So why the hell am I not horny anymore? Like, at all.
I’m sure it’ll be back with a vengeance tomorrow, but it feels so weird right now.
Ok, back to the regularly scheduled barrage of smut.
Perhaps you’re becoming an orgasm succubus, him cumming is enough, to satisfy you, just enough, vicariously sharing his pleasure. You may never need to cum again. You may never be able to…
So yeah, vicarious satisfaction is definitely a thing. It actually doesn’t matter where or how he cums - last night I got him off with only my mouth (edging myself the entire time), and he came on my face. I still felt happy and energized and oddly satisfied afterwards. Although it’s definitely better when he cums in me, getting his orgasm at all is satisfying.
The need is back and way worse today, as I knew it would be.
I wake up with a soft kiss on my cheek. James is next to me lying on the floor. First I see his beautiful face, then I realise we are in the cage. Together. He unties my handcuffs, removes the spreader bar, gets us in the spoon position and hugs me tight from behind. I feel his warmth, his strong arms around me. So safe, so loved, so protected. We stay like that for a long time. Not talking. Just enjoying the belonging.
Then he kisses my neck.. and whispers into my ear.
“Today I’m going to caress you… Caress you with nettles. It will burn and itch and sting .. and it will be sensational”
He loves to describe what he will do to me, exactly, before he does it. To build up the anticipation. Create the fear. My heart races already. I remember the chili oil. I wonder what nettles feel like. Is it worse? Can anything be worse? I am scared. I am excited.
“Come on. Let’s have a nice breakfast first. Then I’ll run us a bath.”
I meet him in the living room where he has already prepared a full brunch with eggs, crepes, fruits, toast, sausages and everything. He’s playing a mood elevating jazz. It’s the perfect morning.
After the breakfast he we go inside the bath tub in the master bedroom.
He sits at the back and I sit between his legs, leaning my back on his chest. It feels wonderful. I feel his hardness on my ass. I am so turned on by this. I am always so turned on by feeling his hardness touching me. I want him so badly. I close my eyes and resist the temptation to beg him to fuck me hard now and make me cum again and again. As I am sitting between his legs hypnotised by his hardness, he starts rubbing my clit. It feels a bit different under the warm water. It feels as good as ever. With what he has been doing to me for the last 5 days, I edge instantly. He doesn’t stop.
“This morning has been so tender, so nice. Maybe he will let me cum now” I think to myself.
“I am soo close.. May I cum?”
“No, of course not.”
Despite that, he keeps rubbing.
“If you cum, there will be severe consequences. I will beat you with the cane on the ass for real. And I will do it just to give you pain. It won’t be playful. It won’t be fun. It will be just to hurt you. A lot. I will be very disappointed with you. So disappointed that I will stop playing. You can do whatever you want for the rest of our vacation. If you want that, cum. What do you want?”
He keeps rubbing my deprived clit. It feels heaven and I want to cum so badly. But I am so very afraid of the cane. And more afraid of him to abandon his plan for us for the coming days. I want to experience it all. Push myself. Endure the desire. He is rubbing my clit in circles. I am so close.
“Please don’t make me cum. Please do not end this. Please stop playing with my clit.. I will cum.”
So he slows down, and stops.
“Very good.” He whispers into my ear. “Good girl.”
When his fingers abandon me I feel utter frustration. Wanting to cum more than ever and making myself to beg him not to make me cum is a mind fuck.
He gets out of the tub and dries himself. I am still in the tub, sitting in water. He points his hardness towards my mouth. It is so beautifully hard. The pink head, the veins.. such a sight. I take it into my mouth as if I take it into my cunt. I lick his hardness and suck it so eagerly, as if he is licking my pussy. I am trying to get all the satisfaction my pussy can not get, from his cock in my mouth.
He is very close, he makes me stop. I feel empty as he withdraws himself away.
“I will cum on your face, on your eyes”
This feels so dirty and humiliating. Yet strangely, hot.
He strokes himself a few times and empties his load indeed on my face and my closed eyes, with a loud groan.
“Ahh yess this feels soo gooood.”
My denial. His release. Deliciously conflicting.
When we are both dry and lying on the bed together, me with such a strong ache in my pussy, him having cum and satisfied… he tells me:
“I will caress you with the nettles at 6 o’clock. It is now 2:13. Three hours and forty seven minutes later.”
I know he is doing this to create anticipation. It is working.
Until then…
He makes me edge myself with my vibrator on the bed and watches… again and again and again..
“Two hours and fifty minutes later. I will caress you with nettles.”
