Edging...or something else?
If your first thought involved your house, this may not be the class for you. If it was your yard, this definitely isn't the class for you.
What is it?
Well, that is a question that technically does not have an answer. The typical definition you usually find consists of "...giving or receiving stimulation to reach the edge of orgasm and stopping before the plateau can transition into the climax." Sounds rather cold and clinical when put like that. Not very arousing at all. I say we change that for as when done properly, you can be rewarded with an orgasm so intense that when you do finally tip, would convince the Dalai Lama himself to burn his robes.
Now everyone has their own particular flavor when it comes to what gets them going. I am not going to go into detail for myself as this exercise is not about what I do to me but rather what I would do to you. And that would start with restraint, lots and lots of restraint. I wouldn't want you to get desperate and end the fun prematurely. I also want unlimited, unhindered access to all of your erogenous zones. Think of it like chords on a piano scale, if you can't hit all the right keys, the sound will be lackluster indeed.
I would prefer you spread eagle on a slatted frame but with your legs raised so as to tilt your pelvis to bring all the sensitive parts out to play. And the slatted frame will allow me to properly secure you while allowing decent access to the side less seen in this position. Straps at the ankles, knees, thighs, waist, chest, shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers would ensure that you would stay put and be in a safe position to endure whatever tortures I have planned.
And tortures they would be, albeit sensual, but tortures nonetheless. My tool bag is quite varied and filled with many wonderful things intended for invading you both internally and externally. I want to invade your senses and warp them to satisfy my own twisted ends. I want your desperation to fuel your own unknown carnal desires. I want to take you down the rabbit hole and let you get lost along the way, floating in a sea of sensation, not knowing what is up or down, your only conscious thought that you need to cum and your brain so drunk with lust it can focus on nothing else.
I want to take you to the very literal edge, where even the slightest breath across your most sensitive parts would bring the walls crashing down. I want to take you to the point that you can see the white gradating whatever you see behind your eyelids and then take it away. I want to get you to the point that you would agree to the most depraved and humiliating ideas I can muster for the chance to tip. I want to give you pleasure so I can deny you pleasure.
And so I want to become the Arkitekt of your demise. |