Tag: orgasm denial

art-of-domination:

“You don’t get to touch.  You just hold those lips apart.  Watch me.  Watch what I’m going to do to you.  Watch how I’m going to rub what’s mine.  Over and over and over again.  Till you’ve made a mess all over this carpet.  But you’re not going to cum.  Tell me why.”

“It’s not my pussy, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Please, please please, Sir.”

“No.  I’m going to enjoy this.  Watching you suffer.  Watching you stay perfectly still in the desperate hope that makes you earn your orgasm sooner.  You will stay still, but not till you’ve suffered much much longer.  Much much longer.  And why is that?”

“Because, Sir.  You decide when I cum, Sir.  Not me.”

“Good girl.  You just keep biting that lip and holding that pretty little cunt of yours open.  No more talking.  Don’t ask for permission.  Don’t say anything else.  Nothing.  Just watch.  Concentrate.  Understand that I am going to make you crazy.  Far more desperate than you can handle.  Than you’ve ever known.  You don’t stand a chance.”

onedeadpoet:

This month I decided to run an experiment with you. You’ve said how you can’t decide which part of your body is the best/worst when it comes to craving/being unable to resist the edge. Each day we get to experiment with all of them: anal, vaginal, clitoral and g-spot. The day of the month determines how many of each. Today is the 25th. 25 of each. The data is coming in nicely. Not only are you wet constantly, it’s taking so very little to bring about each edge.

“Please, no more,” I hear you say as your juices begin to run down your leg from the clit teasing just an hour ago.

“Your body wants them,” I tease. “Open for me.”

My fingers slide easily in and curl up to the soft g-spot yet again. I feel your muscles grab me already. I’m starting to suspect these are your favorite, and by extension, the worst if I don’t let you explode, which I won’t.

“Just 25 to go,” I snicker and begin to rub as your hips thrust forward and your eyes roll back into your head.

Today’s Mood:

lauryn-order:

You’re plugged while I’m fucking you with a glass dildo and using the hitachi (with the speed attachment) on your clit. I start off low and then slowly let it get faster until I feel you’re enjoying yourself too much, and then bring it back down to low and repeat. Once you’re desperate and begging to cum, I turn it off, take the dildo out, flip you over and paddle you for being such a little slut. 

When I feel like it I’ll turn you back over, slap your cunt until it’s nice and sore and then we’ll start from the very beginning. This time when you’re moments away I’ll stop and tell you to put it all away. Maybe someday you’ll get to cum, but I control your orgasms and you’re not having one today. 

eenslaved:

“Mrs. Olliver”

BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. Strictly fantasy. This one’s a little wicked-mean.

“You’ll never get to come without my allowing it,” he had told her when he proposed marriage. “Once I put this ring on your finger, your body becomes mine, Sophie. You won’t get to play with yourself anymore unless I tell you to. No touching yourself sexually, ever. After punishment, you won’t get to rub your red bottom or cradle your sore breasts; you’ll just have to endure. Just like you’ll have to endure a lot of teasing and edging, without coming. Do you understand?”

Her response was a hoarse scream, inarticulate and somewhat stifled by the ball gag.

At the time, she was under considerable duress, it had to be said. He had a powerful vibrator strapped to her crotch and a string of clothespins pinching her skin up her torso to her nipples. A tremendously fat plug wedged deep between her bottom cheeks, as was usual during that period, when he had been stretching her bottom hole while training her cunt to tighten with daily kegel ball exercises. 

She was tied to one of the posts in the basement, and she had been coming so hard and for so long, even he, as diligent and detail-oriented as he was to her responses and training, had lost count. There was a pool of fluid dripping down her thighs, and her body had nearly gone limp from shuddering so much. She had finally quieted, a little, for the most part. Earlier, half a dozen orgasms ago, she’d been begging him to stop making her come. Ah, silly girl. He was giving her a gift. He hoped she’d remember this moment forever – the last time that she was permitted such continuous, unchecked pleasure. 

