So she tells me right before we start the scene that she is now into edging. I have played this way in the past and I know what she wants.
Orgasm denial is such a lovely thing and her "about to cum" safeword is purple.
I inform my partner what we are going to do.
We start with her hands and feet hooked to a spreader bar and tied to the suspension frame. I check the height and angle with her and it seems good.
I love playing with this girl, she is one of my favorites and I know what gets her going. The two of us start working her over quite well with lighter impact items. She is moaning and squeaking just a bit as we start ramping it up.
I don gloves and grab her hitachi. I love fucking this woman and tonight is no exception. With my hand in her pussy and her hitachi against her clit it is not long before she is begging to cum.
She is being beaten by my partner and I am varying the intensity just enough to keep her from cumming. She is starting to wiggle and squirm.
I stop tormenting her poor pussy and we change places. I am now beating the underside of her tits as my partner swats at her exposed ass and thighs.
I start attacking her with a wooden skewer. They are lovely little toys, flexible enough that when bent back and let go they leave little welts and sting like a bitch! Not to mention the pointy side of course.
When her tits are sufficient covered in welts and she has approached orgasm several times and I refuse her we decide it is time to flip her over and spank her lovely ass.
With her rearranged onto her knees and her ass in the air the spanks begin.
In between flogging, spanking, paddling and strapping her ass we bring her to the edge over and over. Oftentimes leaving the vibrator that has gotten her there right next to her clit.
After quite sometime we flip her over again and I know she is finally at the end of her rope for patience.
She starts begging to cum and I am holding her back. Finally I say the magic words, "Cum for me" and she doesn't hesitate a bit, her orgasm shooting out of her as she squirts in a huge flood. I tell her to keep cumming as hard as she can. I am manipulating her gspot with one vibrator and her clit with the hitachi.
She squirts so hard it goes shooting over my head! I am impressed as hell at this and I push her to cum one more time before finally allowing her to rest.
My partner gets her water and they snuggle while I clean up.
I am informed that she worships me, to which I smile, and she also tells me she wants me to take over her orgasms.
I am delighted! More edging for extended periods of time, to cum!
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Saturday, January 1, 2011
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Oh My Stars
I used to have a dom who said "Oh my stars" instead of "Oh my God" it was rather endearing. For some reason that just popped into my head, this is completely unrelated. but Valinor if you are reading maybe I made you chuckle your great laugh, or at least smile!
So stars.
The evening started off as many play parties do. Me, smoking hot in a great outfit. Hair and makeup done beautifully. My lover on one side a cherished playmate on the other. Mingling among the guests and greeting the host and hostess. I had made plans to top later but other than that my night was fairly open.
Normal so far.
The host informed me that he had the evening free and was available for play. A scene popped into my mind.
Now I have been slowly over the last year been popping my own "cherries" by doing things that I consider to be edge play. Others I am sure would think my play is rather tame in comparison but you must keep in mind that up until very recently my hard limits have included... Nothing that breaks skin, no permanent marks, no blood play, no needles and no knives.
I have had broken skin many times although it was always accidental. I have had myself branded three times now with temporary brands, and they have not completely faded. I have had a hypodermic needle inserted in the skin of my arm. I have had a few knife scenes.
I spoke to the host in an excited tone and told him what I had hoped to do but that I had no stencil. He was quick to allow me to surf the net and find it.
I made a few quick modifications, traced it onto tracing paper carefully, and took a deep breath.
He smiled when he saw how intricate the design was. We discussed placement.
I stripped off my bra and dress. Commenting how I was breaking a hard limit and if I chickened out not to be surprised. He just smiled and nodded.
Hopped up on the table in front of a crowded room. He placed the stencil on my chest. We made certain it was positioned correctly, he pressed it into my skin so it would transfer. He grabbed a felt and connected the dots as the transfer wasn't the greatest. I examined it in a mirror and gave my ok. He unwrapped a disposable scalpel and poised it just above my skin.
"Now you will feel the edge of the blade against your skin" I whimpered at the first touch of cold steel.
