What caught my special attention was the description of an old Japanese edging torture technique. Keeping a female on the edge of orgasm just by stimulating her clit.
Never heard of it and I really don't know whether it is true.
So, I decided to ask the expert here: Does this exist and work or is it mere fantasy?
(I've shortened the text a little. You can read the full story here.)
I picked up the shaving brush.
It was just a standard shaving brush - thick, soft camel hair, but the tips of the brush were firm enough to feel a stick when pushed into flesh. I was familiar with an ancient Japanese practice. In Japan, beside the geisha, there is another class of women, barely known in the West, a small cadre of courtesans trained for the sexual pleasure of the elite. The training began at age twelve and continued until age seventeen. The part of the training that I was going to subject Erika to was a diabolical form of sexual torture that the Japanese girls experienced between the ages of fourteen and sixteen.
[…] I reached between her legs, and separated the labia of her pussy. Her tumescent clit popped into view, pink and pulsating, as I brought the brush to bear. First I stuck the sharp little ends of the brush into her clit, which got a spasm and squeal from her. Then I repositioned the brush and gently led it down from the base to the tip of her clit. […] She gasped as I first stuck the sharp ends into her sensitive little nub, then began stroking it, up and down, sideways and back ways, making sure that the ends of the brush reached between the hood of her clit and the clit itself.
I knew that the sensation of this was beyond excruciating. As her clit became harder and her pussy juices began to flow, the brush became soaked and somewhat firmer, increasing the sensation. The points of the brush would every now and then stick into her clit, further stimulating it.
[…]
I followed the technique of the priestesses who trained the Japanese courtesans, stroking her clit, and nothing else. Erika's vagina expanded and quivered, longing for the penetration that would lead to ultimate satisfaction, but I wasn't about to let that happen. Instead, stroking only her hard little clitoris, I brought Erika to the brink of orgasm - then kept her there.
Balanced on that razor edge of sexual agony, Erika grimaced, moaned and pleaded for release, tears streaming down her eyes, her young hips quivering and gyrating as she reached for the satisfaction that was there, just out of reach. For five minutes. Then ten. Then fifteen minutes, I kept her hanging. […] The brush was working perfectly. Stimulating her clit, and only her clit had the desired effect of both intense physical pleasure and the intense frustration of an empty vagina.