“You’re going to be so obedient when you’re not allowed to come,” he continued speaking. His hand pressed down on the head of the vibrator, grinding the bulb into the over-sensitized bundle of nerves, making her come to life again with another drawn out scream and much shaking of her body. “You’ll be so hot and eager and desperate. So desperate. You’ll do anything for me then, without even thinking about it, without hesitation. You’ll get used to your pussy clenching over and over again, all the time, so wet and needy. So ready for me to fuck. Anytime I slide my dick into you, you’ll be so hot and tight and wet around my cock. You’ll be such a good fuck, Sophie. I just might have to share you so other people can appreciate what a good fucking your holes will offer.”

She bucked against the post, sobbing through another orgasm. He hooked his fingers into her cunt, pressing and curving his fingers inside, twisting and thrusting. He had so far achieved inconsistent results with making her squirt. He wasn’t too put out about it now though; he preferred to make her squirt when she was fully cognizant of it, because it embarrassed her so damn much. Right now, she was so spaced out from the series of unrelenting orgasms he’d forced upon her that she was barely aware of anything. He’d have to play the video of this session, their engagement, for her later. He planned to make her watch their engagement video many times in the future, in fact. Once every couple of months. A reminder of the moment she committed herself to him, and consented to her new life. 

It made his heart pound to imagine playing this video for her later, after they were married, when she wasn’t allowed to come anymore. Would she even recognize herself in this video? He planned to play with her around other wives and girlfriends, submissives and slaves, but he had already decided he wouldn’t let her watch them come. No, he wanted to tightly control any experience she had with orgasm. She would see the women after their climaxes, see the residual evidence of it in their faces, and she’d have to imagine it. Imagine what climax felt like. The only climax she’d get to witness would be her own, from all the video footage of herself prior to marriage. 

“When I do let you come, Sophie, which will be few and far in between, it’ll always be just a little bit painful for you,” he said, tugging on the twine that connected all of the clamps. “This is just a taste of what I’m promising. No sweet, gentle comes for you as my wife. No, once you’re Mrs. Olliver, your pleasure will always come at the price of pain. It makes you come that much harder, doesn’t it? Shh. I know. I’ve always known, Sophie. You need to be squirming with pain for your comes to be truly pleasurable. You need me to make you scream and cry so you can fly apart. I know, sweetheart. Nothing wrong with that. I’ll always give you what you need. I’ll take care of my Sophie.”

He pulled off one of the clothespins, just one, and she immediately proved his words to be true. Her body began to convulse in another hard orgasm, as if the pleasure was being wrenched from her. With one deft tug, he yanked at the twine and sent all the clamps flying off. The one on her right nipple was a little stubborn, pinching tightly, and he needed to give an extra hard tug to pull it off. His darling Sophie’s voice broke on a rising screech of pain, while her hips bucked wildly up into the vibrator. She shook her torso frantically from side to side, bouncing her heavy breasts as if she was trying to shake off the biting pain. 

“Glorious,” he pronounced. 

eenslaved:

“Bed-Warmer”
BDSM erotica. Fictional characters over 18. F/f humiliation! This photo just did it for me.

When the Master of the house is away, as he is wont to do at least once a month for business, the Mistress will bring Cecelia into their bed, where she serves as a pleasing bed-warmer.

The household knows the Mistress’ instructions. After a day of toiling away, CeCe is brought to the master bedroom. Her uniform is stripped away, and once she is unclothed, the girl is bathed. Often, the Mistress will be present during her bathing. But it is always done under someone’s supervision. Often, bathing the girl is a reward doled out by the housekeeper, to worthy staff members. As such, almost all in the household have had their hands upon the girl’s slick, nude body. At times they feel she belongs to them all.

