Sweetheart, why are you putting your hands over your mouth?
Don’t you want your Mistress to hear all the cute sounds you’re making while I’m eating you out? You know that’s not how a good girl should act, don’t you?
If you keep being stubborn like this, I’ll have to tie your hands to the bed and edge you a couple of times. I’d have to leave you on the bed like this, wet and so desperate to cum, while I do some work on my laptop.
You don’t want that, do you, kitten? But you’re still so awfully quiet, so I guess it can’t be helped. What a shame.
“So I’ve been checking your calendar and you are due to ovulate in about six days. Which means soon your arousal will begin to rise to its peak. Now is the perfect time for your monthly orgasm. Before your arousal begins to rise. That way any reduction in arousal you feel from cumming will soon be refilled by your hormones.”
“But wouldn’t my orgasm be more pleasurable if I came during ovulation?”
“Maybe. But this is better. This way the few days after you cum you will be back horny as ever which we will keep safe until next month at the same time”
“Do you think this month I can keep touching through my orgasm please? The way I have to stop the second I tip over is frustrating, and I get no real relief”
“Of course you can’t keep touching. How will I enjoy it with your hand in the way?”
“But I don’t really enjoy it”
“I do. I love your orgasm day. The slow build up, the teasing, the edges, the desperation, the begging. Then the moment or truth as your body slips over, stimulation is stopped and your pussy starts to convulse and spasm in desperation. It’s so so beautiful the way it spurts and wildly screams for something, anything to keep touching. It’s a thing of beauty.”
“But Sir….. it’s….. overwhelming. Please please can I cum properly?”
“I know it’s overwhelming, that’s why we only do it once a month. Orgasming is too much for you. You do cum properly”
“I mean a real one”
“It is real”
“I know but…. ok a full one… please”
“It is full silly. We keep watching until it’s over don’t we. Well I watch, you usually cry from the pleasure. But I always keep a strong hold on you. Hold you tight throughout the whole thing. It’s a very intimate moment baby. One I would never want to change.”
“Pleaaase…. I just want to cum!!”
“Awww I know baby. And you will. And as soon as you do I’ll hold you tight and enjoy watching it….. slowly…… fade…. away…. Just like last month. Ready?”
“Ohhhhh… Yes Sir”
“Mmmmm Good girl”
This is such a good idea! It’s too bad my cycle is too irregular to predict when I ovulate. ☹️
I got a new toy yesterday. It stimulates both the g spot and the clit simultaneously and the vibrations are controlled by my husband from his smartphone. It’s wonderful. So, yesterday was day 10 of my 2 month orgasm denial. I am constantly aroused and dripping wet. My pussy literally aches to be touched. It’s very difficult to concentrate on anything besides the needy slit between my legs.
I sent my husband a text asking if I could please suck his cock and swallow his cum when he got home from work. He replied that he would think about it and that I should find some good porn for him to watch in case he allows me the pleasure of his cock in my mouth. After reading that message, I had to go to the bathroom at work and rub my clit for a minute.
When he got home from work, John instructed me to show him the porn I found for him to watch. He told me I had done a good job and decided he would allow me to suck his cock, but first I had to insert my new toy into my pussy. John put the vibe on the lowest setting and reminded me that I’m not allowed to cum without his permission as he pushed my head onto his hard cock.
Since I’ve started this journey into orgasm denial, I have discovered that I love sucking cock. I love when he pushes me all the way down on it and makes me gag, but the best part is when I get to taste his cum. That is something I never enjoyed but now I can’t seem to get enough. I don’t waste a single drop. That would be disrespectful to my husband. I continued enjoying his fullness in my mouth as he watched his porn. John began squeezing my butt. He knows that drives me crazy and makes me crave the feel of his throbbing cock sliding into my ass. This caused me to suck and lick his dick with even more eagerness. John told me to look at him and then said, “I bet you’d like me to put my finger in your asshole, wouldn’t you?” As the vibration on my clit continued, John’s words caused me to feel the beginning of an orgasm. I started to moan. His stern voice reminded me that I’m not allowed to cum and he slapped my ass. Hard! I begged him to fuck my ass with his finger but he refused, saying that I was getting too worked up. Instead, he used his finger to rub all around the outside of my hole and told me I was a needy slut.