"And the first cut" I gasped and held my breath as the sharp steel pressed into my skin. Oh sweet glorious pain blossoming! My entire body came alive in that blissful moment. Sparkles start in the edge of my vision and the endorphins start flowing.
The scent and taste of blood flood into my nostrils and mouth. Intoxicated at this first splash, the urge to scoop the drizzle of blood into my mouth is nearly overpowering me. I imagine my tongue coated thick with it and feel faint, a buzzing in my ears.
He continues to talk as he cuts, a line here, a swirl there. I am gasping, whimpering and moaning. Humping at air and giggling. Arousal is flooding over and around me. My scent is driving me nearly insane with primal lust.
I ask for a break about a third of the way through and he obliges. I am offered water and decline. Preferring to lay there, squirming in delight and squeezing my legs tight. Oh how I long to suck at the cuts he has made. My sex is swollen and soaked with my juices. I feel myself near orgasm and ask him to continue.
His next cut has me cumming and laughing. I can't speak anymore. I am murmuring and floating. I know there are people around me, I have no idea what is going on anymore. My eyelids are fluttering and eyes are rolling. My hips move of their own accord and I am loathe to hold still. My nipples are erect and I am gripping a hand tightly.
Pain is my lover and I embrace Her wholeheartedly. Her sweet voice is causing me to writhe slightly under the cutters hands. Sweet tendrils of agony as he carves my skin into the design I created. Bright red blood is dripping down my shoulder, smearing into the white hot swirls of pain. My Goddess is with me.
He comments that he only has a few more lines causing me to beg... "Go slow, please."
I hear laughter around me, and I am reminded there are people watching. His last cuts are much slower, languid even, I am orgasming in the blissful, bright, sting of the last swirl.
Now he is spraying alcohol into the lacerations and blotting with a paper towel. I am moaning and giggling at the bittersweet tingling of salt in a wound. I am near orgasm again and as he seizes the paper towel and begins rubbing vigorously, scrubbing at the fresh cuts I cum a third time.
There is blood everywhere and they are taking photos. He holds up a paper towel with a near perfect smear of my blood in a beautiful mural. Delight as he suggests I frame it and I immediately agree! He sets it aside and tells me it is time for a few touch ups.
I shudder and take a deep breath. His blade descends in his final strokes. Red wings beat in time with my fluttering heart..
It is over.
I lay there, drifting, mindless.. momentarily stunned.
A mirror is held up so I can see the art he has painstakingly carved into my chest. I smile, ecstasy is making the world very golden, with bright red blood splatters.
This is a photo of my shoulder this morning.
It bled all through the night, all over my sheets and pillowcase. Good thing I know how to get bloodstains out.
I will be framing the paper towel and putting it near the front door of my house. It is a nice compliment to the BDSM KINK flag that I have not so discreetly placed there.
I want more now.
Craving blood.. yum..
So stars.
The evening started off as many play parties do. Me, smoking hot in a great outfit. Hair and makeup done beautifully. My lover on one side a cherished playmate on the other. Mingling among the guests and greeting the host and hostess. I had made plans to top later but other than that my night was fairly open.
Normal so far.
The host informed me that he had the evening free and was available for play. A scene popped into my mind.
Now I have been slowly over the last year been popping my own "cherries" by doing things that I consider to be edge play. Others I am sure would think my play is rather tame in comparison but you must keep in mind that up until very recently my hard limits have included... Nothing that breaks skin, no permanent marks, no blood play, no needles and no knives.
I have had broken skin many times although it was always accidental. I have had myself branded three times now with temporary brands, and they have not completely faded. I have had a hypodermic needle inserted in the skin of my arm. I have had a few knife scenes.
I spoke to the host in an excited tone and told him what I had hoped to do but that I had no stencil. He was quick to allow me to surf the net and find it.
I made a few quick modifications, traced it onto tracing paper carefully, and took a deep breath.
He smiled when he saw how intricate the design was. We discussed placement.
I stripped off my bra and dress. Commenting how I was breaking a hard limit and if I chickened out not to be surprised. He just smiled and nodded.
