You can take a little bit more. The edge can be finer. I can’t guarantee you don’t break soon. But that’s why you’ve come, yes? To have your brain shut off awhile? But perhaps you didn’t think a man could be THIS patient…THIS in tune with your body. I know it can’t lie, even as you try to mask your reactions to try and cum without me noticing. That nearly worked an hour ago, but since then not only have I come to recognize your “tells”, the pleasure has increased tenfold. There’s no masking it now. I intend to exploit that one…

edge…

…after…

…the…

…other.

When you finally DO cum (IF you cum), will I send you home or overwhelm your body will more than it can handle?

But those are questions for later.

Much later.

Now let’s see those eyes roll back again as you teeter on the edge yet again.

Heaven and hell

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onedeadpoet:

Synopsis: She teased me with her delicate and talented fingers, stroking my cock, bringing me closer and closer to the edge of climax. My body arched and strained in my bonds. My cock head felt so taut that I wondered if the purplish skin might tear. Again and again, she wrapped her oil-slick fingers around my head and twisted. She was going to make me cum. I had little doubt that anything could prevent that as this point. Then, she stopped. She put a warm finger to my lips and whispered, “Shhh, I know this is difficult for you. It’s supposed to be…"

Heaven and hell

True story…

femsubdenial:

Here’s a memory from last month I wanted to share. Enjoy!

There’s something about a fingernail on fabric. Especially when it’s scratching along a seam. Especially that seam that’s oh so conveniently lined up right over her crotch, transferring the pressure and the vibrations of fingernails-on-fabric directly over, but not in direct contact with, her most sensitive areas.

I spanked there a few times, too. You might assume either she wished she was bare and able to feel the full force of those spanks between her legs, or that she was grateful for the protection of her pants. Personally, I think it was simultaneously both. That’s what really gets her going… when she wants what she doesn’t want. True to form, she loves/hates that she hates/loves that I fully understand this about her & use it against her with glee. It was time for orgasm predicament play!

She giggled as I fumbled with the buttons at the waist of her jeans. I just smiled and patiently kept trying.

The zipper was easy.

“Hmm… I didn’t mean to put my hand in over your panties, but I suppose it’s hotter if I just pull those to the side anyway.” I say, and demonstrate roughtly as if to non-verbally say “Mine!” Then I started playing, quickly finding her bare clit.

I brought her to an edge easily before I warned her: “Don’t you dare cum without permission! If you cum before we get to my place then I’m not going to let you cum for the rest of the night!”

So there I was, driving down the highway at night, one hand on the steering wheel, another getting gasps and groans, and disbelieving whimpers each time I stopped, all while she kept her knees wide and her hands out of the way because she’s a good girl and we’ve played enough times that she knows better. “Oh, what’s wrong, do you want me to keep going? Do you want me to press like this?”

“Yes! Yes! Wait! Stop! I’m gonnaaa….”

“Which is it? Hmmm? You want me to rub like this? Or should I stop?”

“Fuck! I don’t know…”

“You don’t know? Don’t you want to cum? Hmmm?”

“No.. No, I don’t want to cum!”

“Oh? You don’t want to cum?”

“Wait… I mean…”

“But you like this, don’t you, feeling helpless and exposed? Humping my fingers, wanting an orgasm you’d better not fucking have?”

“yyyYes, Sir.”

I got a good grip on her labia with my thumb and forefinger, right next to her clit, and pulled up and to the side in fast yanking motions. “Maybe I should just pinch you like this instead, hmmm? Is that better?”

“Oh please stop!”

“Why? Does it hurt too much or are you going to cum from this?”

“Please… please…”

“Answer my question, toy!”

“It’s going to make me cum….”

I stop and concentrate on driving. “Ohhh… my, I almost missed our exit. Why, it would have taken a lot longer to get home if I had missed that one!” Once we make the turn and merge onto another highway, my fingers started right back up again. “We’re nearly there. Can you make it? Can you hold out? Hmmm?”

“Oh fuck! Stop! Stop! Please!” she begged, but then immediately whimpered when I complied.

“Oh, does it drive you crazy when I press and rub… then stop…. then press and ruuuuuuuub… and then…. Stop? Maybe it would be nice of me if I just didn’t stop, like this? Hmmm?”

“Oh please! Fuck! No!… AUGHHUNH!”

I didn’t deny her that night, by the way. With others I might have but she’s not that into orgasm denial, plus she can cum and still want much more. She came two or three more times as soon as we got inside my place just from my pulling on her hair and nipples while forcing eye contact and grinning at her. I then caned her for a while, and fingered her from behind while caning her for a few more orgasms. Finally done, we went to bed… except I got frisky and teased her… and teased her… She sucked my cock, grunting wonderfully when I gripped her hair and started fucking her mouth, then I pulled her onto her back and decided to return the favor.

She was so sensitive by then that my first few light licks got a response of “Oh my god!” and things only got better from there. I finally, finally licked her hard, making her cum, and then I kept going! She twisted, flopped, and finally raised a leg up over my head and turned over onto her front in self-defense! I could have decided that wasn’t allowed, but intead I laughed and growled and licked and nommed my way up her back until I was spooning her, thinking that maybe I “should” have punished her for moving away from me like that but this was fun and I was happy. … for now. I knew she’d be spending the following night as well, and an idea of tying her spread-eagled to my bed so she couldn’t twist away started forming into a plan.

pleasuretorture:

To say she was suffering would be quite the understatement. Having agreed to participate in the drug trial which promised to net her a tidy little sum of money for what seemed to be quite an erotic experience, she had no idea that it would become this torturous.

While she fully understood that a drug would be administered to entirely debilitate her, rendering her unable to move, she did not expect this level of stimulation. When they had told her that they wanted to test her levels of sexual response while under the drug, she thought they’d meant some light touching and fondling for a few minutes; now that she’d been here for over an hour, she realised just how wrong she was. Trapped within the near motionless prison that was her own body, she was only able to moan; no matter how much she tried, she could not scream out and beg for them to stop torturing her pussy with stimulation. Repeatedly the woman in charge of administering the stimulation finger-fucked her dripping wet opening and massaged her pulsating clitoris without relenting for even a moment. It hadn’t taken long for the tormented girl to realise that the drug not only inhibited any motion, it also prevented her from being able to climax. The rushing tide of orgasm seemed to ceaselessly push against the barriers of her sexual need for release to no avail, just constantly building without respite, making her body and mind feel ready to explode, unable to cope nor control it.

The test would be over once the drug wore off, which would be when her orgasm could finally tear free from the shackles of her drug-induced denial. It would be an orgasm that, once it arrived, would be enough to make her pass out, though sadly for her, it would be nearly another hour of tortured longing before such wonderful, much needed release.

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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…