The Mistress’ instructions encourage them to toy with the girl, to stir her “beyond bearing”, but to never let her pleasure peak. And the Mistress’ expectations are that the girl submit to their toying and teasing. She has no right to interfere with their performance of their duties, and certainly she is not allowed to deny their access to her nubile body as they carry out their Mistress’ instructions.

In the bathing chamber, the girl is thoroughly cleaned. She is scrubbed quite vigorously, until her skin is soft and pinkened and smarting all over. She is bathed with a sweet vanilla scent that the Mistress chose, because it is pleasing to her. The girl’s caretakers – whoever has been granted the privilege that evening – make quite free with her bare, soapy body. They touch CeCe until her cries are echoing off the tiles and her panting and pleading becomes so desperate, she’s hardly speaking English.

They are particularly gratified to bathe the girl on Sundays, for that’s when she gets an extra cleansing. After she has been bathed and teased until she must be helped out of the bath, they press CeCe to all fours so that she crouches over a small towel. CeCe is instructed to keep her cheek pressed to the floor and not to raise it until she is given leave to do so. Then a warm, soapy mixture is forced into her bowels while she trembles and cringes with humiliation. CeCe is made to hold it for no less than seven minutes before she is allowed to void herself. As she groans and pants as though she were experiencing birthing pains, her caretakers rub her slippery pussy, finger her engorged clit, and tug her swollen nipples lower. 

After the girl is cleaned, she is led out into the bedroom, where the Mistress awaits her in the sitting area by the window, near the fireplace. Her caretakers will depart at this point, but they’ll return later, to carry out the remaining instructions.

CeCe is made to crawl on hands and knees across the expanse of the room, to where the Mistress reclines on a long settee. The Mistress spreads her legs, and the expectation is that CeCe will dwell there for an hour or more, pleasing the Mistress with her mouth, her head clasped between the Mistress’ soft thighs. Sometimes the Mistress will read a newspaper, resting the broad tabloid over CeCe’s head. Or she’ll call for a maid to freshen her manicure, and CeCe will simply be slurping and lapping away while one of her fellow staff members applies a fresh coat of lacquer to the Mistress’ nails. 

Other times the Mistress is more involved. She’ll give CeCe direction and tutor the girl in improving her technique. Or she’ll be quite cruel in her demands, pulling CeCe’s hair and squeezing her head tightly between her thighs, hardly letting her come up for air. She’ll slip her legs over CeCe’s slim shoulders, drum her heels on the girl’s back as she arches her hips up.

Once she is satisfied, the Mistress will let CeCe emerge from between her thighs. The girl’s face will be quite wet, the lower half of her face quite sticky and smeared with juices and saliva. CeCe is given a pair of the Mistress’ lacy panties with which to tidy her face. 

Then the Mistress draws her sweet housemaid into her arms, their legs tangling together. She’ll urge CeCe’s head to her breast, offering her ample cleavage to the girl to rest her head on. CeCe’s mouth finds the long, turgid nipple of the Mistress and begins to suck. It would be a soothing, nurturing moment, if not for the Mistress’ fingers treating CeCe’s own nipples quite cruelly. As her own teats are tenderly sucked, CeCe’s are twisted, pinched, pulled, milked quite harshly until little moans and squeals are being muffled by CeCe’s mouth on her tit. The Mistress’ other hand always delves into CeCe’s pussy and strokes inside, thumb rubbing CeCe’s needy button, gathering the moisture there. It’s so delightful, how the girl’s body is just so primed, all the time.

At ten thirty, someone will come in to finish preparing CeCe for bed. Leather cuffs go around her ankles, wrists, and just above her elbows; they’re hooked together and CeCe is laid on her front on top of the covers, right next to her Mistress, who is snuggled deep into the mattress. Resting on top of her throbbing nipples, her pussy still leaking her arousal, the girl whimpers and cries, but she does so quietly, so as not to disturb her Mistress, who insists she sleeps better knowing CeCe is unfulfilled and yearning next to her. All that delicious, desperate energy – it just charges her right up.

