will be added on for each failed day (where you fail to edge four times or accidentally cum).
WINNER DENIAL BONUS – If the winner also chooses to be denied in the same way, then the loser must stay denied for as long as the winner, up to one whole week, at the end of which the loser has to make the winner cum three times before the loser is finally allowed to. The winner must ask the loser ‘Do you want to cum, or be denied for another week’ and stick with their decision.
Master told her that porn was off limits – but she didn’t obey. As a punishment, Master told her that she would be on camera for a live audience and be the porn object. She was helpless, and in the end, she agreed it was a very fitting punishment. Not to mention how horny she felt from all the onlookers. But, her chastity belt was firmly locked in place, and she felt completely humiliated, horny, and helpless.
Originally started as a much shorter caption which can be found Here, the concept seems too good to waste though so follow Julie on her journey through bad jobs.
After the mistake Julie made after applying for the last job you’d think she’d be more cautious when applying for cash in hand jobs. Unfortunately for her, Julie was desperate once more for cash and saw it as an opportunity for quick an easy money, surely it couldn’t be as bad as that party she worked at a couple of weeks ago.
Julie’s optimism changed for the worse though when she showed up for the days work. Firstly it was an adult store in the middle of a district known for it’s adult sexual activity with prostitution and strip clubs and it got even worse when was met with the host from the party. Seeing his face brought back memories of being tied up, degraded and used at the party for the guests amusement. It was daytime however so surely it couldn’t be anywhere near as bad as it was last time she thought.
“Ah, it’s you again” The host remarked once he saw her and he smiled at her, or maybe he was laughing Julie thought.
He granted Brandi three wishes, and after very little thought, she’d blurted out, ‘Bigger breasts; to play the piano at concert level and to always stay fit and slim.’
‘Really?’ He said amused, ‘You didn’t think about that for long,’. He began to weave his magic.
‘All I ever wanted was bigger boobs,’ she admitted, laughing as her bra began to stretch at the seams. ‘And my dad said I was too lazy to ever be good at piano!’
‘But you could have asked for a billion dollars, or to be a princess or, umm, maybe to be a bit smarter?’ he laughed.
But Brandi was ignoring him already, squealing with happiness as she lifted her top and took a selfie.
‘Oh, oh I’m slimmer too!’ she cried with delight.
Then she gasped as a silver chain magically appeared in a long loop between her breasts and tattoos appeared on her body, her skin tingling as she watched them take form.
‘What’s this, oh my god, it doesn’t come off!’ she cried as she looked at the seamless rings that had appeared through her nipples. They led to a lead he held in his hand and he began walking her along, the rings tugging mercilessly at her new ample cleavage.
‘What’s it for?’ She whined.
‘This will keep you fit and the marks show you’re mine now!’ He laughed in reply.
‘But I want to be instantly fit!’ Brandi objected.
‘You should have been more specific then.’
‘What about the piano playing?’ She said breathlessly as she tottered along behind him on the stupidly high heels she wore to impress the boys.
He led her to the shiny new piano that had appeared in the house.
Sitting her down he began tugging the chain as her fingers explored the keyboard. ‘It’ll take a lot of work but this will keep you motivated.’ He yanked the chain harder. ‘And until you play at concert level, you’ll belong to me!’
‘That will take years!’ She moaned, her new breasts tugged and pulled, bouncing, sending shocks down to her quickly moistening panties.
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