I love the whole Edging, forced orgasm, and post orgasm torture thing. If you are unfamiliar with these please do a search on your favorite porn site and discover a great game that a couple can play going both ways. Basically, it usually has some type of bondage component, actually almost has too, because if done right the subject can't help but try to stop the person doing it, or trying to speed things up with edging.
Edging is the art of bringing a person to the very brink of orgasm over and over and over and... you get the idea... driving them mad being denied going over the edge. This is a true art form and requires knowing your partner deeply to see the cues that they are getting close to orgasm. A true practitioner can have their partner weeping and begging to be allowed to cum. Most people do not have enough self-control to get to that point without "taking matters into their own hands" so to get to that level the subject must be securely bound.
Forced Orgasm and Post Orgasm Torture kind of go hand in hand. Again, the subject usually must be securely bound; nothing fancy but completely immobile and vulnerable. Now most would say "why the hell would you have to be forced to orgasm" and they are right... the first time... but what about the second, third, fourth and on and on. That is the area for most females and pleasurable torture can be truly exquisite when you want the pleasure to stop but your body betrays you responding to the stimulation despite your wishes. When the male is the subject it's more of the "post orgasm torture" as the man's penis is incredibly sensitive after orgasm to the point that continued stimulation is like ultra-pleasurable pain.
Last weekend my wife and I played the game, and I was to be the subject. Part of the fun is that I try to deny her by doing my best at not cumming at all. I love the feeling of being slowly tied down knowing what will happen once I am unable to stop her from working her magic. I have been able to resist on several occasions, but she is a master at both the physical and mental game so my "win / loss" record isn't good, but I'd wouldn't have it any other way.
I liken the feeling to waiting in line for an extreme roller coaster. You're nervous and scared, but excited as you get closer and closer. Then you get into the car, still could back out, the lap belt comes down, yet still can back out and you think about it. Then suddenly the car lurches forward and up the ramp you go, and at that point the choice of whether to take the ride is no longer yours. As she tied the last rope to the D-ring on the leather cuff snuggly secured around my left wrist, it was done, the choice to take this ride was no longer mine.
I didn't catch on that she was particularly smug today, saying that there was no way that I could resist what she had in store for me. I told her I was going to win as she fastened the leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists. I even agreed to take a "Vitamin V" (viagra) to show just how cocky (pun intended) I could be that I would win despite her best efforts even with the cheat. We've done the vitamin V on several occasions because it ups the ante of me loosing because after I cum it doesn't go down, and allows her to keep going to the point that I am begging and pleading for her to stop. By the time that I was spread eagle on the bed I had a raging hard on and she hadn't even touched me yet. About that time the door bell rang. She said that she'd be right back and that she would get rid of whoever it was.
Time passed, and I heard her talking to someone. I was laying there thinking about what was to come, knowing that she would probably beat me because I hadn't even taken care of myself in over a week. It had been crazy busy, and for some reason she had made excuses why we couldn't do anything when I tried to initiate something 2 or 3 times which wasn't like her. I called out to her after about 5 or 6 minutes, and she stuck her head in the door and said that it was Sam and that they were just talking. That brought a tingle of kink to the moment, being tied to the bed, naked with a raging hard-on, with another woman in the other room, particularly this woman.
Sam, or should I say Samantha, is smoking hot and a couple of years younger than my wife. They had been best friends for a long time, even prior to the two of us meeting and getting married. She had been the stuff of my fantasies on numerous occasions, but although the "wife's best friend" is good spank material, in reality it's one of those things that's better left alone. Besides, Sam has been in a long-term relationship with her wife for almost 7 years, so that was another reality buzz killer knowing that I wasn't even her type.
About 10 minutes later the door to the bedroom opened and my wife walked in. Then another shadowy figure came down the hallway and through the door, and there was Sam. They were looking at each other and giggling, and Sam said "Wow, you weren't kidding". Here I was tied spread eagle in leather cuffs, with my 7 ½ inches sticking up fully airborne thanks to the vitamin V, and now even harder because of the situation. I finally told them "very funny, very funny, yuck it up" figuring they were just enjoying my predicament and the embarrassment of being on display. Sam asked "are you sure he can't get out?" My wife said positive, and started to tickle my ribs, which made me come off of the bed yanking at the ropes as I hate to get tickled. She said "Try it" and Sam joined her from the other side and they both had me hollering and basically unable to breath. They finally stopped and Sam looked at my wife and said "that will do." I was still gasping for air too much to grasp what she just said.
At that point my wife started to pull the cord belt to her robe which gave me a WTF moment, then even more when the robe fell open and she shrugged it off of her shoulders and onto the floor. I was sitting there trying to process this because she and Sam weren't even like gym members where they would see each other in the locker room, let alone something like this. Then I saw out of the corner of my eye that Sam was reaching for the hem of her tank top and started to pull it over her head. She is a big time runner and always wearing those filmy short running shorts and tops that drove me crazy. She has a runners figure where she isn't the double D type, but lean and strong where you can see every muscle move like a cat.
Now trust me, this very situation had been the stuff of many of my fantasies, but there were bells and whistles going off in my brain after a lifetime of acquired wisdom which taught me that if something is too good to be true it probably is. I looked at my wife and asked her what was going on. She climbed on to the bed and grabbed by dick and started stroking it.
She brought her lips to my ear and asked me "are you complaining?? Do you want this to stop??"
