Tag: denial

onedeadpoet:

You can expect a few hours of this. If your clit continues to twitch on the brink of cumming then I’m entertained.

Then we move to another brush. I only have 10 and I want to see which one(s) drive you the most insane. A few hour sample size is the only way to be absolutely sure. Now stop wiggling and let me get back to scienceing the fuck out of you.

onedeadpoet:

Let’s see if you’ve been doing your edges today, baby girl.

Hmmmm…swollen, red but not nearly wet enough. Look, it’s taking me over a minute to get you back on the edge. That’s unacceptable. Back on the chair. Yes, in the straps. I have to do it myself. I think I have to get the wand, too. That always makes you nice and wet and twitchy.

*soft groan of frustration that’s better than any song*

onedeadpoet:

Nice and slow. Over and again. No stopping In sight as your pleas become more desperate. I ignore them again and consider the gag.

This is why you’ve come to me, because you know you can’t control yourself as much as you need. You crave having the power to orgasm taken away. The thought of having someone push you far beyond what you do to yourself became too great. Seeing how wet you were when you entered proved that. It was beyond obvious. I was pleased that it appeared you followed directions of a week of edging without cumming followed by three days of no-touch prior to seeing me.

But you had no idea it would be this bad. That I could be this ruthless. You thought maybe MAYBE an hour. But here we are, passing that milestone two hours ago. Now it takes just three gentle circles of your clit before your clenching comes in quick succession signaling your impending orgasm, clear juices leaking out as you’re left on the cusp yet again, the pleasure nearly unbearable. But wanting more so badly, yet also wanting it to stop. Cumming, stopping, either one but please choose! Of course there is a third option: more.

You recall I said I’d take it easy on you at first. I didn’t want to break you right away. You didn’t quite understand what that meant, but you’re beginning to.

Once the stimulation begins, all thoughts melt away and your body tenses, thighs clenching, breath stopping and eyes rolling back. You know you’re my slutty marionette and are no longer in control of your body. What was once voluntary has become involuntary. Your body is mine and I want it to dance like this for longer. You can take it.

I whisper in your ear, never stopping, how good it would feel if I kept this up and let that orgasm spill over you. I want you focused on the massive orgasm that just continues to build within you like a Tsunami. It’s out there, and building in strength. Can you feel it?

I stop yet again. Fleeting clarity returns. If this is “taking it easy”, what does “normal” look like?

You gasp and that thought is removed as my slick fingers continue their assault anew, the pleasure coming in waves again.

Patience

femsubdenial:

sirsgoodlittleslut:

The other night, I got in trouble with Sir for being too impatient. First I was impatient alll night for his cock, and then as soon as I finally got some attention from him I accidentally came without asking permission right away because I was so excited. On top of that, Sir had noticed recently that sometimes when I suck his cock I get so excited that I just want to grab it and stroke it real fast, or I want to feel all of it in my mouth right away. Although Sir likes this sometimes, other times he wants me to touch him lightly and go nice and slow. But I get impatient and excited instead of focusing on what Sir wants. So, Sir decided a lesson in patience was in order. 

That night, he told me that I was allowed 2 more orgasms for the week, and I could use them whenever I wanted. Buttt since I was still feeling impatient, I ended up using them both as soon as his cock was inside me.
To help teach me my lesson, the next night Sir made me really regret it. First he tortured my clit with his fingers, alternating between edging me and making it extra sensitive and sore with a clothespin. Then, he had me put the ben wa balls in and the magic wand on my clit. He warned me that even though he knew how excited and overwhelmed I’d be, I still had to focus on sucking his cock nice and slow just the way he likes. Other than when he grabbed my pigtails that I’d worn just for him and forced my head up and down on his cock.
It was sooo hard being patient about not cumming AND sucking his cock nice and slow. Finally Sir gave me a break from the magic wand and had me keep sucking nice and slow until he came in my mouth. 

I thought I was done, but Sir wasn’t done torturing my poor clit yet. He pulled me next to him and started playing with it, feeling me jump and squirm while he held me against him. My eyes went wide when I saw him reach for the magic wand again, begging him and telling him that I didn’t know if I could take any more without cumming. Sir didn’t care though, lessons aren’t supposed to be easy. Instead of stopping, he pressed the magic wand HARD against my clit for 10 minutes straight without letting up even for a second, alternating between the high setting and the low setting. I was right on the edge of cumming the whole time, thrashing around while Sir held me tight. 

 My clit is so fucking sore and aching today. I wonder what Sir’s going to do tonight to make sure my lesson fully sinks in…

Ooo! The thought that came to my mind was how delicious it would be if the next night was… nothing. No touching, nothing at all except light pulls on your hair until Sunday, when suddenly he’d be all over you, and you’d get your two orgasms in, and that’s when the really intense training begins, fucking you hard, making you strain not to cum while he growls his words, telling you he plans to be relentless every fucking night, with something special planned for next Sunday if you’re a good girl for him…

onedeadpoet:

littlesweetgirlygirl:

onedeadpoet:

*flick*

The more you leak the better it feels. When you get so close to cumming you can taste it just the tiniest rub on your sensitive little nub is enough to get it to throb and twitch under my thumb.

*flick*

If I would only give you two more rapid circles it’d be enough to get you to orgasm. But no. Once your clit relaxes from its twitch you get only one more rub and we wait again. It takes awhile to get you in this place but it’s where I love to be. You beginning to curse me before I stop you mid-sentence with another

*flick*

Ugh, please keep going. Make me sweat, and wiggle. Don’t listen to me when I ask you to stop, I don’t ever really want you to stop!!

But I will stop. There’s nothing you can do about it, either. Perhaps, if you’re good, it’ll start again. Over and over.

Then to work or bed you go, denied, dripping

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.

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…