Hopped up on the table in front of a crowded room. He placed the stencil on my chest. We made certain it was positioned correctly, he pressed it into my skin so it would transfer. He grabbed a felt and connected the dots as the transfer wasn't the greatest. I examined it in a mirror and gave my ok. He unwrapped a disposable scalpel and poised it just above my skin.
"Now you will feel the edge of the blade against your skin" I whimpered at the first touch of cold steel.
"And the first cut" I gasped and held my breath as the sharp steel pressed into my skin. Oh sweet glorious pain blossoming! My entire body came alive in that blissful moment. Sparkles start in the edge of my vision and the endorphins start flowing.
The scent and taste of blood flood into my nostrils and mouth. Intoxicated at this first splash, the urge to scoop the drizzle of blood into my mouth is nearly overpowering me. I imagine my tongue coated thick with it and feel faint, a buzzing in my ears.
He continues to talk as he cuts, a line here, a swirl there. I am gasping, whimpering and moaning. Humping at air and giggling. Arousal is flooding over and around me. My scent is driving me nearly insane with primal lust.
I ask for a break about a third of the way through and he obliges. I am offered water and decline. Preferring to lay there, squirming in delight and squeezing my legs tight. Oh how I long to suck at the cuts he has made. My sex is swollen and soaked with my juices. I feel myself near orgasm and ask him to continue.
His next cut has me cumming and laughing. I can't speak anymore. I am murmuring and floating. I know there are people around me, I have no idea what is going on anymore. My eyelids are fluttering and eyes are rolling. My hips move of their own accord and I am loathe to hold still. My nipples are erect and I am gripping a hand tightly.
Pain is my lover and I embrace Her wholeheartedly. Her sweet voice is causing me to writhe slightly under the cutters hands. Sweet tendrils of agony as he carves my skin into the design I created. Bright red blood is dripping down my shoulder, smearing into the white hot swirls of pain. My Goddess is with me.
He comments that he only has a few more lines causing me to beg... "Go slow, please."
I hear laughter around me, and I am reminded there are people watching. His last cuts are much slower, languid even, I am orgasming in the blissful, bright, sting of the last swirl.
Now he is spraying alcohol into the lacerations and blotting with a paper towel. I am moaning and giggling at the bittersweet tingling of salt in a wound. I am near orgasm again and as he seizes the paper towel and begins rubbing vigorously, scrubbing at the fresh cuts I cum a third time.
There is blood everywhere and they are taking photos. He holds up a paper towel with a near perfect smear of my blood in a beautiful mural. Delight as he suggests I frame it and I immediately agree! He sets it aside and tells me it is time for a few touch ups.
I shudder and take a deep breath. His blade descends in his final strokes. Red wings beat in time with my fluttering heart..
It is over.
I lay there, drifting, mindless.. momentarily stunned.
A mirror is held up so I can see the art he has painstakingly carved into my chest. I smile, ecstasy is making the world very golden, with bright red blood splatters.
This is a photo of my shoulder this morning.
It bled all through the night, all over my sheets and pillowcase. Good thing I know how to get bloodstains out.
I will be framing the paper towel and putting it near the front door of my house. It is a nice compliment to the BDSM KINK flag that I have not so discreetly placed there.
I want more now.
Craving blood.. yum..
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Slave
He is devoted to my pleasure.
I lay in the cool sheets of my bed, it is summer and a warm night is upon us. The breeze from my window is blowing the soft sheer drapes back in low billows.
He lays on the nest he is permitted at the foot of my bed. His collar is likely hot around around his throat and I must remember to remind him to take care so he does not chaffe. I can hear him moving around restless.
It is to hot to sleep.
I hear him crawling across the floor, stopping near the middle. I feel his hand slidding over the sheets to touch my torso. I mumble sleepily, nearly cranky in the heat. His hand quests lower and finds my moist sex, damp in sweat but also in minor arousal.
His fingers slide in my slippery slit and I hear him whimper, softly. "Please, my Goddess, allow me to give you pleasure."
I groan and feign annoyance at his intrusion on my attempts to sleep.
He kneels beside my bed and his hand is withdrawn, I hear him sucking my juice off his fingers.
"Naughty slut."
