onedeadpoet:

That’s it, slowly back and forth over your aching clit. How many days has it been since you were last allowed to hold your favorite vibrator against your clit for more than 30 seconds and feel the delicious orgasm wrack your body?

43? Are you sure?

Good girl. We won’t add another day to the mysterious orgasm day.

But don’t worry yourself with that; just lay back and let the vibrations send you deeper, weakening your fight and the need for thinking. Just fade away as you feel your body shuddering with pre-orgasmic contractions, igniting your dirtiest fantasies and deepening your need to cum.

But there is no cumming, is there baby girl? Just the endless need, which grows stronger each time you obediently pull off the vibrator at the last second, leaving your clit angrily twitching and your pussy trying desperately to milk the cock it needs, grasping for just a little more.

But we’re not cruel, we give it what it wants right away again. It’s never without stimulation for too long. We want to make it feel soooooo good.

Now let’s hear you repeat your mantra.

“I love keeping this pussy from cumming.

It’s what I need.”

Good girl. Don’t worry about when to stop. I’ll let you know. For now I’m going to have a drink and enjoy watching you give in to your addiction. I think I’ll cancel our evening out so we don’t have to stop and I can take over your teasing myself.

I look forward to cuddling you to sleep, slowly teasing you with my fingers as you drift away with the wonder of what tomorrow will bring.

onedeadpoet:

It’s the day you’ve come to love and hate; after weeks of agonizing teasing leaving you a breathless, throbbing, horny wreck, I love making you cum, usually when we have our friends over for dinner. They’re very open and have even helped me tease you on special occasions.

They love being invited on O-Day. I know, you’re always a bit embarrassed at first, and that’s fine. You don’t HAVE to cum. We can try again next month. You know how I love to extend your edging duration.

What’s that? You’ve changed your mind? Smart girl.

Oh no, you’re not getting away with being quiet; I know how to rip the moans from your lips. The only question is if I allow just one, barely offering you the release you crave (knowing full well just one orgasm can make you even hornier, especially if I avoid your clit) or make this a concerto for our guests downstairs and force you to cum until your abs get sore from crunching in orgasm to orgasm.

Decisions, decisions. But that’s my problem. You just lay back and get lost in your squirting contractions.

girlsgetteased:

You’re now my own, well oiled, personal perpetual motion machine.

The deep, firm pressure as your fingers effortlessly surround your clit and then move down the inner length of your labia, activating every nerve ending on the trio down and then again on the way up.

Each stroke brings you closer to the edge and being closer to the edge drives you to stroke more.

onedeadpoet:

You’ve been so needy today…perhaps I’ve been teasing you too ruthlessly lately. I know you love how you feel, but it’s hard being so wet and horny all the time. I leave the decision to you. I’m going to rub your hungry little clit slowly…so very slowly…to give you time to think about what you want. If you want to cum, I won’t stop. I’ll keep gently rubbing until your mouth falls open, your head falls back and your pussy lips clench and release over and over as your button twitches. You will have the orgasm you’ve been wanting. It’ll probably last around a minute or two. OR you can tell me to stop when you’re on the edge and I’ll give you 60 straight minutes of the most delicious, merciless edging you’ve felt yet, perhaps slowly edging you a few times with my tongue so fly swiping and flicking or my cock gliding along your drenched slit…but at the end of those 60 minutes we put you back in your panties uncummed…only to do it all again tomorrow (or later tonight if you’re desperate).

So…what will it be…? I’ll just be here enjoying your mews and moans as you decide. You have five minutes or I will decide for you.

submittinginsilence:

quitemystery:

You under-estimated my patience. 

You had said you were used to guys not giving you want you wanted. You were used to guys leaving you wanting more. Getting turned on, then getting disappointed was nothing new for you so this wasn’t going to be any different. Matter of fact you almost told me to fuck off…but there was apart of you that was curious. I didn’t seem arrogant, simply sure.

