Forced Orgasms Part 2
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A vibrating egg buzzing in her pussy kept her just below the edge. No matter how hard she squirmed, no more pleasure could be squeezed from it. The carpet was damp from her dripping pussy and the camera was catching every gasp and moan.
She knelt there and wished she had never told her new kinky boyfriend that she could take anything he could throw at her. 4 hours of stimulation without orgasm was something she had never experienced before. She never knew how frustration the denial would be.
She was prepared to beg when he finally came back. But she knew that it was not going to be that easy.
“No cumming. Hold on, keep fighting it. Don’t you dare cum. Just a little longer, you can do it, my good fucktoy.”
He likes her pussy nice and desperate when he fucks her.
Uh I just wanna curl up in someone’s lap and have them tease me and play with me
It’s difficult to describe to people how sexy and relaxing it is to watch good tv, ignoring the whimpers and begging of a good tease toy, leaning back on me, my hands idly spreading her wetness all over her clit, as her hips hump my fingers.
The episode ends.
The next begins.
And my hand keeps rubbing, pinching, starting, stopping.
When I have more time in my life, I want to go through an entire season of a show like that, two or three episodes at a time. I wonder, by the end, would humming just a few notes of the theme song make her squirm?
a scientific experiment into sexual positions, particularly uncomfortable positions, and whether certain positions make it impossible for some subjects to reach orgasm, and why
so the subject is tied up, immobilised in an awkward position, maybe a little uncomfortable. a mechanical device, robotic hands, rubs them off, fucks them, but they just can’t get close in that position…
until they get used to it. the scientists watch intently. the subject’s thighs tremble. after hours of teasing and fucking, they’re finally getting close, finally feeling the heat begin to pool in the pit of their stomach –
“it’s not working,” say the scientists. “change the position.”
the subject protests. they were close! they were going to cum! just a few more seconds! please! they were so close! but the scientists won’t listen. after the careful re-positioning, the subject is still twitching from the edge, but in this new position, they’re back to square one – it’ll take them a while to get back to the edge. and there’s no guarantee the scientists will listen next time, either.
smth hot: visible, vocal desperation
someone who’s suffered hours, maybe even days of edging and denial without release, now desperate for even a ruined orgasm, humping their partner’s leg or trying to grind against anything they’re given, begging and pleading and bargaining, humiliating themselves for the chance for just one more touch, one little orgasm, and then whining and shaking upon being told ‘no’
My goal is to slowly break down your mental connection between having an orgasm and self-control.
Everyone’s sense of confidence and independence is rooted in the idea that they are in control of their own body’s natural impulses. Your concept of self-determination depends on you being able to overrule the signals your body sends to your brain.
I want to take that away from you.
I want your orgasms to be forceful and violent. I want your climaxes to make you feel helpless and powerless. I want you to feel a little more broken each time you cum for me.
The training regimen is simple. I tie you down with your old toys inside of your cute little cunt until you accept that, in your new role, they have more control of your body than you do. I regularly make you fuck yourself while I sit casually watching just to drive home the asymmetry of our power dynamic. I keep you handcuffed for your morning bathing so I can make you start each morning getting off on my shower head.
Cumming and submission are becoming fussed together in your mind. It gets harder and harder to remember what an orgasm must have felt like for you before. The notion of controlling your own bodily functions slips away more and more.
It becomes easier for you to just let your body work against you. I am just tapping into your own biology. Your body knows that once you’ve found a man any ideas in your head of autonomy and equality will just get in the way of your true purpose. I am just bringing you back to a more natural feminine state.
Every time I make your insides contract you are compelled to surrender to that nature a little more.
my corner 