He chuckles softly and waits, trying to be patient, this is a struggle for him.
"Use only your mouth, slave, if you are lucky I will flood you."
He is eager and he has crawled across the bed to kneel between my parted thighs. His lips kissing slowly along my shin to my knee and then along the inside of my thigh.
He is intensely gentle, small lick and the softest of kisses, my slave knows I appreciate a soft mouth. He is licking along the inside of my over knee, easing my thighs further apart.
His kisses are now on my belly and then tracing along my hip. I sigh in appreciation of his patience of taking his time in my arousal.
His mouth is on my hairless mound, he works hard everyday in taking care that not a single hair grows there. He is dilligent and his effort pays off in baring my silky smooth lips that are now swelling and turning pink under the soft but insistent caress of his lips and tongue.
My juices coat his tongue as he licks inside my tender folds. Swelling clit is his ultimate target but first he must lick around and taste every inch of my sex. Only then is he allowed to tease the pearl of my pleasure.
He is well trained and my arousal is complete, intense waves are rolling and washing pleasure through me from head to toe. I am petting my erect nipples softly when he at last circles my clit and then descends on it flicking lightly with the tip of his pointy tongue.
I moan and sigh, my climax is nearing, his mouth captures my clit and he sucks on the engorged tip, suckling it and rubbing his tongue over it. I am pinching my nipples now and humping slightly at his face.
He is whimpering and I hear his plea to taste my cum.
I cry out as I cum and his mouth stays put, he is not allowed to lap up my cum until I am finished, I decide it is a good night for multiples and he takes the cue from my fingers tangling in his hair and holding his mouth steady on my clit.
His tongue is dancing now and my orgasms start blurring together. I gasp in pleasure and release his hand abruptly.
"Clean up your mess boy"
He cleans up my pussy with a hungry tongue. I orgasm once more as he laps at me.
Sighing and sated I curl up on my side and move my sex away from him.
"Thank you Goddess." He comes and gives me a kiss and I observe his erect member.
Once it cools off I will fuck him, and maybe allow him to cum.
I close my eyes to sleep and hear him move back to his sleeping position.
I lay in the cool sheets of my bed, it is summer and a warm night is upon us. The breeze from my window is blowing the soft sheer drapes back in low billows.
He lays on the nest he is permitted at the foot of my bed. His collar is likely hot around around his throat and I must remember to remind him to take care so he does not chaffe. I can hear him moving around restless.
It is to hot to sleep.
I hear him crawling across the floor, stopping near the middle. I feel his hand slidding over the sheets to touch my torso. I mumble sleepily, nearly cranky in the heat. His hand quests lower and finds my moist sex, damp in sweat but also in minor arousal.
His fingers slide in my slippery slit and I hear him whimper, softly. "Please, my Goddess, allow me to give you pleasure."
I groan and feign annoyance at his intrusion on my attempts to sleep.
He kneels beside my bed and his hand is withdrawn, I hear him sucking my juice off his fingers.
"Naughty slut."
He chuckles softly and waits, trying to be patient, this is a struggle for him.
"Use only your mouth, slave, if you are lucky I will flood you."
He is eager and he has crawled across the bed to kneel between my parted thighs. His lips kissing slowly along my shin to my knee and then along the inside of my thigh.
He is intensely gentle, small lick and the softest of kisses, my slave knows I appreciate a soft mouth. He is licking along the inside of my over knee, easing my thighs further apart.
His kisses are now on my belly and then tracing along my hip. I sigh in appreciation of his patience of taking his time in my arousal.
His mouth is on my hairless mound, he works hard everyday in taking care that not a single hair grows there. He is dilligent and his effort pays off in baring my silky smooth lips that are now swelling and turning pink under the soft but insistent caress of his lips and tongue.
My juices coat his tongue as he licks inside my tender folds. Swelling clit is his ultimate target but first he must lick around and taste every inch of my sex. Only then is he allowed to tease the pearl of my pleasure.
He is well trained and my arousal is complete, intense waves are rolling and washing pleasure through me from head to toe. I am petting my erect nipples softly when he at last circles my clit and then descends on it flicking lightly with the tip of his pointy tongue.
