Archive - Jun 2009

Well, people have been asking about it, so I guess it's time to do it.

One week from today, July 4, I will hold a vote to determine whether I get an orgasm during the subsequent week. Should I fail to win an orgasm, a vote will be held each week, with an ever-increasing supermajority required to deny me, until I win.

Here's how it will work.

On July 4, the 'polls' will be open from 6am to 10pm PDT. I'll be having as many orgasms as I want from now until the polls close, so this will be the vote to begin my denial period.

The first vote will be unique: Instead of a simple majority vote, you will only need to provide 5 'no' votes to start my denial. Thus, while the vote does actually count for something, it doubles as somewhat of a 'roll call' vote, so the whole thing won't even go forward unless there's enough interest.

Well my no-touch sentence is up and I'm back to being teased and denied and getting 'almost orgasms' in bunches--4 so far today with,
i'm afraid, several more to come(no pun intended).

But then I guess there isn't a cum in my immediate future--hubby says he likes me 'hot and horny'.
He says--and I know it's true--the more I want to cum the more compliant and obedient I become.
I mean I'd scrub floors with my toothbrush if he'd let me cum!!

Ah, this orgasm denial stuff is hard. I feel like Goldilocks - this is too intense, that's too long, this is too mean - but I do enjoy it, and I certainly know my master does, so we'll have to muddle through. We had a tease last week that was very hard for me, so the most recent one was more gentle. Perhaps you know about it, because I thanked him for it here. Anyway, that one ended a few days ago - very nicely, I might add - but I felt badly afterward because, for some reason, I wasn't able to, or chose not to, beg my master for release in the way that I know he enjoys. Here's something I wrote:

I have finally done it. I did not think I could. Last night was the first night for well over six years that I went without an orgasm. I had been kind of trying on and off for the last couple of weeks, but I decided to put in a real effort and actually do it.

I knew from experience that if I even started to arouse myself I would not be able to make it, so I tried to keep myself busy and avoid all sexy thoughts, but by the time I got to bed I was still so conditioned to giving myself an orgasm to get to sleep, that I lay awake restless and frustrated for most of the night. It was well after 4:00AM that I finally must have fallen asleep.

Last night was an ... interesting night.

A random stranger (who shall remain anonymous, unless she chooses to identify herself) popped into chat. After feeling me out for a few minutes, getting to know me, she dropped the bombshell which went, and I quote:

"I want you to make me a quivering mess."

It was an attractive prospect, to be sure, but one that I was woefully not cut out for. She wanted some task she could perform to try to 'earn' an orgasm that night, and would go to bed unsatisfied if she couldn't complete. But my head was utterly empty of ideas.

However, upon learning that I was denying myself as well, she came up with a brilliant one: She would tease me and try to make me cum, and if I did, she got to too. If I resisted, neither of us would.

She screamed in joy as she was brought to another orgasm at his hands. Or rather, at his mouth.

He scooted up to her face, and they kissed.

"Your turn now!" she said. Of course, she only meant that it was his turn to get a good, hard tease. The only orgasms he had gotten in the last two weeks were ruined ones, and he wouldn't be getting a real one until he had filled a shot glass with cum.

She went down, sucking his already-hard cock, both of them moaning with pleasure. It was barely a minute before he was at the edge and she had to stop.

He instinctively moaned in disappointment as she came up and kissed him again.

And I made it through another two days! I ended with another "ruined" orgasm, or as I call it, the Little O. Despite knowing how fleeting and unsatisfying it would be, I was really looking forward to it. I really must be nuts.

This one was actually rather pleasant. Not orgasmically so, but nice. I slept like a baby afterward, and only woke up kinda horny, instead of with a raging hardon like I usually do. I edged 3 times when I woke up, just little quickie teases instead of the long, drawn-out ride.

The little cup is now at around 25mL. (Hard to say, as there's no marks between 15 and 30

My dear master,

Thank you for the past few days. Thank you for teasing me, thank you for denying me. Thank you for using me, your property. The last tease that I blogged about was tough, as you know; I fell hard and fast and it was difficult to come back out. I felt frightened, a little, at what we both had done to me.

Thank you for making these last teases more gentle. Thank you for pulling me back when I got too deep. Thank you for the nipple sticks, and the clothspins; thank you for talking me through the pain. Thank you for enjoying it as much as I did.

Thank you for the gentle touches, and for the harder ones. The small circles and the long strokes. For touching my breasts and my belly, my pussy lips and my thighs. Thank you for not touching my clit, at all, until the end. Three strokes, up from the bottom, across my wet cunt, dipping into the wetness and drawing it up, over the inner lips, up to my clit, over my clit, counting, counting, and... Off. And again. And again. Three times one night, five another. One time you let me hover my finger over my clit and just strain to reach it, to rub my clit against my finger instead of my finger against my clit.