This blog is about female teasing & denial, and orgasm control, with special emphasis on submissive themes, masturbation instruction, images and media. Please check out my about and tags/categories pages for more.

1st October 2014

Photoset reblogged from Lipstixxx with 403 notes

lipstixxx:

See the full video at Fucking Machines.
View more Lipstixxx gifs!

Yay! Sybian races!

Tagged: sybiangifs

1st October 2014

Photo reblogged from Untitled with 88 notes

In reality, this is slimy. Just as erotica, though, it’s delicious!
hypnoswriter:

I frowned and scratched my head, looking at the young man skeptically.
He’d just moved into the house next door and I’d stopped in to say hello and drop off some of my mom’s cooking as a gift to welcome him to the neighborhood. He was cute, attractive and a bit older than me. My guess was mid-twenties, he looked like he could be a TA at the university that I went to during the school year.
Given the fact that he’d just bought one of the nicer houses on the block, and clearly seemed to live alone, I figured that he probably did something with computers. Software developers seemed to have money, and at his age that seemed a reasonable explanation for how he’d be able to afford the house.
I had not expected him to introduce himself as a world famous hypnotist.
"Sorry, you’re what?" I asked, trying not to laugh. He might as well have said that he was a rodeo clown for all the credibility that a stage hypnotist had with me. I was skeptical of that sort of thing. It was like magic, nothing that actually existed, just something that people liked to play along with. People wanted to act out and so they let themselves be "hypnotized" so that they could get attention onstage. 
Just like a magician didn’t really saw a woman in half a hypnotist certainly couldn’t control minds or make people do anything.
He laughed, seeing that I was trying not to, which gave me permission to laugh. Clearly he was used to that sort of reaction.
"Well I guess I’m not that world famous if you’ve never heard of me," he admitted, "but I do perform all around the world and I am a hypnotist. So, forgive me if I wanted to give myself a of a showy title when meeting my cute neighbor."
I blushed and accepted his offer to come in and put the baking on his kitchen counter. I wasn’t good at flirting, but I knew when someone was doing it to me. I let my hair cover my face a little to hopefully hide the shade of red I was turning.
Setting my mom’s cooking down on his kitchen counter I decided to ask a few questions of him, since though I didn’t believe in hypnotism it was at least an interesting profession.
"So you do shows where people act like chickens and things like that?" I asked.
"Well my shows tend to be adult orientated, so very few chickens. Mostly I help people unlock their fantasies, and they live them out on stage for the enjoyment of the audience," he said, shrugging. He leaned against the counter next to me, his hands shoved into his jean pockets.
"So you make people who want to be strippers anyway, strip?" 
"Sometimes, yes. Hypnosis helps people act out fantasies they might have but never really take action on. But it also helps people discover what their actual fantasies are, deep down. And a good hypnotist, a skilled hypnotist, can help people find new fantasies. My suggestions become their thoughts, and so they may do something that they’d never consider doing before just because they want to please me," he said.
"So if I were at a show what would I see?" I asked.
"Well you’d likely see my spiral. I bring it out to help give my subjects a focusing point to watch.""But I wouldn’t volunteer," I said.
"Oh? Why not, are you afraid of what fantasy you might unlock?" he said. It sounded like he was teasing, but his voice was serious. I swallowed, feeling suddenly hot. 
"I just don’t believe in hypnosis, I wouldn’t want to ruin your show by not going under," I explained.
"Oh of course. That’s very thoughtful. I mean it would be terrible if I tried to hypnotize you and you didn’t sink deeply into trance like everyone else on stage. I could see it, I ask you to look deeply into my eyes, just like you’re doing now, and I tell you to relax and breath deeply and keep taking deep breaths as you look deep into my eyes. And as you do that you don’t become hypnotized, you just relax a little and sink deeply listening to my voice. It would be so embarrassing for me if you just looked deeply into my eyes but didn’t get hypnotized deeply, just sank down relaxing more and more. But not getting hypnotized."
I nodded, but didn’t say anything. His eyes were deep and blue, and I felt myself relaxing. Breathing deep. It felt good and comfortable and of course I wasn’t being hypnotized, we were just talking about how I wouldn’t be hypnotized.
"Not getting hypnotized as you relax and sink down. Each breath relaxing you, each word guiding you more deeply. Deeply into my eyes, no thoughts, no worries. Not getting hypnotized as you relax more now. Sinking, deeply. Now if you were hypnotized you’d want to resist obeying my commands. But since you’re only very relaxed, deeply relaxed, you don’t need to think about resisting. It will be fun to simply listen to my voice and carry out anything I suggest."
He reached up and stroked my neck.
"Remove your clothes now, but keep your bra and panties on," he said.
Since I wasn’t hypnotized I didn’t bother trying to not do it. Instead I was just talking with someone who had asked me to do something so very natural and I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to welcome him to the neighborhood.
I undressed.
"Good Girl. It’s nice to listen to what I say and do it, even if you’re not hypnotized. Even if you just sink more deeply now. No thoughts and no worries. Now take a deep breath and sleep," he said and snapped his fingers.
My eyes closed and everything went dark.
Even though it’s total bullshit it’s cool having a hypnotist next door. I’m always over, we’ve kind of been fucking a lot. I don’t believe in what he does, it’s a load of crap, but he’s cute and such a fantastic lover. He says he needs an assistant and I want to go with him on tour to Europe.
My mother said no, but then after talking one on one with our neighborhood hypnotist she changed her mind. So I’m going to spend the next year traveling around as his Good Girl. I really hope Master’s show does well, I mean since hypnosis is fake I’m just surprised he can make a living doing it.