So, being a strong women, you made the first rules:

1.) I had to keep my clothes on.

2.) You agreed to 30 minutes, and no more (unless you got bored)

3.) My hands only

I only made one rule:

1.) No cumming until you were given permission.

I explained this meant no wussing out on me. I was betting that you were wrong about how turned on you’d get, and if I was right, I wanted to enjoy the wet mess I’d make out of you for the full 30 minutes.

You agreed, and if you were honest with yourself the loss of control you were agreeing to, had you turned on before we had even started.

And then we started.

My hands weren’t eager, they were careful. They didn’t hurry nor did they apologize for drinking you in. The massage with a sexy twist was delightful and new in a surprising way. It only took me 10 minutes before I knew I had been right. It was 15 before you were willing to admit it to me.

By the time we had gotten here it was 45 minutes in and I had yet to touch your little pussy directly.

I had stopped at 30 and you had said “keep going.” I told you no…unless you gave me another 45 minutes. You agreed easily, figuring if the first 30 were this good….

But then I changed. The touches had stopped being soothing. They felt planned to tease you. I was rough with your nipple while you laid on your back and I had rubbed just above your mound. You felt the need rising and by the time I had turned you over and pushed my thumb into your ass your moans had gotten away from you.

This was the final straw though. This was so much more intense then simple disappointment of being aroused an not cumming. This was a genuine dread that I wouldn’t let you cum mixed with an arousal so strong you could no longer fully pronounce words.

“Make me cum!” was the moan that escaped your lips.

“I have 30 minutes left that you agreed to,” was my reply. “And you agreed not to wimp out.”

“Fuuuuuuck…” escaped your lips, and it sounded more like despair than anger.

With 15 minutes left you were begging for my fingers inside you or on you…at least that’s what I could understand from your broken sentences.

With 5 minutes left you asked for my cock.

“My cock?” I paused my hands on you, not moving, which you weren’t sure was better or worse than what I had just been doing. “My cock, will cost you another hour.”

“An hour?"….

"Well, I’ll use my cock on you sooner, but I want an hour more of time to decided when you get to cum.” I said as I began moving my hands again. “If you want to stop now, I suppose you can and then just rub your pussy on your own and make yourself cum.”

“Wait what?!” “Your not going to make me cum if we stop?” …you were confused and upset enough to briefly make sense.

“I told you that I would tell you when you could and couldn’t cum for 30 minutes, I never promised to make you cum.” and that you realized was the trap.

“Make me cummmm….” game your begging voice. You were a little horrified to be honest at the sound of your begging.

“If you want me to make you cum, I will, but that will cost you 2 hours in addition.” “Think about it carefully before you agree.” I withdrew my hands again from your body to give your mind and body a another little rest.

“Will I have to wait 2 hours to cum?” you said more thoughtfully than I would have thought you were capable of at the moment…

“No, you’ll get to cum in the next 10 minutes.” The words were barely out of my mouth before you answered “Okay 2 hours.”

The moment you started cumming I pulled my hands off your pulsing pussy and replaced the rubbing with 20 fast firm spanks. The orgasm rendered you mute as you shook from each spank. You would have stopped the strikes with your hands if you could of but I held them, and you were in no condition to fight well. Then I stopped touching altogether as you writhed in front of me.

“Fuck no fuck….ahhhh” escaped your lips.

I could tell it was intense, but at the same time did nothing at all to abate the arousal you felt. The look you gave me was one of shock and something desperate that I suspect was a look that had never been on your face before.

“Now, ready for your next two hours?”

This literally sounds like the perfect way to spend a day

Eviegirl Gets Teased for the First Time

femsubdenial:

Submitted by eviegirl (not on Tumblr). She was talking about this in chat and I asked her to write this up:

Let me start this by saying I am  extremely shy, in every sense of the word. I don’t ask for what I want because I have this strange aversion to speaking up for myself. I hate confrontation and do everything in my power to avoid it.

