Ritual
Added 2021-02-01 16:50:29 +0000 UTCThis is... Honestly I don't have much context for this piece. It's exhibitionism, edging, and group play, all in one. Hope you enjoy!
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Your mind is empty. Tied down, in the centre of the circle, all eyes on your naked body. You are ready. The first person, the organiser, steps forwards, and it begins.
At first, it’s just their hands, teasing you. Tormenting you. Each swell of pleasure rushes deliciously through you.
But you don’t cum. Your body can’t. They won’t let it happen. So instead your poor empty mind begins to drown in the bliss of pleasure, occasionally brought to focus on sensations like a paddle, or a nail. Otherwise, hands, of the others who are now joining in.
Exploring your body. Finding your most sensitive places, and making you moan. It isn’t long before your body is automatically tensing, trying to writhe, but the ropes that bind you won’t let you do that either. There is no way to release the pressure. No way to find relief.
There is only the pleasure. Only the endless urge to cum, that edge, that is constantly drifting ever higher, just like the pleasure is.
Finally. You don’t know how long it has been, the hands stop. The instruments of your pleasurable torment recede.
And now the organiser walks around you, whilst the others untie you. And utters a single word.
“Cum.”
And with that, the tidal wave of pleasure crashes down, your body writhes, and the waves of pleasure are unending, unceasing, each one causing your brain to blank more.
To break more.
Until, finally, they slow, and come to a stop, leaving you in the warm afterglow. With their arms around you, they slowly, gently, raise you off the bed, and hold you, softly. Again, they whisper in your ear. Words of comfort, of encouragement. You did well.