He makes me watch porn. I am not allowed to touch myself, but I am required to stroke him slowly and constantly. I am to keep him hard, but not make him cum. When the videos finish.. “Two hours and 4 minutes until the nettles…”
He sets the timer for an hour and orders me to edge twenty times before the alarm goes off. I am to count after each edge. I succeed.
“1 hour left…” My heart races. Each time he tells me the time remaining to nettles.
He lies on top of the bed and makes me impale myself on his hardness and fuck him. Until he cums inside me. And I don’t.
“Only 10 minutes later” He whispers in my ear.
I am full of anticipation. Desire. Fear. Curiosity. I am dripping.
“I will tie you down so you can not escape the caresses”
So he takes me to the guest bedroom, on the new iron bondage bed. Tells me to lie on my back, ties me spread eagle to the hooks. Places a long spreader bar on my ankles to ensure my legs stay open and my pussy accessible. Places a cushion under my ass. And takes pictures.
“Before and after photos..” he says, grinning.
After taking pictures of my tied naked body, he disappears for a minute and comes back with a bouquet of nettles.
“They are fresh and cool. I’ve ordered them to the flowerist specially and kept them in the fridge since the morning” Says proudly.
Then he takes the bouquet in his hand. Brings them over my face for me too see it close. To fear them more. I think he might touch my face with them… luckily he doesn’t.
He takes them to my breasts. Then slowly touches my right nipple with the tip of the nettle bouquet. Slowly moves it in circles. Just touching the nipple. I start to feel it. The sting starts to register after a short while. It’s not white unbearable pain.. rather a tingling sting.. a strong sensation.. starts to burn as he keeps caressing. My pussy is dripping wet I can feel. He then starts the same caresses on my left nipple. It stings deliciously.
He takes pictures of my breasts. “Look. The skin started to react. Beautifully.” I look at my nipples there’s small bubbly rednesses on them. They feel quite sore.
Then he reaches out for something on the table. Of course… nipple clamps. For my sore nipples. “No you are not…” I say. Knowing yes he will. “Yes, I will” he says. And places the clamps on sore nipples. One by one. It hurts so good. The desire and ache on my pussy is so strong. I am frightened what he will do next. But I am also looking forward to it. Looking forward to the stimulation. Any sensation.. On my core.
He doesn’t wait too long.
He climbs on the bed and sits before my spread legs. Dangles the bouquet very close to my pussy. Shakes it to make me hear the sshhasshing sound the leaves make. Then he moves it down. Right down on my pussy. With the entire bouquet. My pussy lips. My swollen clit. The area around my dripping opening. The leaves touch them all as he caresses me with the bouquet. The stinging starts to register. It turns into an itch. It turns into a burn. It turns into a frustration. He keeps caressing. He opens my pussy lips with one hand and exposes my clit more. He caresses.. and caresses. The sensation is so strong. I am lost in it. Before I know it, I am cumming!
He realises the spasm. Moves the nettles away immediately. Opens my lips wide to angle out my clit. Up in the air. Clenching against nothing. Spasms weaken and disappear. The orgasm that hit me without warning is ruined. Gone.
My need is not.
I scream. Not coherent words. No swearing. No complaining. As loud as I can. With all the air in my lungs. With all the frustration built up inside me.
Day one: lots of edging and caption-writing. We had a lovely evening planned, where he would tie me up and play with me, then I would suck him off and not cum. But then life happened and our plans had to be postponed.
Day two: no touch. I had a lot of social obligations that day, so that hardly even counted.
Day three: I put my vibrator set on low down my pants and ran a bunch of errands. My jeans kept the toy pressed snugly against my clit, but the low setting ensured I would not cum from it no matter how long I was out for.
I grabbed a quick shower once I got back, then he pulled me to the bedroom. After some hungry kissing, he pushed my head down and I went to town on his cock. Finally! I was so bummed we didn’t get to do that two days ago. His cock felt so good sliding past my lips. I practiced my deepthroating techniques, and would have happily kept going until he came, but he had other ideas.
“Get the cuffs and put them on.”
He watched me wrap the soft velcro cuffs around my wrists. Once I was done, he used them to tie me to the bed. Face down, ass up.
Then he slid into my dripping pussy.
He fucked me for a really long time. I fucked back, making up for my limited mobility with lots of enthusiasm. He occasionally smacked my ass and said things like, “I’m gonna use you as long as I want.”
Eventually he groaned and came. I didn’t, of course.
I then went out to yet another social obligation, wearing a slightly scratchy bra and my thong pulled in between the pussy lips. That way my exposed pussy lips would rub against my jeans all night, but my greedy clit would stay covered up and get no sensations.