In reality, this is slimy. Just as erotica, though, it’s delicious!

hypnoswriter:

I frowned and scratched my head, looking at the young man skeptically.

He’d just moved into the house next door and I’d stopped in to say hello and drop off some of my mom’s cooking as a gift to welcome him to the neighborhood. He was cute, attractive and a bit older than me. My guess was mid-twenties, he looked like he could be a TA at the university that I went to during the school year.

Given the fact that he’d just bought one of the nicer houses on the block, and clearly seemed to live alone, I figured that he probably did something with computers. Software developers seemed to have money, and at his age that seemed a reasonable explanation for how he’d be able to afford the house.

I had not expected him to introduce himself as a world famous hypnotist.

"Sorry, you’re what?" I asked, trying not to laugh. He might as well have said that he was a rodeo clown for all the credibility that a stage hypnotist had with me. I was skeptical of that sort of thing. It was like magic, nothing that actually existed, just something that people liked to play along with. People wanted to act out and so they let themselves be "hypnotized" so that they could get attention onstage. 

Just like a magician didn’t really saw a woman in half a hypnotist certainly couldn’t control minds or make people do anything.

He laughed, seeing that I was trying not to, which gave me permission to laugh. Clearly he was used to that sort of reaction.

"Well I guess I’m not that world famous if you’ve never heard of me," he admitted, "but I do perform all around the world and I am a hypnotist. So, forgive me if I wanted to give myself a of a showy title when meeting my cute neighbor."

I blushed and accepted his offer to come in and put the baking on his kitchen counter. I wasn’t good at flirting, but I knew when someone was doing it to me. I let my hair cover my face a little to hopefully hide the shade of red I was turning.

Setting my mom’s cooking down on his kitchen counter I decided to ask a few questions of him, since though I didn’t believe in hypnotism it was at least an interesting profession.

"So you do shows where people act like chickens and things like that?" I asked.

"Well my shows tend to be adult orientated, so very few chickens. Mostly I help people unlock their fantasies, and they live them out on stage for the enjoyment of the audience," he said, shrugging. He leaned against the counter next to me, his hands shoved into his jean pockets.

"So you make people who want to be strippers anyway, strip?" 

"Sometimes, yes. Hypnosis helps people act out fantasies they might have but never really take action on. But it also helps people discover what their actual fantasies are, deep down. And a good hypnotist, a skilled hypnotist, can help people find new fantasies. My suggestions become their thoughts, and so they may do something that they’d never consider doing before just because they want to please me," he said.

"So if I were at a show what would I see?" I asked.

"Well you’d likely see my spiral. I bring it out to help give my subjects a focusing point to watch."

"But I wouldn’t volunteer," I said.

"Oh? Why not, are you afraid of what fantasy you might unlock?" he said. It sounded like he was teasing, but his voice was serious. I swallowed, feeling suddenly hot. 

"I just don’t believe in hypnosis, I wouldn’t want to ruin your show by not going under," I explained.

"Oh of course. That’s very thoughtful. I mean it would be terrible if I tried to hypnotize you and you didn’t sink deeply into trance like everyone else on stage. I could see it, I ask you to look deeply into my eyes, just like you’re doing now, and I tell you to relax and breath deeply and keep taking deep breaths as you look deep into my eyes. And as you do that you don’t become hypnotized, you just relax a little and sink deeply listening to my voice. It would be so embarrassing for me if you just looked deeply into my eyes but didn’t get hypnotized deeply, just sank down relaxing more and more. But not getting hypnotized."

