#female orgasm denial
How’s your induction going?
I know it’s a little unorthodox, but with the type of material we edit and publish, it’s very important that none of our beta readers are able to orgasm without the CEO’s permission. It’s the most wonderful incentive scheme, and it keeps us very motivated to do the best job we can.
Tomorrow you’ll be tested to see how deep the programming has gone. If you manage to last the day without cumming, you’ll be able to start your proper job, otherwise it’s another week’s training. But I don’t think you’d mind either way, would you?
She watched them all enjoying themselves. The party she’d organised. Using the toys she’d provided. The moans, the groans, the cries of desperation filling the room.
How she envied them. Not that they knew, not that she could tell them. They thought that she, as the Alpha, as the ‘Red Glove’, could cum whenever she wanted, a privilege that came with the position.
But it was just the opposite. Red for stop. Red for no touch. Only his fingers could pleasure her, and he was so brutally scarce with it.
Worst were the nights he made her pretend, humping her needy cunt in the air for his amusement while she faked orgasm after orgasm for the girls in the other rooms to hear.
She’d known what it meant to wear the gloves. She regretted it every day.
It was perfect.
Day 7 of 93. Slave cunt is battling her urges
I was sent to sleep last night after being edged over and over, but without an orgasm.
Whoever gave L the idea to pulse the vibe, driving the intensity up and all the way down and then up and down again in rapid succession… how dare you?
I’ve never felt so teased and tortured simply from a vibrator. My orgasms were slowly coaxed from my body and then I was left unwound, drooling, and screaming when I was unable to let them crash into me.
I am going to be a needy and desperate mess today. Just an absolute fucking mess.
Fantasy Orgasm #7
Bondage heavy: arms back, wrists tied, legs ties, maybe hogtied, hair tied to pull my head back. Essentially I want to be completely incapable of moving even an inch. I want to have to take any pain or pleasure given to me. Vibrator to tease me for a while; then just a single wet finger moving slowly over my clit until every bit of my focus is on that tiny little spot between my legs. Knowing that he could send me over if he would just do two or more swift brushes of his finger, but he sticks to one at a time, slowly, with just enough space between them to keep me on edge. And I have to take it, because even if my frustrations made me want to squirm away or get closer, I can’t move at all…
Maybe Tomorrow
Today I walked into our bedroom to see a kitchen chair in the middle of the room, rope on the bed, and a number of toys laid out beside it.
I was already naked, having just gotten out of the shower. Rb braided my hair, and instructed me to get on the bed. Excited, I laid down, and he covered my body with his, kissing me deeply and running his hands over my body.
“I’m going to tease you,” he said clearly. “I’m going to make you to really want it, and then, maybe, you’ll get to cum… Tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow!” I all but shouted. “Why not today?”
“Because,” he said in a matter of fact tone, “it’s a three day weekend.” And that was that. That was reason enough for him. Draw it out over three days, drive me wild with need, and then finally, hopefully, let me orgasm. I’m not going to lie, although I was disappointed, I was already extremely turned on, and seeing him take control of my orgasms, even to tell me no, was very arousing.
He pulled my long braid to tilt my head to the side and began attacking my ticklish neck with his mouth. I was too squirmy and giggly, bordering on thrashing, so he plunged two fingering inside me to still me. He’s learned that I can take tickling better if I’m being pleasured, as the two sensations play off each other. Soon I was panting, the laughter dissipating as I focuses on the pleasure of his fingers curling up inside me. He moved downward to suck and lick one nipple, then the other, as my back arched for more. He silently obliged and moved further still down my stomach until he was licking me and pumping his fingers rhythmically.
The whole time I kept thinking “don’t cum, don’t cum”… Which is a lovely mindset in which to be in, because I feel very submissive and unselfish when I’m holding back orgasms for him. It would be selfish to just cum, to give no warning, and just steal his orgasm away from him.
Once he had edged me twice, he got up and helped me up to my feet, and then down to my knees. He undressed, and as his cock popped out of his pants, I immediately had my mouth around it. He placed his hand on the back of my head and pressed into me even as he sat back down onto the bed. Leaning back to enjoy the show for a while, he watched as I enjoyed licking and sucking, taking my time at what is arguably my favorite thing do. But he knows me, and he know what I need. Sitting up straight, he used his body and arms to press my head down onto his cock, keeping me in place unable to back up, only able to go deeper or hold steady. I usually try to hold it, because if I go down further then there’s no way I’m gaining back the space that I lost. I try to stay in a place between still being able to breathe and gagging. But it drives me wild, and every pulse of his cock, every slight growth into my throat is a lightning bolt to my pussy. He grabbed my hand and moved it to my clit, and I know I’m to edge myself again. Sometimes his hand would wrap around my neck and he would either fuck my unmoving mouth or move my head up and down on him. I kept rubbing my soaking wet clit, trying to make it last, but when he pinched my nipple hard I almost came and so pulled my hand away quickly. That was his cue to pull his cock out of my mouth and get me to my feet. Then I was blindfolded.
