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Ever since Becca’s father died, she’d been staying with her sadistic uncle. From day one, he’s kept her in that demonic chastity belt, teasing her again and again every day until she screamed and cried and begged - Then he locked her up, only to start on her again once she’d cooled down.
It only took a week to convince her to sign her inheritance to him. Since then, she’s been kept in his basement - His little tease toy. Burning in her own infernal hell of desire, frustration and denial, she humps away at her belt, vainly hoping for a release that would never come…
She’s trying hard to thrust her pussy out to reach the vibrator but it just keeps getting farther and farther away. It’s a real shame, too, as she needs to cum very, very badly.
"I think that’s enough for today, pet."
You need to buy yourself a dildo so you can fill a dick pumping inside you anytime you feel the urge.
I’ve been put on notice: my next bout of long-term orgasm denial is coming soon, some time between now and Friday of the coming week. It will be record breaking (for me) but I don’t know how many days yet. At least 7. I don’t yet know when or what the rules will be, but the threat of it has made me dripping wet. Good thing I’m not in denial… yet.
Man, orgasm denial fetishes are complicated.
Yum! (btw, she had posted this on 16-Jun-2014 and I queued it shortly thereafter, so if this is the first time reading this, you could probably check out her tumblr to find out how it went.)
Edging will solve all your problems. It’s the simplest and easiest way to relax and quiet your mind of all the stressful and obstructive thoughts that you have. When you have a bad day, just edge all the worries away and lose yourself in a place with no thoughts, nor concerns, just the feeling of your molten and oozing hole sucking out every thought from your head and drooling them out onto your thighs. That what you’re doing - you’re helping your body expel all the things that make you less useful, less productive, less of a whore.
That’s why you play with that hole in the first place. The fact that it’s pleasurable is beside the point. If it was for your pleasure then you’d be busy cumming all over the place. No, it’s for several reasons - it makes your hole drip cum on a constant basis, lubricating it for easy and swift use at any time. If someone wants to just roll you over and shove cock in you in the middle of the night then you should be ready and drooling cum. It also makes your hole super sensitive and ready to cum at any moment that you’re used. This isn’t for your benefit of course - it’s to ensure that you’re as tight as possible on any cock that goes inside you - because a cumming hole is always a tighter, better fuck.
But most of all it’s to get rid of everything that stops you from being the best little cum dump you can be - all the thoughts about career, or school or morals - edged away in a tide of lust and drooling cunt. Drown them in the constant need to be used and to be useful. Reduce yourself to a thinking hole - and all it thinks about is cock, cock, cum and cock. Empty your mind so your cunt can take over and you’ll be the best fucking slut you can be - no thinking, just fucking. That’s why you edge - to make you simple again. Fun, needy, cum-stuffed meat that squeals and whimpers and begs for one more violation of it’s holes… And it will never, EVER be enough.
“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin
There’s fantasy, and then there’s reality. I had a moment a few days ago when I was upset with myself for having been incredibly hot for S (a dom online that I enjoy playing with a lot) and not being nearly so needy for Amo, my husband and owner. I love him for understanding, sometimes better than I do, what it is I need. He knew that the fantasy with online friends and doms was going to surpass most things he did with me, and didn’t mind. He enjoys what it does to my mind and body. He explained that he isn’t trying to “keep up” with anyone else.
Yesterday, I fell down, emotionally. I suppose it was due… how long can you be in that hazy, over-exposed, horny state before your emotions run amok? About five days, I found out… for me, at least. It wasn’t horrid, although I felt bad and am still working my way through some of the after-effects of the tears. Amo talked with me for a long time, let me get out my petty jealousies, my anger and frustration, and then told me how much he loved me.
I’m lucky. I’m lucky to be with this man who lets me explore my kinks and my interests. I’m lucky to have friends in and out of scene who are willing to listen and embrace my differences and my oddities.
I can’t remain a bud. If I want to continue in my denial, if I want to have Amo still hold my orgasms for me, then I have to be willing to flower. That means taking the “not so fun” parts along with the panting and moaning parts. I have to embrace the whole of it, not just the bits I like most. And I do want this, and I will take it all in, because I am a strong, powerful woman with delusions of hot denial. ;)
*rosebud image by S.Garton, morgueFile.com
there’s NEVER a bad time to post king missile’s DETACHABLE PENIS
Ohh… this takes me back.
It also reminds me that this song was responsible for a freaky fantasy of mine. Can you imagine the tease and denial ramifications if you could feel everything that happened to your detachable penis? Someone could use it as a dildo and you’d feel it. If she was evil she could string up a feather duster so it makes light contact, turn on an oscillating fan, and wait for your frantic telephone call.
Or, I suppose, she could use it as a strap-on whenever she thought it was time for you to go fuck yourself. :-P
Haha. I had a fantasy like this for a long time! Except mine was Harry Potter inspired. That Severus Snape (no judging people, he was a loyal, true, but Sadistic man and I NEVER lost faith in him!) would enchant a vagina look alike.
Except in my fantasy, it was also used to monitor the state of the pussy. Was the clit not big and red and aroused enough? We can’t have that. She deserves to truly suffer.
I’m a little jealous of the cock idea. How amazing would it feel to *fuck yourself*?
Ooooooo! It could be institutionalized. A simulacrum of every woman in the school, on display and vulnerable, maybe with magic feather dusters working day and night… ya know… for the girls’ comfort, since dust would be an irritation. ;-)
Question with 2 notes
Anonymous said: Do you think you could write stuff about gooning? I thought you mentioned liking it and I love your style of writing and I would just really appreciate it :)
I hope so. I’ve queued a few things, and I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit lately after an incredible hypno-gooning experience I hope to post about soon. :-)
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