Aroused By My Own Voice

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Denied

This morning Sir didn’t let me have release after my edges… Still feeling horny and dont think tumblr is the best place to be or is it? Denial is so frustrating yet can be so good.

1st day of a month of denial

Tonight sir has decided I will begin a month of orgasm denial. I’ve never done a month of denial before so it will be interesting to see how subby and needy I become. I’m feeling very submissive at the moment.

Donut spiral!

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Desperate for More

After my Valentines orgasm I awoke yesterday absolutely dripping wet and aching for attention. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good the orgasm had felt and the more I thought about it the more my pussy desperately wanted more. Sir smiled when he saw how wet and squirmy I was and told me he was happy his teasing method had worked so well. He told me I wasn’t allowed to touch which I whimpered and protested about but having him tell me no made me so aroused I couldn’t complain.

As seen as I couldn’t touch my own pussy I used my arousal energy and played with my gorgeous kitten and her pretty pussy. I love teasing her and hearing her whimper and beg like a good little girl. After an hour of teasing her and giving her edges she had to go get ready for work and I sent her off with a drippy pussy and wet panties. I did some work and then spent some time talking to @sodance who asked if I could help her with her edges. Sir knew what I was doing and told me I could edge with her and have as many as she had. She ended up having 4 edges and so did I. That simultaneously made me feel better and made me even needier.  

Later in the afternoon Sir was going out to work and as everyone else was out I would be home alone for the evening. He told me that whilst he was out I was allowed to touch but I was not allowed to touch my clit. I promised to be good for him and he headed out. I relaxed for a while and then decided to open some wine and have a bath. I had a nice long soak and when I got out I put my towel robe on and went and laid on my bed. I couldn’t help letting my robe slide open and touching my nipples. I spent a while stroking and pulling on my nipples which made my pussy throb and pulse so much as she begged for my fingers. Eventually I couldn’t resist any longer and used my favourite teasing technique. One finger either side of my clit rubbing up and down, being so close to her but not touching her makes her ache so badly and I love the feeling of desperation. 

I just laid there, drinking my wine, watching naughty videos and teasing myself. I was a squirmy desperate mess and so badly needed to touch my clit. I asked Sir I was allowed and begged and he said I was allowed but no edging until he got home. I gave my clit the attention she craved and trembled as she felt so good. By the time Sir got home I was so desperate to cum and I found myself begging him to let me. He leaned in close and told me to edge for him. After 15 edges and lots and lots of begging he told me I could cum for him but only after I got my countdown down to 400. He pulled out his tablet and opened my counter. He tapped a few times and showed me. The counter was at 500. He told me he had reset it to 500 and then asked me how many I had just done. I whimpered and told him 15. He took 15 off and showed me 485. He told me that in 85 edges I could have an orgasm but no more edging for today.

I spent the rest of the night squirming and enjoying the desperate throbbing from between my legs. I adore when Sir makes me work for my pleasure.

One Thing Led to Another

“Do you ever just like… think about destiny?” he asked his partner. They blinked back at him, momentarily stunned. The question was apropos of nothing in particular and seemed uncharacteristic of the man they knew. He wasn’t usually so… farcical. They absentmindedly smacked the soft surface before them.

“Destiny?” they repeated skeptically. He rolled his eyes as they lifted one eyebrow in his direction. He grabbed a handful of something, enjoying the sensation of it quivering beneath him.

“Come on, it’s not that corny, is it? I mean, think about everything that had to line up for us to end up, right here, right now, like this.” He gestured to the woman in front of them, currently naked and on all fours. His partner nodded thoughtfully, then reached down and tweaked one of her nipples, hard. She moaned a little and spasmed involuntarily.

“I guess you’re right,” they acknowledged. “I mean, if it wasn’t for that dude in the bar….” He nodded excitedly. The events leading up to their finding this new toy were fun, but the events following their return from the bar had been the real highlight. She was curious enough about the hypnosis themed decorations scattered around their apartment that it had been easy enough to convince her to go under. Once she was down, she’d given in to the pleasures so easily….

“So you do see!” He ran his fingers up the length of her dark hair and tightly gripped a handful by the base of her skull. He forced her head down onto the mattress and held it there as she gasped and whimpered.

“Don’t get carried away,” they said slowly, casually examining their fingernails. They hadn’t pierced the woman’s skin as they’d scratched down the length of her back and her thighs, but it never hurt to check. “But yeah, I see your point. I guess I just had other stuff on my mind.” They let a long moment pass with only a meaningful look between their partner and their new plaything. The woman whimpered again, face still forced onto the mattress.

“Please…” she whined, pathetic and desperate. The person at the head of the bed grabbed the woman firmly by the jaw as their partner released her hair. They pulled the woman’s face up until her huge brown eyes, watery and unfocused, were pointed toward their face.

“Shhhh, shhh, sh,” they insisted, pressing one finger against their lips. “Toys don’t speak until spoken to, remember?” She groaned softly, earning herself a firm slap on the cheek. “Say ‘thank you.’”

“Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly.

“Good girl,” the man said, sliding one hand toward the woman’s dripping cunt. “Let’s see if we can get you to do that again.…”

Last night he put orajel on my clit and I went brain dead. He kept fucking me, hard, relentless pumping that made me shudder and drool out the side of my mouth as I mewled something about “it’s not working, you took it awayyyyy” It still felt good, but in a frustrating way that kept me wet without any release. I pawed at my useless button, it felt like touching someone else’s, there was no response. I told him so, and he said it was good for me not to cum, it kept me pliant and obedient for him, isn’t that what I wanted? He finished on my face and scooped me up, I caught my breath and tried not to focus on the yearning that was still there. Good girls don’t cum.

It's Sunday...

The one day of the week where I can cum without permission. As each week goes by the more conditioned I become to Sir's control and the weirder Sunday feels.