pleasuretorture: Anticipation once again permeated throughout the room as the audience took to their
pleasuretorture: Anticipation once again permeated throughout the room as the audience took to their seats. The previous nights had been so intense, watching her being teased constantly without the hope of climax. Perhaps this would be the night that she’d be given respite from the agonizing need. It was of course such a tantalizing affair, to watch such beautiful suffering, such desire, knowing that the performer had been selected due to her sensitivity. She of course was paid very handsomely, however this was a way to see something beyond an act, to see raw passion so fully exposed, pure unfiltered desire laid open beyond any mere performance. They were here to see sexuality at its finest. The slow, calculated bathing ritual was of course meant to arouse as much as cleanse, however these last couple of nights had been pure hell even without their grazing fingertips; a glance towards her bare skin was enough to burn like a lick of flame. The silence was what made it all so much worse, particularly when she was on the stage. The intimacy of the small audience kept her aware of how every pair of eyes were constantly lingering on her body, letting her bask in the heat of the thoughts that must be racing through their minds. If the teasing touches from being bathed and prepared were like the ebb of the tide against her arousal, the man’s hands against her were like a tsunami crashing over her. So much experience with teasing and tormenting his targets, honed to perfection and unleashed on this girl’s body all at once. The way his fingers trailed and played, caressed and penetrated. Always leaving the audience just on the brink as much as her, wondering whether she’d topple over, but he always knew when to stop. They had worked together for too long for him to make any mistakes, to not be able to read her little signs. They both wanted the same thing, for the audience to be able to taste the desire, to feel every pulse of longing. She wanted the men to feel that throb and imagine how it would feel within, he wanted the women to feel that convulsion and for them to moan in unison every time he entered her. Though as time went on, her attention veered from the audience and more onto herself as her mind joined her body in a desperate plea to climax. It was the same every day they performed, but as the week went on, it happened sooner and sooner. Though each time she whispered for him to please let her come, she was met with an audible ‘no’, loud enough for the audience to know what she’d asked and to let them revel in her sweet despair. When his rock hard cock was inside her, the tension was palpable. Every thrust seemed as if it would be the one to throw them over the edge, every wet slap of penetration was expected to be joined by her screams of release, yet still they both held on. He had also spent just as long as her without orgasm, though he loved it, the way it made him feel so stiff and full and how much more it added to the show. It was, after all, all about the show; their pleasure was the centre stage. That was why, when she gasped that she was about to come, and when the audience held their breath in anticipation, he withdrew and simply motioned ‘no’. Leaving her on edge as much as the audience, perhaps tomorrow he’ll be at the point where his will would be broken, where the desire to show off the art of lust wouldn’t outweigh his desperate need to come. She however was already beyond that point. Perhaps tomorrow the artistic, sensual splendour of orgasm will be on display, but not tonight. Content created by: PleasureTortureImage source from: XChimera -- source link