I nodded, but didn’t say anything. His eyes were deep and blue, and I felt myself relaxing. Breathing deep. It felt good and comfortable and of course I wasn’t being hypnotized, we were just talking about how I wouldn’t be hypnotized.

"Not getting hypnotized as you relax and sink down. Each breath relaxing you, each word guiding you more deeply. Deeply into my eyes, no thoughts, no worries. Not getting hypnotized as you relax more now. Sinking, deeply. Now if you were hypnotized you’d want to resist obeying my commands. But since you’re only very relaxed, deeply relaxed, you don’t need to think about resisting. It will be fun to simply listen to my voice and carry out anything I suggest."

He reached up and stroked my neck.

"Remove your clothes now, but keep your bra and panties on," he said.

Since I wasn’t hypnotized I didn’t bother trying to not do it. Instead I was just talking with someone who had asked me to do something so very natural and I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to welcome him to the neighborhood.

I undressed.

"Good Girl. It’s nice to listen to what I say and do it, even if you’re not hypnotized. Even if you just sink more deeply now. No thoughts and no worries. Now take a deep breath and sleep," he said and snapped his fingers.

My eyes closed and everything went dark.

Even though it’s total bullshit it’s cool having a hypnotist next door. I’m always over, we’ve kind of been fucking a lot. I don’t believe in what he does, it’s a load of crap, but he’s cute and such a fantastic lover. He says he needs an assistant and I want to go with him on tour to Europe.

My mother said no, but then after talking one on one with our neighborhood hypnotist she changed her mind. So I’m going to spend the next year traveling around as his Good Girl. I really hope Master’s show does well, I mean since hypnosis is fake I’m just surprised he can make a living doing it.

Tagged: hypnoswritereroticahypnosis

1st October 2014

Photo reblogged from My Trousers Rolled with 286 notes

rolledtrousers:

Trussed
Sometimes you cling to your restraints. I’ve watched your fingers wrap around them, soft tips against hard metal, sharp plastic, or rough rope. It doesn’t matter how unfriendly the material is, I’ve watched you loop it around your digits and squeeze tight, until your knuckles pale and your face winces. 
The why, though, that gets me. Is it because you’ve nothing else to cling to, and you have to cling to something? I don’t think so. I think the air is just as good to fill your fingers with, or else they could clench themselves, nails digging into your palm for that nice little bite of pain that makes you gasp. 
It’s not a conscious thing, I know that much. The absurd would trickle into the scene if you were more focused on whether you want to grab that length of rope that’s holding you still instead of whatever delightful thing I’m doing to your delightful body. So it’s your subconscious, then.
The same subconscious that’s brought you here. The same base desires, the same internal conflict that wants and doesn’t want, all at the same time. That relishes the restraints just as you bemoan them, frustrated by your artificial inability to do, well, anything.
You grab them because you love them as much as you hate them. Because you want to feel something other than the air, other than yourself, and hold onto it like it’s a life raft that’s going to carry you to the shore. As if it has more power than me, that anything might. 
And when I take them off, wind the rope clear of your wrists, or cut the ties free, slip the key into the padlock, the look on your face of relief and disappointment is just about as delicious a sight as I can take.

rolledtrousers:

Trussed

Sometimes you cling to your restraints. I’ve watched your fingers wrap around them, soft tips against hard metal, sharp plastic, or rough rope. It doesn’t matter how unfriendly the material is, I’ve watched you loop it around your digits and squeeze tight, until your knuckles pale and your face winces. 

The why, though, that gets me. Is it because you’ve nothing else to cling to, and you have to cling to something? I don’t think so. I think the air is just as good to fill your fingers with, or else they could clench themselves, nails digging into your palm for that nice little bite of pain that makes you gasp. 

It’s not a conscious thing, I know that much. The absurd would trickle into the scene if you were more focused on whether you want to grab that length of rope that’s holding you still instead of whatever delightful thing I’m doing to your delightful body. So it’s your subconscious, then.

The same subconscious that’s brought you here. The same base desires, the same internal conflict that wants and doesn’t want, all at the same time. That relishes the restraints just as you bemoan them, frustrated by your artificial inability to do, well, anything.

You grab them because you love them as much as you hate them. Because you want to feel something other than the air, other than yourself, and hold onto it like it’s a life raft that’s going to carry you to the shore. As if it has more power than me, that anything might. 

And when I take them off, wind the rope clear of your wrists, or cut the ties free, slip the key into the padlock, the look on your face of relief and disappointment is just about as delicious a sight as I can take.

