female denial

I think I'm going mad from this long rounf of denial. It's only been a week and five days since I last came, but it feels like forever. I spoke to Him this morning, and he ordered me to touch myself, and to "stick to the rules" - which, of course, means get as close to the edge as possible without coming.

A while ago a reader asked how my submission to Sir interacts with RL. This is one of the ways. Sir has asked me to describe a particular change we made during my submission that involves my spouse.

In the last post I wrote about all the ways Sir has graciously allowed me to have a little cummie. And one of them was during sex. I did used to enjoy coming during sex when Sir allowed it. But after some months of submission we both decided it was time. Since I have pledged my pussy to Sir, since I relish his ownership of it and of me, I have now given up orgasms during sex.

So my Love went away last week for a two-and-a-half week business trip. The last time we played together, on Monday, he teased me with the suggestion of denying me for the whole time he's away - longer than I've ever gone before except for a time when I was physically unable to orgasm due to medication.

Hello there, everybody! I'm Miss Amaranth (or Amaranth, Miss A or Missy, as you prefer.)

Who am I? 22-year-old female, bisexual, polyamorous switch living in Oxford, UK, and so glad I've found this place! My interest in t&d and tantalism has been steadily growing for quite a while, and in the last few months my Love and I have been experimenting with playing with it.

In the vanilla world I'm a writer (just venturing into writing smut,) and also enjoy crafting, theatre, playing guitar and reading.

Oh, and I'm a partner-abuse survivor. So there's that.

This time Sir has asked me to share the different ways he’s allowed me to have a little cummie.

I’ve told you about the corner. Sir has allowed me to press myself against the nice, hard surface and wiggle out my relief. Although he calls it a little cummie, those cums on the corner don’t feel little to me. The waves of orgasm feel big and strong and satisfying and I cannot help but cry out in glorious release. In my current state, just writing about how good it is makes me clench and moisten with need.

a short story:

Jessica’s Ruined Orgasms
Submitted by Gil

Jessica has a problem. She has to masturbate, to orgasm. And she has to do so quickly....

Or alternately titled I may have created a monster... (xposted in fetlife)

So at the HACKS meeting, last year I volunteered to help lead the discussion relating to orgasm control/denial. I'd been dying for another round of denial play since M'Lord has been feeling better. Seemed like the perfect reason...as if we needed one...LOL.

When Sir and I started talking about me posting here, I knew he would require me to share some embarrassing things. Already the things that I’ve written about are embarrassing. But not so much as what I’m going to share now. A very real part of me wants to scream and run away from this task. But the lure of erotic humiliation is a strange, strange beast indeed. Another part of me has a twisted need to share. It is a need I would never sate for it would be far outweighed by embarrassment were it not for Sir. But Sir has instructed me to share on this topic. And so I will.