Multi orgasms clit massage-Post orgasm torture

Title: ” cli Massage Inferno: A Mother-Daughter Torture Session”

In the dimly lit boudoir, on a plush velvet chaise, lay the bound and vulnerable figure of Lila. At 35, her body was still taut, breasts firm and rounded, a light dusting of hair on her mound. Her gagged mouth muffled her whimpers as her wrists strained against the silken ropes tethering them down. Her mother Evelyn, a regal woman in her late 50s, stood over Lila, a wicked gleam in her lustrous eyes.

“Now, now pet, I know you’re delightfully sore after that last exquisite orgasm,” Evelyn purred, “but we’re just getting started.” She produced two vibrators, one modest and sleek, the other girthy and textured. “I’ve been studying up on your needs. I know just how to keep you on the edge for hours…”

The mere sight of the harsh plastic against Lila’s sensitive, Post-orgasmic vulva made her squirm. Evelyn produced a gleaming metal wand: “And I took the liberty of fitting your clit with these gleaming pussy jewelry. Aren’t you thrilled?” Lila groaned in dismay at the prospect of the throbbing cruelty to come.

With a flick, Evelyn set the small vibrator pulsing against Lila’s sensitive neat mound. Her daughter let out a choked cry, eyes rolling back. Toys like this were almost too intense in her current state. But Evelyn piles on, trailing the bulbous silicon up Lila’s inner thigh to brush the pulsating wand tips against her dripping slit, slathering them in glistening nectar and juices.

“Look at this hot little quim, clenching and throbbing already. You’re a truly magnificent specimen,” Evelyn praised, leaning in close to inhale the rich, womanly aroma. Her fingers, long and elegant in her signature black lace gloves, traced the outline of the sheer metal cuffs cinched tightly around Lila’s engorged clit. “And so pretty with my new clit jewelry, accessorized just for your pleasure and discomfort.”

Evelyn took a moment to drape a white toweling across Lila’s arched hips, the crisp fabric a startling contrast to the raw, flushed flesh beneath. With torturous slowness, she parted her daughter’s folds, revealing the lush pink inner flesh. Lila trembled as the breeze from the AC stabbed her overheated sex, her body still violently pulsing from the withdraw of post-coital pleasure.

“Oh yes, look at this, almost twitching in anticipation,” Evelyn whispered. “Better snare these greedy lips shut before you start aired.”

Lila let out a broken sob as Evelyn slipped the slim wand inside her, making her hole clench around it. “Mom!” she moaned through the gag, hips lifting involuntarily as if to stuff the intruding toy deeper. “I can’t! It’s too much! I’m too sensitive! I just came!”

Evelyn tutted at her. “Oh hush, you need to be punished darling, and one or two orgasms certainly aren’t enough, is it?” Lila could only shudder, eyes leaking steadily. Something cold and hard nudged her clit as Evelyn attached the cuffs, working the heavy ball of the enlarged jewelry to press directly on her most sensitive flesh.

“Oooh good, your poor swollen bud fits perfectly,” Evelyn testily confirmed. “But it seems rather cranky to be touched. Let’s give you some time to settle down then.” She perched on the edge of the chaise, fingers in Lila’s hair, petting her gently even as she gasped at the heavy weight wrenching at her delicate clit.

Lila was going mad, her body stretched taut with overflowing desire, yet unable to sate it. Her cunt was filled, her clit tormented, and she could do nothing but twitch and whine at her mother’s teasing touch. But suddenly Evelyn stills, looking almost concerned. Lila whimpers mentally at the pause, desperate for some relief from the crawling need to be touched, to come again and again.

But now there was silence. “Are you… okay, sweetheart?” Evelyn asked quietly. “You’re not looking so good, you’ve gone very pale.” Lila opened her eyes, meeting her mother’s gaze blearily. Slowly, painfully, she shook her head. “I… I don’t feel so good…” Evelyn wasted no time in cutting her bonds. Lila flopped sideways into her arms, panting.

“I’m sorry baby,” Evelyn soothed, stroking wet curls off herface. “I got too carried away. I didn’t know you were physically ill.” Lila made a weak sound, eyes drifting shut in exhaustion. “Could you… tell me what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Cramps… dizzy, clammy…” Lila mumbled, face scrunched in misery. “Stomach… hurts.” Evelyn felt icy tendrils of fear wrap around her heart. This didn’t sound good, at all. What if her daughter was seriously unwell from the prolonged stimulation?

With an alacrity that defied her age, Evelyn gathered Lila carefully into her arms and carried her to the bed. She tucked her aching girl into the covers, hanging a “do not disturb” sign on the door before returning to her charge.

“Rest now, love, you’re safe. I’ll get a stomach medication from the cabinet if you think you can keep it down.” She left Lila to rest while hunting down the appropriate herbs. Upon her return, she gently stroked Lila’s hair and stroked her forehead until the younger woman drifted off into a restless sleep.

Evelyn sat vigil all night, desperately willing her daughter to recover. If these were the consequences of her neglect, there would be no more teasing, no more torture. But to her relief, come morning, Lila was stirring, eyes fluttering open groggily.

“Hi mom…” she rasped, stretching experimentally. “I feel a little better, I think the meds worked.” Evelyn immediately wrapped her in a fierce hug, pressing kisses to her scalp as she cried with relief. “I was so scared I’d hurt you,” she confessed brokenly, “I feel truly awful. I just kept thinking how amazing it would be to drive you into sweet, tortured bliss forever…”

Lila clung to her, equally relieved if shaken. “You g-got carried away,” she said softly, “but it wasn’t all bad. I came so hard and I felt so safe in bondage with you. I think we just need to… take it slower…” Evelyn nodded emphatically. “It may have been too much, too fast,” she agreed. “We’ll work up to more extreme sensations in the future. For now we’ll spoil you with sweet little massages and tickles. Nothing intense unless you’re craving it. I learned my lesson.” Lila smiled against her chest. “Thank you,” she whispered.