So to say I was nervous to bring up orgasm control with the new guy I was seeing is an absolute understatement. After some verbal encouragement from the lovely voices in the femsubdenial chatroom, I worked up the nerve to bring it up. 

He came over at about 5:30 and only had about a half hour or so to hang out before he had to head home to finish a paper. It’s pretty early in our relationship, so when we’re not out in public, we are pretty much always fooling around. Since time was limited, we decided on a quickie, and soon I was down to nothing but a lace thong.

Before it got any farther, I took a deep breath and said “Um, so, you know what would really turn me on, more than orgasming? You telling me when and if I can come.” I had a hard time time even looking him in the eye, I was so afraid he was going to be freaked out or turned off. He just kind looked at me and cocked his head. He said, “like, you want me to tease you?” The voice in my head started screaming, YES THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANT YOU TO DO. I somehow managed a calm, but shaky, “Yes. That. Or, you know, you deciding when I have an orgasm…or not.”

He looked at me a moment longer and just simply said, “okay.” and we continued where we left off. All of a sudden he turns me over so I’m facing away from him on the bed. He pulled me closer and took my wrists into his left hand and stretched them above my head. He hooked his right leg around mine and pulled my leg towards him. I was, for the most part, immobile and entirely spread open for him.

He started slow, just tracing the fingertips of his right hand around my skin. He would start by fingering the hem of my thong, so so lightly. His hand would drift up towards my chest, but stop just over the bottom of my rib cage. 

From the adrenaline of finally getting what I want, mixed with how turned on I was, my entire body was trembling, shaking even harder when his hand got closer to further down the front of my thong. I then felt him breath a chuckle into my ear and say, “someone’s excited.” I should have been embarrassed, but something about him commenting so flippantly about the state I was in drove me even higher. He then grabbed onto the fabric of my thong and pulled it upward. I had no choice but to grind shamelessly into the fabric, finally getting some needed friction against my clit. Again, I felt his breath on my neck as he laughed quietly at my desperate attempt for touch.

He unhooked his leg and pulled the thong all the way down, and immediately got back into position, holding me completely open and exposed. He started to circle my clit with his thumb, slowly and lazily. His touches were so light and so slow, that at one point, I was afraid he had fallen asleep. I choked out a breathless “are you okay?”. He responded with a firm, “hush”. I bit down on my lip and tried to control my breathing.

Finally he pushed just the very tip of his index finger into me, just enough to make me want more. His circling thumb became a little more firm and fast. I had been so aroused this entire time, that my clit had become so sensitive and the pad of his thumb was right on top of it. I tried to moved my hips away from his hand and said, “that’s too much.” Without missing a beat, he responded, “you can handle it.” and continued his movement without stopping or slowing.

The tone, the words, and his touches brought be right to the edge of an orgasm. I gasped and got out, “I’m going to come.” He leaned closer to my ear and in a mocking tone, said, “…oh, are you?”. Immediately I felt him take his hand away.

The ache. Oh god, this impossible feeling of delicious emptiness and need that makes words useless just overcame me. I blinked a few times and tried to press my thighs together. Impossible, as he kept me spread wide open, all the while laughing in my ear. He knew what he was doing, and the only option I had was to let him.

After a few deep breaths, his hand returned in full force, shoving two fingers in me and resuming his circles on my clit. Twicemore he stopped right as I got to the edge. Or was it three times? I was at the point of not being able to count higher than “oh god please”. Finally, when I thought my muscles were going to burst from my skin with tension, I managed to get out a pathetic, “please.” Yes. I begged.

He leaned in and whispered, “come, baby” and I crashed into an orgasm I’m not likely to soon forget. He helped me ride it out and then slowed his touch to a stop, all the while covering me in kisses and light nips. After getting my breath back to a normal speed and sound, he looked at me and said with a smile, “that was fun.”

I think this one’s a keeper.