I moan and sigh, my climax is nearing, his mouth captures my clit and he sucks on the engorged tip, suckling it and rubbing his tongue over it. I am pinching my nipples now and humping slightly at his face.
He is whimpering and I hear his plea to taste my cum.
I cry out as I cum and his mouth stays put, he is not allowed to lap up my cum until I am finished, I decide it is a good night for multiples and he takes the cue from my fingers tangling in his hair and holding his mouth steady on my clit.
His tongue is dancing now and my orgasms start blurring together. I gasp in pleasure and release his hand abruptly.
"Clean up your mess boy"
He cleans up my pussy with a hungry tongue. I orgasm once more as he laps at me.
Sighing and sated I curl up on my side and move my sex away from him.
"Thank you Goddess." He comes and gives me a kiss and I observe his erect member.
Once it cools off I will fuck him, and maybe allow him to cum.
I close my eyes to sleep and hear him move back to his sleeping position.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Merry Go Round
I had a dream last night that I was flying.
My hands were bound out to the sides, and my legs were bound far apart. There is a small binding of rope around my waist that is attached the the frame on either side.
I was tied to a large square that had no middle. The one side had been attached to a round metal pole by several circular clasps.
I felt a push and started slowly circling around the pole. I try to look at my captors but I am already spinning to quickly and the faces are blurring.
I hear the crop hit me before I feel it. Gasping as I twirl around the pole completely helpless.
The crop keeps randomly finding targets, striking nipples, bum, back and mound. I am squealing and laughing, but am so off balance I can not struggle.
They spin me a little faster, again I feel the crop but now there is more. A tawse is smacking hard into my ass cheeks and I am reduced to whimpering and begging. I hear laughter from the people encircling me.
Now it gets harder as a strap has joined the crop and tawse, the strikes are coming faster as they have spread out around me. I am starting to scream every time I know I am getting near that cursed strap. The person wielding it recognizes it and starts circling with me giving me hard swats on my ass the entire time I am circling. The only pauses are when the crop or tawse strike.
I am gasping and pulling hard against my bonds, when the quirt joins in. I groan and my mind swirls away in the dizzy bliss of being spun and the joy of the strikes that come from the quirt.
My breasts are swollen and heavy, engorged in the passion of pain.
The strap has moved to the front and is slapping against my mound randomly. I am laughing wildly as I spin around feeling the quirt striking my ass.
At once I am stopped dead. A blindfold is tied around my eyes and darkness descends. Then they begin spinning me the other way. I am rotating backwards now and each strike to my ass is harder.
Sharp gasp as I feel something sting across my side. And again! Down the middle of my tummy a sharp cut sensation. Then along the underside of my arm. I am screaming and babbling and begging them not to cut me to shreds. The cuts are random against my thighs.
Stinging blows of sharp points against my ass. I am crying behind my blindfold and begging them to let me go. The torment continues and I feel cold hard steel against my swollen mound. My labia are parted and cold steel touches my clit.
I scream as I orgasm and feel my wet juices soaking my thighs, hearing low chuckles around me.
And then I am spinning, I can hear only the sound of the pivoting and feel a cool breeze against my skin.
Warm hands are caressing me, the twirling has stopped and I am being unbound. Weakened and helpless I am held and carried to a bed where I am laid down and the warm hands continue the gentle stroking.
Their hands are untying the blindfold..
I awaken.
My hands were bound out to the sides, and my legs were bound far apart. There is a small binding of rope around my waist that is attached the the frame on either side.
I was tied to a large square that had no middle. The one side had been attached to a round metal pole by several circular clasps.
I felt a push and started slowly circling around the pole. I try to look at my captors but I am already spinning to quickly and the faces are blurring.
I hear the crop hit me before I feel it. Gasping as I twirl around the pole completely helpless.
The crop keeps randomly finding targets, striking nipples, bum, back and mound. I am squealing and laughing, but am so off balance I can not struggle.
They spin me a little faster, again I feel the crop but now there is more. A tawse is smacking hard into my ass cheeks and I am reduced to whimpering and begging. I hear laughter from the people encircling me.
