godless flesh

Standing on tip toes for a minute without letting your heels drop, but while wearing a vibrator at top power, and for every second you don't make it you get a spanking

Recite the alphabet - simple enough - but wearing a spider gag which makes it near impossible to speak, and for every unclear letter it's a day of orgasm denial

Sit on a series of increasingly large dildos all the way to the hilt, and then the one that is just too big, that you fit into your tight hole, is the one you get fucked with until it does go to the base

calling them over and making them strip and get on all fours. Guide their legs to spread and back to arch just enough to give you a perfect view of their hole

running your hands over them, spreading them to see how they clench around nothing, desperate to be filled.

push your fingers into their mouth and feel their teeth, press down on their tongue and test how they gag.

rub their clit or cup their balls in your hand to feel the weight

I want you salivating as you stare up at my cunt, oral fixation driving you wild with a carnal want that won't be sated.

Maybe if you're lucky, I'll drip through the barriers and you'll get a taste of me. But you'll have to make sure I'm exceptionally wet for that to happen.

the desperation, your body craving something, release and relief

edging towards the limits of your ability and your patience, but resisting it

wanting it to be over, to be allowed to let go already, because you know it will feel so good when you finally do

denying yourself that

squirming

rubbing your thighs together, crossing your legs, anything to get some friction or pressure

slowly getting wet

when you’re so close to losing control you think it might start coming out, your muscles tremble and ache, quivering to be allowed to release

coming back down from the wave of need, having just had a glimpse of the feeling of letting go

when the sensations are so intense you feel almost numb

mindless pleading and begging, “please please please, oh god, I want to”

or “please oh no—not yet—please, hold it”

squeezing your eyes shut to focus better

muscles twitching, throbbing

your hips moving on their own, grinding forward

letting out a large leak that definitely pushes you into the category of “wet themselves” but without any relief cause you’re still holding, is as torturous as accidentally edging too far and having a ruined orgasm, with some sort of relief but no real satisfaction

coming back down from the brink, relieved you kept it in but also so frustrated because you want this to be over so bad

when you finally take it too far

“no no nonono”

“it’s coming out”

“I can’t stop it”

trying to fight it to the very end, but it overwhelms and overtakes you

warmth spreading between your legs as you grow wet, your exhausted muscles throbbing

your body involuntarily relaxing into it, finally giving in

slumping in your seat, panting, as you finally let it wash over you; it’s too late to stop it now

the blissful pleasure of aftershocks as you continue to shivering in pleasure

milking out the sensations, squeezing your thighs, rubbing yourself, pressing down on your lower stomach