He also told me that if I couldn’t control myself, he would stop allowing me to suck his cock at all. I told him I would be good and that I would control myself. I explained that I was having a hard time because I had gone so long without an orgasm. Only 10 days but that’s longer than I’ve ever gone since I first started having orgasms. John gently carressed my face and said, “it must be very hard for you to be so needy all of the time, especially since I get to have an orgasm whenever I want. I get to experience the relief that an orgasm brings. Oh, it feels so good! Orgasms are so nice! We talked about this and you said you understood that your role is to always be wet and ready for me to use because my pleasure is all that matters. So far you have done a great job of staying needy for me. In fact, your pussy seems to drip more with each passing day. That pleases me and I know how much you want to please me. You know that your pleasure comes from giving me pleasure. Now roll onto your side, my love, because I’m going to fuck your pussy. That’s right, mmmmmmmm, good girl. Oh baby, your wet pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock. Fuck!” He fucked me like a savage animal.
One of the nice things about my new toy is that it can stay in during sex. This, of course, adds to the pleasure and makes it even more difficult not to cum. John knew I was having a hard time controlling myself so he fucked me harder and harder, thrusting deep into my pussy. His face was filled with desire and passion. He turns into a sexual beast in the bedroom. I am so lucky to have him. I really do want to give him all the pleasure he deserves, even if that means I never get to cum again. Mmmmm all these thoughts are bringing me to the edge. I’m so close. I begged him to let me cum. He laughed at me as he pulled his cock from my soaked pussy and said, “You haven’t even come close to earning an orgasm, my sweet slut. Now, suck my cock and taste your pussy juice. Get used to pussy because once I find a cuckcake, you’re going to be my fluff girl.
You’re going to lick her pussy and get her ready for my cock and after I’ve fucked her good and made her have orgasm after orgasm, you’re going to suck my cum from her pussy and then you’re going to lick her juice from my cock. In fact, that’s the only way you’ll ever get my cock in your mouth. You will be kept denied. All of your orgasms will be given to my cuckcake. You will serve as our clean up girl” I could tell that he was getting closer to blowing his load as he kept talking. With his cock deep in my mouth, he shot his load down my throat. I kept it there and savored the feel of him in my mouth until every last drop of his cum was in my stomach.
I continued to suck his cock until it was soft. I was so aroused. I told John the I really needed to have an orgasm. As a tear rolled down my face, he told me that since I was careful not to spill a single drop of his cum, that he would allow me to hump his leg for 2 minutes and if I could bring myself to orgasm, he would allow it. First though, I had to remove the toy from my pussy, which was now numb from the constant vibration on my clit. I humped his leg but was unable to even get to an edge.
He said, “awwww, that’s too bad, baby. I know how desperate you’ve been for an orgasm. We can try again next month. Maybe 30 more days of denial will make you more desperate.” He kissed me and went to get a shower, leaving me a dripping mess on the bed.
While she had trained for years to withstand all kinds of interrogation techniques, she was not prepared for this.
This wasn’t about finding out information, he could find out anything he wanted in mere seconds; this was simply about entertaining his own desires. After a while, she would be screaming out every secret of her organisation, telling them everything they wanted to know, begging for mercy, pleading for it to stop; he would savour every second of it.
Due to his abilities, Telepath C23P needed to be utilised to prevent this heroine and her group from delving further into the experiments of the corporation. Telepath C23P was quite an achievement for the facility; his ability to read into sensations within the mind was beyond anything else they had achieved, an ability he was going to use for his own wicked entertainment. Although having requested 3 hours with her, Telepath C23P knew it would only take 2 minutes at most to extract information about the rest of the girl’s organization, as well as what plans they were putting in motion to disrupt the facility’s experiments; the rest of the time could be spent to torture her in his own cruel way, for his own pleasure.