Now it gets harder as a strap has joined the crop and tawse, the strikes are coming faster as they have spread out around me. I am starting to scream every time I know I am getting near that cursed strap. The person wielding it recognizes it and starts circling with me giving me hard swats on my ass the entire time I am circling. The only pauses are when the crop or tawse strike.
I am gasping and pulling hard against my bonds, when the quirt joins in. I groan and my mind swirls away in the dizzy bliss of being spun and the joy of the strikes that come from the quirt.
My breasts are swollen and heavy, engorged in the passion of pain.
The strap has moved to the front and is slapping against my mound randomly. I am laughing wildly as I spin around feeling the quirt striking my ass.
At once I am stopped dead. A blindfold is tied around my eyes and darkness descends. Then they begin spinning me the other way. I am rotating backwards now and each strike to my ass is harder.
Sharp gasp as I feel something sting across my side. And again! Down the middle of my tummy a sharp cut sensation. Then along the underside of my arm. I am screaming and babbling and begging them not to cut me to shreds. The cuts are random against my thighs.
Stinging blows of sharp points against my ass. I am crying behind my blindfold and begging them to let me go. The torment continues and I feel cold hard steel against my swollen mound. My labia are parted and cold steel touches my clit.
I scream as I orgasm and feel my wet juices soaking my thighs, hearing low chuckles around me.
And then I am spinning, I can hear only the sound of the pivoting and feel a cool breeze against my skin.
Warm hands are caressing me, the twirling has stopped and I am being unbound. Weakened and helpless I am held and carried to a bed where I am laid down and the warm hands continue the gentle stroking.
Their hands are untying the blindfold..
I awaken.
Monday, November 23, 2009
The Bat
On Saturday I scened with a long time Dom friend at a public party. I haven't been in that space for quite some time as I have been busy with other endeavors.
Before I go to far let me state very clearly that none of our negotiation involved my genitals or anyone elses, and not once was my vulva touched. You will see my reason for clarifying this later.
I asked him to hurt me. I asked him to take me higher than I had ever been. I asked him to make me beg. I asked him to mark me.
I received everything I asked for.
Two and a half hours of him beating on me with flogger, canes, crops, quirts, a wartenburg wheel, vampire gloves and a bat.
Yes a bat.
A nerf foam covered bat. He declared after that he was striking me as hard as he could with everything he gave to me. I can still hear the "WHUMP WHUMP" of the bat hitting my ass.
He hit me so hard I was being moved from side to side.
He had a vampire glove on the entire time and kept stroking my beaten flesh with it. Adding tiny scratches and pokes with his carresses and squeezes.
Delicious.
We had company at the end of the scene. A lovely Domme who joined us and used flogger, and hands to beat me even higher into the rafters.
Blissed out on the joy that is endorphines she began attacking me with chopsticks.
Yes I did say chopsticks.
Oh my dear god I will fear chopsticks for the remainder of my life.
The scene ended with Mistress Evil Evil Evil Evil (my new name for her) flogging my back while the Dom flogged my tits with a horsehair flogger. My brain went on overload within five minutes and I begged for it to end.
I am a pain slut, and achieved orgasm three times while playing. It was incredible and the third was startling in the intensity of it. Each orgasm brought me to the brink of tears.
Ah such wonderful friends I have.
Before I go to far let me state very clearly that none of our negotiation involved my genitals or anyone elses, and not once was my vulva touched. You will see my reason for clarifying this later.
I asked him to hurt me. I asked him to take me higher than I had ever been. I asked him to make me beg. I asked him to mark me.
I received everything I asked for.
Two and a half hours of him beating on me with flogger, canes, crops, quirts, a wartenburg wheel, vampire gloves and a bat.
Yes a bat.
A nerf foam covered bat. He declared after that he was striking me as hard as he could with everything he gave to me. I can still hear the "WHUMP WHUMP" of the bat hitting my ass.
He hit me so hard I was being moved from side to side.
He had a vampire glove on the entire time and kept stroking my beaten flesh with it. Adding tiny scratches and pokes with his carresses and squeezes.
Delicious.