In the morning, the Mistress might roll CeCe over so she is flat on her back. She’ll lie on top of the girl, smother that sweet, sad face with the valley between her breasts, feed her hard nipples into the girl’s mouth one at a time for more lathing. She’ll straddle the girl’s legs, bound tightly together, slide her cunt up and down the girl’s body, humping CeCe’s still form, squeezing her breasts and gripping her nipples as she rides the girl’s bound body. Sometimes she’ll come that way, just rubbing one out on CeCe. More often than not, CeCe’s mornings begin with her breathing in the Mistress’ cunt, dripping over her nose and lips.

After this pleasure, the Mistress is off to start her day. Her instructions are for CeCe to be freed from bondage and turned over to the housekeeper for tending to, which means CeCe is returned to her room. The housekeeper will visit her there with a long, thick dildo, and she’ll apply it to CeCe’s pussy briskly, bringing the girl off several times. It’s humiliating, but it does make the girl so happy to finally take her climax.

Then CeCe dresses in her uniform again, and her day begins.

(@slatyb​ @jenakarii Thank you for the kind comments you reblogged on that recent post. It was a really nicely timed pick-me-up.)

hornydeniedgirl:

She can’t cum from fucking alone. Like most women, she needs clitoral stimulation to orgasm.

He devised a treatment plan. Whenever he fucks her, he will pause and rub her clit, his cock buried in her pussy, their eyes on each other.

When she gets close, he will stop rubbing and resume fucking her. Eventually, the added stimulation will tip her over the edge.

It’s been two weeks, and that hasn’t happened yet.

This will be the only time her clit gets touched until the treatment works.

hornydeniedgirl:

He didn’t mind having to stop fucking her because she got too close. He’s been keeping her like that for so long, he knew exactly what to do.

A few seconds of stillness, buried deep in her convulsing pussy, until she backed off the edge just enough for him to pull out without tipping her over.

He will finish in her mouth, again.

As much as he loved cumming in her swollen pussy, if cumming in her mouth instead was necessary to keep her denied, it was a sacrifice he was willing to make.

goodroughguy:

Half an hour of your edging each day should be done outside of your apartment. Your car, a public bathroom, a dressing room. And remember how we practiced. No silly little masturbating. I want you quivering and writhing you’re so close to cumming. Just because you’re in public doesn’t mean you can just rub your cunt like a regular girl.

“Yes, Sir.”

Because you’re not like other girls. Other girls don’t edge, they masturbate and then cum whenever they want to. Do you want that?

“Do I… do I want what, Sir?”

Keep edging my cunt. I said other girls get to cum whenever they want to. Don’t you want that?

“No. No, Sir. I want to cum when you say so.”

Even though I hardly ever say so? Keep edging. More desperate, please.

“Ngh… Yes, Sir. I only want to cum if you want it.

But you look like you’re desperate to cum. Like you could cum any second.

“Yes, Sir…”

Wouldn’t it feel so good to let go right now?

“Yes, Sir, it would feel so, so, so good.”

But then it would be over, wouldn’t it?

“Yes, Sir.”

You’re not like other girls. You’re special. Do you want to cum, right now?

“Only if you want me to.”

I don’t. I think you’re perfect just like this. Desperately edging, just an inch away from an orgasm that you may not have.

“Then that’s what I want, too.”

Good girl. Let’s edge a while longer then. Open your mouth. Just watching you so close has got me ready to cum.

hornydeniedgirl:

“Hold it, hold it! Don’t cum. You can do it, just a little longer! Fight it! Here, I’ll help you. Don’t worry, I’ll keep doing this till the timer goes off, just focus on your tits and hold off, that’s my good girl.”

She doesn’t know it yet, but this is how she will edge every day for the next week.

After that, just pinching her nipples will be enough to make her wet, needy, and eager to do whatever he wants.