Female denial, hetero female

I haven't posted in several months, but now I'm back and horny as Hell.
Hubby spent six days teasing and denying me when he wasn't making me tease and deny myself.
Now I'm in my third day of no touch and I'm going crazy.
He decided to have me watch a few videos to really peak my interest in getting an O.

For course it was once again denied.

Then he thought of having me read about how others were suffering just as I am.
And decided to have me post so he can have me check back for responses, be they sympathetic or sarcastic.

And as always your comments and/or suggestions are welcome.

I hope you enjoy,

I was thinking today, when I should have been working, about switch specific fantasies. I used to belong to Natalie Demore’s Bondage Orgasms, which I think is an awesome site. One of the themes she repeats is a scenario where one girl is domming another girl, only to have the situation reversed and she ends up being the one dommed. Essentially, a switch revenge fantasy.
Of course this reminded of a girl I used to date. Okay, not date per se, but play with. She was very pretty and had amazing breasts – just the perfect size, shape and perkiness. Typically, I would bind her hands behind her back and take her over my knee. I’ve spanked a fair number of ladies in my life, but never as hard I would spank her. She loved it. The harder I hit, and the longer I spanked her for the better. Then I would re-bind her to the bed, spread eagle. I usually put clothes pins (pegs) on her nipples. I would tease her a little and edge her, but only a couple of times as I wasn’t as into T&D then as I am now. Then I would make her cum, untie her and have her give me oral sex until I came.

I decided to try some of that lip-plumper lip gloss that my spa sells the other day. I noticed that it made my lips really tingly and kind of tickly/sensitive. So, twisted girl that I am, I thought I would try it on my nipples.

I used to have a Dom who had me under orders to us one of those stiff tongue-cleaning brushes on my nipples twice per day and apply alcohol to them and let them air dry, and I still do this sometimes when I am dressing up to go out. I enjoy feeling that secret undercurrent of sexuality that I used to love when my Dom would direct me to treat my nipples and edge before going out in the world. Then have some task for me to perform while out.

I have not talked about my gyno clinic for quit a while. I still have lots of interesting women come in to see me and most are college girls from the nearby university. I love asking them about their sexual activities and listening to some very interesting things. Most seem to talk freely to me about their sex life. Most are single with at least one boy friend. Most masturbate and some play the field. Most like to tease the male students in all kinds of interesting ways.

Last week Susanna came in for an appointment to see me. I am her regular gyno doctor and know about her very active sex life. She has had a few boy friends in the last three years and masturbates from one to several times per day. She is very good looking and sexy as can be. But most of all she love to tease and to enjoy sex.

Things have been very busy with "real life" around here but she still can't be fingering herself to orgasm without my knowledge or blessing. Seems to have been about a week ago. And I was going to pleasure her today, too. Change of plans. So she spent a bunch of time muscles tight like a spring being incredibly slowly stroked and now she sports a tight rubber band on each erect nipple and a generous dose of Tiger Balm down below as regular life resumes. Later a movie with a remote tease, then a fitful sleep and in the am with little people at school the actual punishment: Tweezer clamp on that clitoral pleasure center she abused--now transformed to the source of her pain--and 10 serious strokes of the cane. One for each minute she reports it took her to get herself off. Then I'll take my pleasure as the clamp does its work to make sure my pleasure is equated with her pain. Then I'll go to work.

Hi everyone. I've been reading this site for quite some time, and have engaged a great deal in short term solo denial. (I'm a real lightweight compared to some of you folks.) Now I have a Dom who controls my orgasms, and it's been very exciting. I think I've spotted some of you all on Fetlife so I thought I might as well show my face so to speak:)

My master is a man of his word. He teased me tonight, on the phone, but I'm in a period where I'd been told that I'm free. I was on denial for a few days, a gentle denial in which I could touch as I liked but not come, leading up to a tease last night where I knew I'd be allowed to come at the end. I love it all ways - the rough denial where he controls whether I touch myself or not, where he teases me at every chance, where he tasks me to tease myself, and any combination of these - but I love this too, just bringing a hint of D/s into our separation, not pushing my submission. And one of the things that I love is that I know he'd like to take it further, toy with me more, be harsher, but that he doesn't always.

She was at the edge, at the edge, waiting, waiting, waiting... It had been a long time, and he wasn't into endless denial. He might, might, might give her permission...

He pulled her hand away, clipping it to her collar, and began stroking her clit, her engorged, right-on-the-edge clit, with one finger. She struggled and tried to force her cunt up against his hand. He kept stroking her. She was beyond hot, she couldn't stand it, she was begging... I'll stop any time you like, he told her. Just say the word. She was suspicious. This was too good to be true. He must have read her mind. It's true, he said. Just tell me and we'll move on to something else. She wanted to ask what that something else would be, but words had abandoned her long since. The finger continued its maddening tease. I'll keep on until you tell me to stop, and I'll stop as soon as you tell me to. Then I'll birch you.

Another of my fragments...

As an aside, the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that the next major story I write will indeed be the orgasm denial novel discussed here previously. I may not even wait until MinNoWriMo to begin writing it.

And now for the fragment.....





It had been twelve days, nine hours, and roughly twenty minutes since her last orgasm. "Desperate" was not quite a strong enough word to explain her predicament.

The collar and cuffs were her favorites: thick black leather, very comfortable for long-term wear. Chains connected each ankle and wrist cuff to the nearest eye bolt on the side of the upholstered bondage table. Several wide straps across her torso were similarly affixed, ensuring that she would not move very much.