We had company at the end of the scene. A lovely Domme who joined us and used flogger, and hands to beat me even higher into the rafters.
Blissed out on the joy that is endorphines she began attacking me with chopsticks.
Yes I did say chopsticks.
Oh my dear god I will fear chopsticks for the remainder of my life.
The scene ended with Mistress Evil Evil Evil Evil (my new name for her) flogging my back while the Dom flogged my tits with a horsehair flogger. My brain went on overload within five minutes and I begged for it to end.
I am a pain slut, and achieved orgasm three times while playing. It was incredible and the third was startling in the intensity of it. Each orgasm brought me to the brink of tears.
Ah such wonderful friends I have.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Denial
Oh how sweet that word. I love to be denied pleasure.. for some reason it makes getting it finally so much more intense.
I have not had an orgasm in 2 weeks. When recently asked the longest I have ever gone my response was 6 months.
I had just split from my first dominant and I was trained to cum only when he desired it. I had "forgotten" how to cum on my own. That and when I had forced him from my home, and removed the bonds between us I had crumpled to the floor and experienced for the first time a love loss. I "keened" it was an intensely painful experience, and I spent nearly a year regaining my sense of self.
Orgasms was something I needed to reclaim and it wasn't until I was speaking with a Dominant friend who then asked me how long since I had orgasmed (as I was eating mass quantities of chocolate) that I realized my last orgasm had been at J's command. He immediately told me to go cum 3 times, which I did and I felt much better afterward. It took me about another 6 months to regulate my masturbation so that I was cumming with any regularity.
I have had another Dominant since then and a Master and a Mistress, and a few lovers... Master had the biggest effect of all of them on my self love. None of them practiced denial so I never had to go through such a strange bondage through orgasm again.
I am currently being denied. It is making me lusty. I am on edge and antsy and I want to fuck so badly I think I will die. I expect that my first orgasm will be a flood and I best bring some waterproof sheets and plenty of towels. Denial causes a river in me LOL.
The begging has commenced and I am ready to cum at a moments notice.
I have not had an orgasm in 2 weeks. When recently asked the longest I have ever gone my response was 6 months.
I had just split from my first dominant and I was trained to cum only when he desired it. I had "forgotten" how to cum on my own. That and when I had forced him from my home, and removed the bonds between us I had crumpled to the floor and experienced for the first time a love loss. I "keened" it was an intensely painful experience, and I spent nearly a year regaining my sense of self.
Orgasms was something I needed to reclaim and it wasn't until I was speaking with a Dominant friend who then asked me how long since I had orgasmed (as I was eating mass quantities of chocolate) that I realized my last orgasm had been at J's command. He immediately told me to go cum 3 times, which I did and I felt much better afterward. It took me about another 6 months to regulate my masturbation so that I was cumming with any regularity.
I have had another Dominant since then and a Master and a Mistress, and a few lovers... Master had the biggest effect of all of them on my self love. None of them practiced denial so I never had to go through such a strange bondage through orgasm again.
I am currently being denied. It is making me lusty. I am on edge and antsy and I want to fuck so badly I think I will die. I expect that my first orgasm will be a flood and I best bring some waterproof sheets and plenty of towels. Denial causes a river in me LOL.
The begging has commenced and I am ready to cum at a moments notice.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
The Waiting Game
Denial is such a lovely word.
I cum at the drop of a hat. Pretty much if you look at me the right way I am cumming. I have had interesting orgasms at interesting times. To say I am multi-orgasmic is an understatement.. unfortunately this also makes me insatiable. I actually went to my doctor once and begged him to help me turn my cum switch off. When I explained HOW orgasmic I was he didn't really believe me. I wasn't about to show him so I let it drop. Pap smears became unbelievably embarrassing. Especially considering it only served to remind me of my first Dom, he loved playing doctor.
So.. why is this relevant.. oh yes! The waiting game. MMMM one of my favorite things is to be made to wait. Waiting to cum is nearly excrutiating for me. It is delightful, and serves to satisfy a deeper hunger. It satisfies a need to surrender control. And allows me to have the believe someone else can control something that is simply beyond my own control.
In short, it's hot.
