Female denial

This isn't really a story, so much as a sort of trial balloon. I'm wondering about the basic viability of the concept. Namely, is the idea 1) so boring that it should never see the light of day, 2) neat as a basic idea, but cut out the "letter" format and the stilted, fake medieval styling in favor of more normal style, or 3) a good idea, stilted fake medieval styling, letter-based format, and all.

Obviously, this has a lot more exposition and less action than the bulk of the story would have. The idea is more to introduce the sort of concept and atmosphere of the story than to go straight into the action.

While I'll admit that--at least on some level--I'm enjoying what I'm going through, I'm not enjoying nearly as much as hubby.

He says it would amuse him if you, as a group, played a role in when, where, how and I guess if--I get my next orgasm.

Since Jester has already come up with the idea of a poll hubby doesn't want to interfere with that.
He's thinking of continuing my denial until Jester's poll ends.

And that could be weeks!!

Anyone have any other ideas??

Hubby decided to add one 'almost o' a day until I give in and play solitiare.
Since I was going to have to experience eight today I gave in.
I play tonight.

As before--one game of computer solitiare.
If I win I get to cum.
If I lose my wrists will be tied to a hook in the ceiling and I'll be left for 20 minutes with ginger on my clit.

I have to buy the fresh ginger on my way home.
And worse I have to think about this all day!!

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.

second video labeled Scene Title: Sapphic Teasing, Part 1

if any one finds a torent or link to full clip please let me know

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.

Brief notes from the day, as relayed by SMS.

9:16AM
M: Just had a flash, imagining you in rope harness today, beneath your clothes, embracing you tightly, reminding you of your status as my property, my flesh, my slave...

L: I need no reminders, my master. I am always aware that I am yours.

M: Yes, you are mine, your body belongs to me; to caress with rope, to dress you as I wish, to use you for my pleasure.

L: It is my pleasure to be used as it is your pleasure to use me. In the absence of your orders I try to treat your property as you wish, but I only wait for your command to do anything differently.

Stroke your breasts, my slave. Start on the outside and trace in. Don't touch your nipples... Run your hand down your body between your breasts... Trace across them again; let your finger touch your nipple, once, so lightly... Oh, my master. I'm so hot already. Being on no-touch... Thinking about you... I love how you control me. And I love controlling you. Keep stroking your breasts. A little harder on the nipples. A little harder. And now the clamp. On one side only. My nipples are so sensitive now, Sir. It hurts; it hurts. My slave. Keep it on for two minutes. But not starting yet. Wait... Now. I will time you.