Archive - Oct 2011

It had only been a week since I last saw Sir and I was very very sexually satisfied by the end of that meeting. I was a little nervous about how my body would react to Sir after such a short time. Normally before we meet Sir turns the tormenting of me up high, so all I can think about is wanting release. We had not done that either as Sir had been away. I had been on a touch and wipe ban apart from hygiene reasons, so obviously I had not orgasmed or edged for a week. I was still just a little out of my comfort zone.

After the week long "celebration" of one year without any orgasms from masturbation, my Domme was quick to start the new year with a change in routines.

No more daily edging with my fake pussy. No touching it at all. If my wife wants sex, that is the only touching my cock gets.

Intercourse must be pleasing to my wife. If she doesn't cum before I need to ejaculate, I must pull out and ruin my orgasm.

More anal stimulation. I must use the prostate probe twice each week to milk as much from my cock as possible.

The part on love first, since it isn't icky. My denial and teasing are completely a solo thing, entirely self-chosen and self-enforced (to recap, this is day 30 and I'm going for 90.) But I find that my sense of empathy deepens during periods of orgasm denial, and I tend to feel love and compassion and affection for all the people I generally feel love and compassion and affection for, but even more deeply than usual. I'm suspect that orgasm denial increases my oxytocin levels, which if so, is probably the cause of the heightened empathy.

So . . here I am at day 18 of denial. Six days since I got my piercings. My whole hood bruised into a dark purpleish blue color. I'm quite sore, but it's not so bad now. It only hurts when I touch it to clean the area and when I pee and wipe. Well I guess that does sound like it is still bad, but it did hurt to walk and sit or just sitting still, so this is a big improvement. There is some pleasurable sensations going on, but there is absolutely no way I can do anything about it. On my pussy, where my clit peeks out from under my hood slightly, that is where the bottom ball sits.

First of all I would like to say I am happy to be a part of this community. I stumbled across this site some time last week while in the first few days of my second journey into denial. I must say, I was delighted to see that sick minds abound here. So, I just want to quickly bring everyone up to where I'm at today (day 14), I told my hubby that I wanted to see how long I could go in denial again. He didn't seem to crazy about the idea, but I promised him I would not constantly get on his nerves with my aching, needy, pussy.

Greetings all,

I've read -- and participated in -- a number of discussions and stories, both here on tantalism and on similar sites, about making a "smart vibrator" or a related "teasing device" that can bring a user (or subject, if you prefer) repeatably to the brink of orgasm -- and then either deny orgasm or eventually permit orgasm (but only after a long time or other conditions are satisfied.) As you might imagine, some sort of bondage is often employed to keep the subject (err victim) from, "taking matters into his/her own hands." ;-)