Tag: edging

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.

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.

biflindi:

“You can really cum just from your g-spot alone?”

“Yeah, you wanna try it?  I’ll show you how to do it.”

“Ahh, yeah, I do.”

When he was sure he had it right, he really got into it.  Soon she was writhing, flush, and beginning to sweat profusely.  He noticed immediately that she slowly begins to hold her breath when she’s about to cum.   Using this tell he’s been able bring her right up to the edge about 10 times in a row.

Really, at this point she’s just quivering jelly thinking more, more, just a little more, “please.“

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop, uh … uh, don’t stop …”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, don’t stop when I get there, uh, this time.  Almost there!”

“OK, I won’t.”

“Uh, I’m cu… cumming.”

He slowed down quite a bit and pinched her nipple, sucking on her ear…

“Noo!!  Ugh, I was there.”

“I know.“ He laughed.

“I’m going to get you for this!”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, uh, only I’m going to tie you up and, uh… Oh, don’t stop this time, ok?  I really need to cum now… uh. please? Please!? Uh.“

femsubdenial:

pleasuretorture:

Every time it pulls away, the desperation feels one hundred times worse.

She thought she was prepared for the auction, ready to indulge in whatever the master who had the winning bid had prepared for her, ready for a few months of luxury and erotic servitude; she couldn’t wait. 

What she had not expected however was the specifications that the auction required, for the maids who were to be auctioned off to be in a state of desperate sexual longing. To make sure they looked most appetising to the bidders, the auctioneers were thorough in making sure the only thoughts on the girls minds were the need to orgasm and the orders they’d obey to soon be allowed that release.

All that is on her mind now is the buzz of the vibrator and the unbearable pulses of longing between her thighs. Every day for the week before the auction she has been brought to the edge countless times, until she has offered anything for an orgasm or even just another jolt of pleasure that comes from being brought to the edge. Another two days until the auction, another two days of being vibrated to the brink and having it stop, repeated until she can barely think or speak. Another two days of begging for the chance to come, knowing it won’t happen, no matter how many times the words ‘please’ escape her lips. Her only problem is that the auction caters most specifically for masters who greatly enjoy denial; she will be begging for a long time to come. 

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thatkinkyswitch:

Sometimes the second best part of an edging session is when you’re just getting him up to the edge for the first time.  The point where he still thinks you’re planning to end the evening by jerking him off and calling it a night.  Watching his reactions as he prepares to cum, watching the anticipation in his eyes as he feels it coming closer.

Of course, the best part is when he’s just a moment away from cumming and suddenly you stop stroking.  When you just sit back and watch his cock twitch helplessly.  When the anticipation in his eyes dies and is replaced by dread as he realizes the prolonged torment he’s about to endure.  The moment when you say, “No, boy, you don’t get to cum.  Tonight you start your chastity training.”

regular-sadism:

michaels-erotic-desires:

lets-talk-about-umm:

bondageideas:

You want to cum, don’t you baby. Every moment, you think you’ve had more than you can stand, and yet I somehow continue to add even more to your arousal. Taking you to the very edge, then holding you there… teasing you, whispering stories in your ear that suggest what might be coming next… or might not be.

So close.

One lick from my warm, soft tongue, looking up into your eyes, would be enough to bring your entire body down in a full-body orgasm, every last muscle pulling together to wrack you blissfully hard. The tip of my cock, stretching your opening just a tiny bit, would put you over the edge, and in the avalanche, I’d feel your spasming pussy clench me wildly, kissing the tip of my cock over and over again in a frenzy. Whatever I decide to do to you next, no matter how outlandish, how new and different, or no matter how ordinary — like warm, brackish water to the lips of someone who has just crossed the desert, whatever I choose to give you will be the best sex you’ve ever had. You will love it.

So. Close.

You lost the ability to form coherent sentences several minutes ago. Your wetness is almost unbelievable, spread thickly over your mound, your thighs, everywhere… and still it issues forth visibly from you like a fountain. Your pussy aches terribly for release. Not just your pussy… your entire body, every muscle, straining to wrest control back from me, to pull loose from your restraints and give yourself what you so desperately need like the air you breathe.

Nuh-uh, baby.

Not. Yet.

Dear Lord… it has been a long while.

As every woman should be touched!

Oh my.

pleasuretorture:

Surely a reflection… a mirror image of your own quivering body, yet you know that it is yourself you are seeing, turning to the side and watching the footage on the screen as if watching a stranger writhing with need.

It is these short moments of rest that linger the most cruelly; you know by now that begging for them to give you what you need so badly will do nothing. You can merely turn and watch yourself from the angle of the recording, watching them zoom in and adjust the camera filming every moment of your blissful suffering. You have long since given up the struggle of pulling on the restraints to your wrists; all efforts are focused on the pulsating desire within you.

You had agreed so naively, thinking it would simply be a little erotic fun; agreed to be filmed, thinking it would simply be something arousing to masturbate to in future, seeing pleasure being focused on you more than you have been used to in your hectic schedule. Yet now that seems so long ago, never had you realised that this coursing pleasure would burn so deeply inside you, never dying down, simply simmering within.

From the moment your hands were tied above your head, it seemed as if it was their goal to tease you to madness; taking turns, they made sure there was always at least 3 pairs of hands touching you at all times. The way their fingertips, lips and tongues worked so slowly seemed to stimulate your body as if you had never been touched before in your life.

For 30 minutes they tormented you, yet not even touching your nipples or clitoris until the final minutes. All the while they whisper into your ears, telling you exactly what the cameras are showing, telling you just how delicate the movements of your body are as they started to brush and flicker over those most sensitive little peaks. In the last seconds they finally brought you to edge… then always left you alone, walking away behind the camera to leave you teetering cruelly on the pinnacle. One minute always passed, the camera picking up every display of uncontrollable longing, then another 30 minutes of relentless teasing… on and on until this point in time, where you feel as if your throbbing clitoris is the only thing in the room with a pulse.

They toy with you in unison, an orchestra of pleasure playing your body like an instrument, leaving you to watch yourself bucking your hips up and down with need, silently screaming for the climax. As you writhe in tortured pleasure, you think about what they had just whispered to you… that in one minute you should keep your eyes on the screen to watch yourself as a mouth finally sucks against your clitoris. A shiver runs through you at the thought.

 Any second now, a tongue will find the pulsating, agonising beauty of your tender cherry.

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