Tagged: eroticarolledtrousers

Source: fantasizes-about-this

1st October 2014

Photo reblogged from Untitled with 88 notes

celestialspectre:

Classic piece…those brushes and that supple feather make me quiver every time! I always wish something like this would happen to me every time I go to a salon :D

The nail salon offered after hours pedicures for the extremely ticklish. It was an honest service. They would restrain your feet and even your toes, and give you a professional pedicure as quickly as possible, all when no other customers were around to be disturbed by the laughter and struggling.
There was one regular hyper-ticklish customer who was very informal and friendly with the staff. One day when she shrieked, the employee winked and joked “Oooh, I think you better give me a good tip or maybe I’ll work on that spot a very long time.” The customer smiled and blushed… flushed, actually, and the employee decided to press further. “You’re very tough, you know. You are maybe the most ticklish customer we have, and yet you’re always cheerful and get through it so well. I’ll bet you could take a lot of tickling. Have you ever wondered about that?”
Yes, the customer was definitely getting aroused, squeezing her thighs together and trying not to fidget.

celestialspectre:

Classic piece…those brushes and that supple feather make me quiver every time! I always wish something like this would happen to me every time I go to a salon :D

The nail salon offered after hours pedicures for the extremely ticklish. It was an honest service. They would restrain your feet and even your toes, and give you a professional pedicure as quickly as possible, all when no other customers were around to be disturbed by the laughter and struggling.

There was one regular hyper-ticklish customer who was very informal and friendly with the staff. One day when she shrieked, the employee winked and joked “Oooh, I think you better give me a good tip or maybe I’ll work on that spot a very long time.” The customer smiled and blushed… flushed, actually, and the employee decided to press further. “You’re very tough, you know. You are maybe the most ticklish customer we have, and yet you’re always cheerful and get through it so well. I’ll bet you could take a lot of tickling. Have you ever wondered about that?”

Yes, the customer was definitely getting aroused, squeezing her thighs together and trying not to fidget.

Tagged: ticklingimagesdrawings

1st October 2014

Photo reblogged from Black Slut for Whites with 1,173 notes

feministfuckdolltrainer:

sotightandshiny:

feministfuckdolltrainer:

ditzytits:

Uhnf!  Strangers molesting me anywhere…

If you’re not getting groped, what’s the point of having tits?

I love the mental of image of @ditzytits just feeling slightly inconvenienced by all the strangers grabbing at her ridiculous tits, as she walks around in public.

Haha!  Wonderful!  There goes ditzytits, running some errand that requires her to think and pay attention.  She tries so hard to just to keep her wits about her and finish her task, but each hand that mashes her titflesh makes her cunt gush and her mind melt.  No matter how much she tries to stop it, her thoughts just can’t seem to find purchase in the mushy goo that all these strong, groping hands have made of her brains.  Eventually she just stops struggling and falls to the ground to be the good little mindless set of cock pleasing tits and holes she likes to pretend she’s not in public.


I’m sure you could make it known at a bdsm community event that people are invited to grope your tits on sight without preamble.

feministfuckdolltrainer:

sotightandshiny:

feministfuckdolltrainer:

ditzytits:

Uhnf!  Strangers molesting me anywhere…

If you’re not getting groped, what’s the point of having tits?

I love the mental of image of @ditzytits just feeling slightly inconvenienced by all the strangers grabbing at her ridiculous tits, as she walks around in public.

Haha!  Wonderful!  There goes ditzytits, running some errand that requires her to think and pay attention.  She tries so hard to just to keep her wits about her and finish her task, but each hand that mashes her titflesh makes her cunt gush and her mind melt.  No matter how much she tries to stop it, her thoughts just can’t seem to find purchase in the mushy goo that all these strong, groping hands have made of her brains.  Eventually she just stops struggling and falls to the ground to be the good little mindless set of cock pleasing tits and holes she likes to pretend she’s not in public.

I’m sure you could make it known at a bdsm community event that people are invited to grope your tits on sight without preamble.

Tagged: public playobjectificationhumiliation

30th September 2014

Link with 21 notes

Masturbation Instructions for Women: Heart Beat →

On Milovana.com, Banquo has written a masturbation instruction webtease:

Heart Beat is a sensual tease for women involving pain humiliation and teasing. Women who would like to endure the tease will need a dildo, a vibrator, a paddle or alternative, a make up brush, a pen and paper, and a couple of clothes pegs.

The tease shouldn’t take any longer than an hour, and it’s recommended that you ensure you have peace and quiet to allow you to focus clearly on what is required of you.