Pin me underneath you and deny me orgasm, fuck me and feel my pussy clenching around you. I can feel my g-spot swelling inside me. Filling with fluid, and building until it is nearly painful. I will beg you and you will tell me no and even stop fucking me as I teeter right on the edge. Feel me squirm under you, hips pumping, struggling to slide against you. Slide out so only the head of your dick is inside me, I will reach down and grab your cock and try to pull you to me. I am greedy and have no control of my desire. I want you NOW, and I want to cum.
Slide inside me again, push my hand away so I can't rub my clit. It is swollen too and throbbing. I can feel it rubbing against you, fuck me PLEASE. I want to squirt my girl juice on you. I want the ecstasy of orgasm to roll over me.
No, not yet, Your hands are pinning me flat, I was so eager to fuck you that my bra and panties are still on. I crave your teeth on my nipples. I want you to bite me.. anywhere, the pain is another release, and this is given to me. Cruel nips on my neck and shoulders, my breast. I am writhing and begging "oh please! please! I NEED to cum" Your growl in my ear as you fuck me hard now, I struggle to hold myself back now, trembling with the intensity of my need.
Begging and whimpering, "yes cum" two or three more stroke of your dick and I am squirting, my body shaking uncontrollably. Spasms ripping through me and I arch my back and hump mindlessly. I am a wild creature bent on release, on satisfying my desire. Sparkles touching nerve endings as my orgasm sets off waves of pleasure. I don't know how many times I squirt but you are still fucking me and I am lost inside the echos of ecstasy.
Do it again please, is my new plea.. I want more.. control me.. punish me.. use me.. twist my desire to your needs.
Yummy!
I cum at the drop of a hat. Pretty much if you look at me the right way I am cumming. I have had interesting orgasms at interesting times. To say I am multi-orgasmic is an understatement.. unfortunately this also makes me insatiable. I actually went to my doctor once and begged him to help me turn my cum switch off. When I explained HOW orgasmic I was he didn't really believe me. I wasn't about to show him so I let it drop. Pap smears became unbelievably embarrassing. Especially considering it only served to remind me of my first Dom, he loved playing doctor.
So.. why is this relevant.. oh yes! The waiting game. MMMM one of my favorite things is to be made to wait. Waiting to cum is nearly excrutiating for me. It is delightful, and serves to satisfy a deeper hunger. It satisfies a need to surrender control. And allows me to have the believe someone else can control something that is simply beyond my own control.
In short, it's hot.
Pin me underneath you and deny me orgasm, fuck me and feel my pussy clenching around you. I can feel my g-spot swelling inside me. Filling with fluid, and building until it is nearly painful. I will beg you and you will tell me no and even stop fucking me as I teeter right on the edge. Feel me squirm under you, hips pumping, struggling to slide against you. Slide out so only the head of your dick is inside me, I will reach down and grab your cock and try to pull you to me. I am greedy and have no control of my desire. I want you NOW, and I want to cum.
Slide inside me again, push my hand away so I can't rub my clit. It is swollen too and throbbing. I can feel it rubbing against you, fuck me PLEASE. I want to squirt my girl juice on you. I want the ecstasy of orgasm to roll over me.
No, not yet, Your hands are pinning me flat, I was so eager to fuck you that my bra and panties are still on. I crave your teeth on my nipples. I want you to bite me.. anywhere, the pain is another release, and this is given to me. Cruel nips on my neck and shoulders, my breast. I am writhing and begging "oh please! please! I NEED to cum" Your growl in my ear as you fuck me hard now, I struggle to hold myself back now, trembling with the intensity of my need.
Begging and whimpering, "yes cum" two or three more stroke of your dick and I am squirting, my body shaking uncontrollably. Spasms ripping through me and I arch my back and hump mindlessly. I am a wild creature bent on release, on satisfying my desire. Sparkles touching nerve endings as my orgasm sets off waves of pleasure. I don't know how many times I squirt but you are still fucking me and I am lost inside the echos of ecstasy.
Do it again please, is my new plea.. I want more.. control me.. punish me.. use me.. twist my desire to your needs.
Yummy!
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