Gifted with such abilities to sense thoughts and internal sensations, Telepath C23P had harnessed his skills to sense sensations of pleasure, pinpointing the exact moment when a victim was about to climax, honing it down to the last millisecond before that wonderful release. With this, he has been able to frustrate and torment this girl with cruel, agonising pleasure. He did not need her begging for mercy or her quivering pussy contracting constantly around his fingers to tell him when she was about to come. He did not need her tears of tortured need, her trembling body, and her dripping wet pussy, to tell him that she was a moment from orgasm. He knew the exact time when to withdraw his fingers, the exact moment when to begin again, even the precise seconds when to keep the vibrator pressed to her to keep her locked on the brink of orgasm. After the first hour, he would know her body better than even she did, being able to keep her locked in the edge of orgasm for tens of minutes at a time without fail. Her whimpers of need would not stop him; she could scream out every secret in her life, every detail of her existence, yet that would not stop it. Even when it came to the final hour, he was contemplating one final act of true experimentation… had he honed his skills enough to keep her teetering on the edge of orgasm for a full hour?
A little blast from the past, and a thank you to newer followers and all of you who have followed for such a long length of time.
I couldn’t help but smirk a little when you first asked. On
the phones at work, those brief moments when you managed to prise the details
of my sexual appetite from my lips. Perhaps it was the tone, maybe the choice
of words, maybe even the way I looked you deep in the eyes as I spoke, but
something sparked that fire, that longing. The curiosity kept getting the
better of you, asking how I did it to the other girls, where you could watch
it, what kinds of toys I used and how I used them. Work was never the suitable
place to answer in detail, but I gave you just enough to keep your imagination
alight. Finally, once I thought your curiosity had run its course, after such
silence on the topic, you asked the question that caused that smirk, the one
you still think of now. How I pictured you teasing and pleasuring yourself to
the content I had led you to, wanting to allow you to explore your desires to
the fullest. Though I never expected the words to drift from your alluring
lips.
“Would you do that to me? Even just once?”
It didn’t take much planning. As you followed me home from
work, the scene playing out in your mind as you wondered what I’d do to you,
the butterflies in your stomach fluttered to a degree that you thought for a
second to change your mind. It wasn’t fear, it was simply the unknown, though
if you did turn back, you’d never know just how good it would have been,
something you’d always regret.
Finally, back at the house and wordlessly led to the
bedroom, the feelings of uncertainty decimated by desire. Slowly I stripped
you, basking in your beauty but careful not to let my touch linger, not yet.
You wondered why there were no toys around, though before you could ask, the
blindfold was slipped on. You couldn’t help but bite your lower lip in
anticipation. Once your wrists were tied, you knew that this was exactly what
you’ve needed, what you’ve always truly craved deep down. I then simply lay
beside you, letting one hand drift along your body, teasing you so
deliberately, while telling you that I’m not going to use any toys on you,
instead the only thing you will need is my lips; I want to show you what I
alone can do to you.
While my fingertips traced along every delicate feminine
curve, I kept my mouth an inch from your ear and just whispered. While my
fingers swept your body as if painting a picture of pleasure, my words painted
constant images of eroticism for you mind. I made you imagine so many hands
caressing you, so many fingers exploring your delicacy, so many tongues wanting
to torment you with ecstasy. I made you fantasise of being restrained for hours
and teased with so many toys, feeling them vibrate within and around you while
shining a spotlight on your unspoken desire for your arousal to be the
voyeuristic centre of attention. I made you gasp and writhe at the dream of
being groped, manhandled and tantalised by so many unseen hands, an experiment
of sexuality with you as the test subject to experience orgasms beyond your
comprehension. Simply, I made you drip with need.