Enter the chair. We’ve done this before, so I knew what was coming. And I’m not going to lie, I was a little anxious.
First he had me straddle the seat, backwards, and hover, as he slipped a small dildo into me. He instructed me to sit on it, and press it down so it suctions to the seat. Silently, he bound my wrists behind me, and I felt a thick collar wrap around my neck. He clicked a leash to it, and then tied it to the chair back so I couldn’t pull away any further than he wanted the leash to allow. I realized as he began tying my feet to the front legs of the chair, that sitting me backwards is genius. The back of the chair is essentially a built in spreader bar, keeping my thighs apart. But the real genius came when Rb rope tied my braid to something behind me. So I couldn’t lean forward, I couldn’t lean back. I couldn’t close my legs or move my feet. I couldn’t raise up off the dildo, and I couldn’t move my hips around because I was impaled. I was trapped.
“Time to make you work,” he said into my ear, and forced a ball gag into my mouth. He stepped away, and a moment later there was a steady vibration against my clit. I jolted at the sudden unexpected sensation, worried about how sensitive I was already. How was I going to make it through this without having an orgasm? And with the gag in my mouth, how could I get him to stop if necessary? And does he know that with the dildo inside me, the chance is high of an orgasm carrying over even after all stimulation ceases? But the vibrator didn’t stop, in fact he increased the power and changed the vibration mode to a bzz-bzzzz-BUZZZZZZZZZZ pattern. And then he teased me, moving it up and down, pushing it against me and pulling away. Finding the exact spots that elicited the responses he wanted. Pressing against me hard for a low throaty moan, or holding it back and barely touching my clit for high pitched whines. And when I did my best to back off, pulling away so hard that the leash was rigidly taunt, he would grip the leash and pull me forward against the vibrator. This would tug on my hair, and the combination of hair pulling, a vibe on my clit, and his physical strength pulling at me made me lose myself. My head was floaty and suddenly I could take the vibrations, when just moments ago I thought I’d fall over the edge any second. I was aware that I was now much louder too, realizing that I had opened my mouth around the gag. Rb reached up and, with his fingertips, wiped the drool from my bottom lip and used it to circle my sensitive nipples.
This went on, and on, and on. I could feel his excitement at seeing me drooling, watching my body struggle. After what felt like way too many edges for one girl, he stopped and untied me. My wrists remained bound, the blindfold and gag remained, and the rope stayed in my hair. With wobbly, woozy legs, he helped me onto the bed where two pillows were ready to prop up my hips. I was breathing hard still, pressing my cheek to the bed, my ass up in the air. I knew what was left to do, I knew why I was positioned like that, and I knew my purpose. In an instant I was being pressed into the bed under his weight. As he fucked me, he wrapped the rope and my braid around one hand, the other hand gripped my throat. It was one of those fuckings where you hold on for the ride and just let it happen. This was his time, his pleasure, so the only thing I could think to do was keep my inner muscles clenched so it could feel good and tight for him. He came hard and violently, his body hot against my back as he began to relax and loosen his grip. He kissed my cheek and neck, slapped my ass, and untied me completely.
After I caught my breath and could see in the bright room again, I looked at him with wide eyes. “Now… My turn?” Knowing he wouldn’t let me but thinking there was a slim chance he’d give in. At the very least it would make him laugh.
“No. You’re already getting your orgasm early. We could go back to June 3rd,” he warned.
My expression softened, knowing he was right, and I smiled sweetly up at him. “Thank you,” I kissed him and curled up into his neck for a bit of aftercare cuddles.
The last one got me thinking of a fantasy given to me by a friend.
Completely and utterly filled up/covered with stuff. Ear plugs, blindfold, gagged or tape over my mouth, collar around the neck, hood, nipple clamps… a dildo in my ass, and my pump plug in my pussy (pumped up), and my twisty vacuum pump pulling my clit up into that tube. Bonus points for any bondage. And just leave me to squirm until I can cum (which I won’t be able to), or until he gets bored and decides to fiddle with any part of this scenario until he can elicit the orgasm out of me. It might take multiple tries playing with different parts of my body, but I’d definitely cum in the end.
“You’re not going to cum today”
After a full day of anticipation, and being so damn horny knowing that it is coming this weekend….
After little hints that there would definitely be sex:
“Are you going to take a shower?”
“Make sure there aren’t any clothes on the bed.”
After obvious statements that there would be sex:
“There are plenty of things we can do today (makes fucking hand gestures)”
“I think I’m too hungry for sex now. I’m going to go to make dinner.”
After a command to edge once, even though I gently reminded him that if I was too edged and horny, I might spill over too fast.
He drops the bomb.
“Oh,you’re not going to cum today.”
He really wants to see me on all fours, with his cock in my mouth and a dildo in my pussy (suctioned to the wall/mirror). Or the other way around. His pleasure is my pleasure, so I’d love to make this one a reality.
But to take it one step further… I think I’d want our we-vibe sync in my pussy/against my clit, and the dildo/cock in my ass. Just to be air-tight.