Check it out and please let me know what you think… or better yet, tell him!

Note: If your browser doesn’t support flash and you still want to try it out, use this link instead.

Tagged: edgingclothespinsMilovana.comBanquomasturbation instructions

30th September 2014

Photo reblogged from Nanking Decade with 764 notes

nankingdecade:

naughtylittleanne:

tishlush:

inflateher:

My most graphic share yet

fuck me bigger forever

<3

I’m not usually a fan of overly fantastical bimbofication, but this gif is just way too realistic to pass up a reblog.

LOL! I can’t stop staring!

nankingdecade:

naughtylittleanne:

tishlush:

inflateher:

My most graphic share yet

fuck me bigger forever

<3

I’m not usually a fan of overly fantastical bimbofication, but this gif is just way too realistic to pass up a reblog.

LOL! I can’t stop staring!

Tagged: humorbimboficationfucking

Source: unusualcompliment

30th September 2014

Photo reblogged from My Fantasy Porn Blog with 42 notes

sotightandshiny:

Boxed Doll


!!! I don&#8217;t know what to make of this! This makes my brain explode with thoughts&#8230;
- She watched as he approached with a piece of masking tape and a sign that said &#8220;kick me&#8221;
- The last time she was a party toy, she had complained about how much they had tormented her nipples. Unfortunately for her, he was listening.
- Best. Steampunk. Cyborg. Costume. Evar!
- Yo Dawg, I heard you liked seeing my box, so I&#8217;m wearin a box above my box so you can see it when you see it!
- Look who&#8217;s about to confront her fear of&#8230; (well, gosh, so many things work here&#8230; cats, dogs, snakes, irritants, claustrophobia, knives, spiders, haircuts, &#8230; (LOL!  Yo Dawg, I heard you liked reading photo captions, so I&#8217;m putting a lot of different thoughts in my different thoughts, so you can read &#8216;em all while you read &#8216;em all!!))

sotightandshiny:

Boxed Doll

!!! I don’t know what to make of this! This makes my brain explode with thoughts…

- She watched as he approached with a piece of masking tape and a sign that said “kick me”

- The last time she was a party toy, she had complained about how much they had tormented her nipples. Unfortunately for her, he was listening.

- Best. Steampunk. Cyborg. Costume. Evar!

- Yo Dawg, I heard you liked seeing my box, so I’m wearin a box above my box so you can see it when you see it!

- Look who’s about to confront her fear of… (well, gosh, so many things work here… cats, dogs, snakes, irritants, claustrophobia, knives, spiders, haircuts, … (LOL! Yo Dawg, I heard you liked reading photo captions, so I’m putting a lot of different thoughts in my different thoughts, so you can read ‘em all while you read ‘em all!!))

Tagged: humoryo dawgbondage furniture

Source: abnormallybound

30th September 2014

Photo reblogged from The Dance with 122,422 notes

Besides the thought of &#8220;MINE!&#8221; that I get from this photo, I have a science tip for you!
At a BDSM conference, I attended a presentation on pressure points. Lots of ways to cause pain and discomfort, etc, but he also demonstrated bringing someone to orgasm without touching their genitals. The best tip I got out of the seminar is that there&#8217;s a pressure point on women where their ass meets their thighs, a few inches off center, that is very sexual because it stimulates the clit. I had already posted something showing that the clitoris isn&#8217;t just that small spot above your urethra, but suddenly this put it all together. The next scene I did, she was embarrassed how aroused I was making her in front of half a dozen others and whined &#8220;You&#8217;re not supposed to spank there!&#8221;  :-P

Besides the thought of “MINE!” that I get from this photo, I have a science tip for you!

At a BDSM conference, I attended a presentation on pressure points. Lots of ways to cause pain and discomfort, etc, but he also demonstrated bringing someone to orgasm without touching their genitals. The best tip I got out of the seminar is that there’s a pressure point on women where their ass meets their thighs, a few inches off center, that is very sexual because it stimulates the clit. I had already posted something showing that the clitoris isn’t just that small spot above your urethra, but suddenly this put it all together. The next scene I did, she was embarrassed how aroused I was making her in front of half a dozen others and whined “You’re not supposed to spank there!” :-P

Tagged: spankingSubtease2

Source: studiosum-tenebris

30th September 2014

Photoset reblogged from My hot new lifestyle with 8,364 notes

askun:

I gladly volunteer to be the next test subject .  .  .

Tagged: Forced Orgasmsgifs

Source: fapngo