For a bunch of boring life reasons we won’t be able to do our usual week-long denial session, so we will make the most of the next few days. There will be updates!
Yesterday he ordered me to masturbate for almost an hour before he got home, then keep masturbating while he fucked my mouth and then fucked me doggy style, until he was ready to cum. Then he came in my mouth and I was allowed to stop tormenting my poor desperate pussy.
Today was all about the ass. He texted me before he came home with an order to put a plug in my ass. I asked if I could fuck my ass with our bumpy toy instead, and he gave me permission to do that. I put clamps on my nipples and laid on our bed, sliding the toy in and out of my ass, enjoying the feeling of my ass opening and closing around the bumps. My pussy was so wet, but I ignored her.
He came home and sat in the armchair by the bed. He ordered me to crouch with my ass facing him so he could watch me fuck my ass. Then I felt the first smack land on my ass cheek.
He slapped my ass with his hand for a while, building up to a pretty intense force. If I weren’t super horny, it would’ve been too much, but in my aroused haze it all just felt intense,in a really amazing way.
Then he picked up the whip.
I have no idea how long we spent there, me yelping and moaning and fucking my ass with the toy, him alternating between the whip and his hands, varying the intensity, but really building up the heat on my stinging asscheeks.
Finally he said, “ok, that’s enough”.
We sat there afterwards, me completely naked, him still completely clothed, talking about the experience we just had. I felt happy-horny and a little floaty. My pussy was not touched at all and I was super wet, but I felt really satisfied in a weird way.
Two more days before I get to cum.
I keep getting notes on this write up, and now I’m thinking -
both of those sessions were really fun! We should do that again, all of it.
Except maybe this time with him fucking my ass, too.
Mmmmmmm. Fuck, it’s been far too long since he fucked my ass. We need to remedy that soon.
The imbalance of power between one naked person and one fully clothed person is delicious, and hard to overstate. Consider staying dressed until absolutely necessary for a more overt and obvious form of dominance.
Fuck yes this x1000!! I love being naked for clothed people. The more of them, and the fancier their clothes, the better.
Even better if I’m bound, and blindfolded.
Even better if I started out dressed up just like them, and then ordered to strip in front of everyone, and then blindfolded and tied up.
That hasn’t happened. Yet. It’s absolutely gonna happen if I have any say in the matter.
I’ve been edging lots and lots over the past week, and now my clit hurts. I’m still horny, of course, but direct stimulation is also uncomfortable. And tomorrow is the first day I might have permission to cum.
This can only mean one thing: no touch for me today. My clit is off limits.
Oh, and he promised me an assfucking tonight, too.
When Master got home from work, he played with his hole. He vibed me, he fingered me, and the best gift of all, he fucked me. Hard, right on his office floor. Once I had to beg him to stop so that I didn’t cum, he let me suck his cock until he came in my mouth.
My pussy is still drippy and horny, but I feel so much better. So much less ansy and desperate and achy. Just regular horny.
This is usually how I feel after I cum.
What if I don’t need to cum anymore? What if I really could spend the rest of my life denied to his whim?
This is how I feel too, when he cums and I don’t. Vicarious satisfaction is a thing!
It wears off quickly, of course, and then the need floods back with a vengeance.
So obviously, the solution is to beg to please give him another orgasm. Please, because you need the relief it gives you, so badly. Even if it’s temporary. Even if it only brings you from “ready to claw yourself out of your skin” to merely “horny”.
Everybody wins.
Tonight I sucked him, then he fucked me, then he ordered me to suck him again, and take his cum in my mouth.
I had an orgasm two paltry days ago, and I’m already going crazy.
I want to make him cum again, already. He said tomorrow he might fuck my ass.
My slutty little pussy is dripping all over the place..I started using a finger to tease it. It’s still tight but so wet that I can push my finger in and out and it feels so good.
You blog is making it near impossible for my rock hard cock not to cum, i have leaked so much pre cum reading and thinking of fucking you from behind infront of my window for the neighbours to see
This made me really horny. It’s a shame you deactivated your blog…
I came 3 times today already. I still want more. I tried to be good by not rubbing my pussy again but my naughty side kicked in. Before I knew it I had my panties pulled up between my pussy lips and grinding against the them, with my lights turned on so I could watch my reflection in the window. I felt myself getting wetter as I stuck a finger in my mouth before reaching up my shirt to rub it in circles over a nipple. I moaned as I spread my legs and started wiggling my hips faster, feeling my juices trickle out onto my white cotton panties. Now the thin material is clinging to my pink swollen pussy lips. I really want to rub my clit now. Should I?