Then I brought you back to reality once my fingertip slipped
along the apex of your sensuality. That’s when I told you exactly what I’m
going to do to you. That all I’m going to use is the same thing that has
already aroused you this much, my mouth, my tongue. I described exactly how I
would tease you mercilessly, just constantly trailing my lips along your inner
thighs before circling that little bead of sensitivity with my tongue. I asked
you if you’d seen the video of me going down on one of my subjects for 60
minutes, then informed you that that would look merciful compared to how I’m
going to feast on your achingly aroused, soft, wet pussy. Just the descriptions
alone caused your sex to tremble and quiver in anticipation while my finger
kept strolling over that tender curve. How I’d use the fact that you’d not
experienced teasing much in the past to truly torture you. To keep bringing you
close to the edge and stop, just letting my tongue caress that little jewel of
your clitoris, building you up so much that it would feel so swollen and
sensitive, so much that you’d feel every slight twitch of my tongue resting
against it and daring you to try and come. I told you that there’d be no
escaping it, no way to stop me devouring your pussy in a torrent of lust. I
felt you shiver just a little when I told you how you’d feel your juices
slipping down your ass as your writhed your hips in the desperate need for
orgasm. Just the thought of begging me to let you come had your sex throbbing
in longing. That red hot flame of desire burned within and seeped from you
while I made you focus on how you’d helplessly bask in such agonisingly intense
pleasure.
You nearly squealed out in delight just from the image I
next created in your mind as I told you how you’d come. How it will feel to
have me peel back that clitoral hood and expose that sweet morsel. The way I’d
clamp my lips around it to trap it for my mercy, all for my tongue to lash
against it relentlessly while you’d buck and writhe in the searing flame of
orgasmic bliss. I told you to pull on the restraints just once, just so you
know that this is all you’d be able to do when I keep going. No matter how much
you screamed out that it was too much, I wanted you to know that you won’t
leave this room without coming more than you could ever imagine was possible.
With you panting in arousal, I could tell you that now’s the
time for me to slide down and let you feel every single sensation I’ve
described…
If you lift your hands up, I stop. If you try to push my head down, I stop. If you ask me to let you cum, I stop. Now spread your legs, I’m going to fucking destroy you, Princess.
I want a cute blushy sub boy in between my legs dressed in thigh highs and an oversized cosy jumper. With their back against my chest and my legs over their thighs keeping their legs open and still as I tease them for ages. Hearing those beautiful whimpers and seeing them hide their face in the sleeves of their jumper and be all cute as they beg to cum 😍
Just imagine being in her position right now, completely lost in the sensations, trapped in the eroticism.
That motion along your chest, those fleeting little sensations up and down your cleavage, leading that scenic pathway to those slowly stiffening peaks. The little pinch that makes you feel those sharp little tugs from her pursed lips. It’s only when you are desperate for more, once you cannot stand the attention placed solely on your chest, that the motions lead downwards.
Just trailing along your thighs, leading that swirling dance towards that coveted space. The tender motions, almost like brushstrokes, sweeping closer and closer until your hips plead for the contact.
You can feel it so clearly as the lips press right there, the way your wrists would strain against those bonds in a bid for some resemblance of control. Behind the blindfold you can imagine countless lovers and idols of lust. All of them feasting so intently upon that soft sweet sex. How that mouth would work you to a frenzy, just keeping you held in the clutches of bliss but never quite unleashing the fury you need. Always keeping steady enough to not let you veer too close. Not quite to get you to the edge repeatedly, but instead to merely take the very longest route. On and on that mouth suckles and caresses, like the slowest masturbation, just enough to build it but so slowly it takes every ounce of control to not speed up. At this speed, you know what that wondrous lover between your legs knows; once you finally climax it will feel more intense than any other way you’ve masturbated before. But it won’t stop or speed up, that pace will keep you held in the grasp of that orgasm for the longest time possible.
That’s it, get ready for it. You know it’s coming…
I told you you could cum if you can keep your head up and staring at my fingers working your g-spot under your panties. I never said I wouldn’t slow down when you’re close. You didn’t realize the pleasure gets deeper the more fatigued your sexy abs become. The better it feels the weaker you become. The longer you clench, the better it feels.
Don’t worry, I’ll give you another chance. Head up, pet. Your exercises aren’t done yet.
“That’s it, relax, baby. Feel my folds envelop you…glide over your sensitive spot. The spot that makes you moan and groan with every pass. Yes, I know just how far down to go then right back over it as to not offer it…or you…any relief. Just deeper pleasure. More sensitivity.
I grip you tighter. There’s no escape. You can’t move, can’t even think anymore. You’ve lost count of the edges, which is fine. You’re my toy to tease and control. And we have a lot more time together tonight.”
bonjourlapornographie 