onedeadpoet:

Few things are more fun than discovering a new position or technique that makes you especially vulnerable and cum quickly. Like this position, for example, locked in my strong arms, squirming on my hands as you cum again and again. No matter what fun we have before, I always put you in this position to cum, whispering a trigger word in your ear as you do. Over and over.

After a few months you unknowingly become conditioned, to the position and the word. Then I start putting you in this position but you’re no longer getting the trigger word or quite enough stimulation. Your reactions are exactly what I had hoped for.

Keep squirming, darling.

femdomgames:

Hang a vibrator from a rope to the ceiling above your bed. Then tie him naked to the bed with the vibrator just touching his penis. If he tries to push himself against the vibrator it will move away, leaving him with just the right amount of stimulation. Tell him he can cum if he is able to and then leave him like this for an hour or so. It will drive him crazy!

onedeadpoet:

just-an-aussie-porn-blog:

❤

Tonight’s challenge: whoever cums first loses and will be denied for the next month. Never mind you’ve been teased and edged every day this week. I let you pick the position to level the playing field, knowing full well you’d pick this one, that makes me cum the fastest. I was convinced your torture this week would give me the advantage but underestimated your voluntary (and involuntary) clenching, not to mention verbal teasing. I kiss you hard to shut you up, your tongue snaking in and massaging mine. You moan into my lips, spurring me on despite myself.

You squeeze again. I feel an extra twinge of pleasure course through me as my cock flexes on its own. My mind is clouding. Why am I holding back again? My orgasm threatens. I thrust deeper. Faster. You moans d press into me, signaling you’re close as well. I can’t slow down, knowing that would trigger me far quicker. I grab you firmly, my hand under your neck, my forehead on your back. I can’t hold back…thoughts of my own denial and your payback flood my brain. I hate losing. But you feel so fucking good.

I can’t…

I must…

onedeadpoet:

It’s time to see how wet you are after your afternoon edgings.

Mmmm…I know I told you I’d give you a reward. Wouldn’t you know it, it’s a few more, this time at my hand. You know I can’t resist feeling your clit jump with need as my fingers graze over it in tiny circles. The way you lustily pant into my neck only spurs me on. Your arousal fuels my own.