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Fantasy with paintbrushes and lubes

Thu, 29 Jul 2010 10:16:34 -0700

Hello all! Finally posting something...I wrote this several days ago in a diary entry, and got permission from my Master to post it here *^^*

Wrote this after being on orgasm denial for 11 days...Currently on day 19, and not going to cum until at least after August 1st, maybe longer...eep....
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Fantasizing again...about You, holding a set of very soft watercolor paintbrushes in one hand, a various assortment of open cups of stimulating lubes on the table before You, alongside a very soft, unused sponge. You place the brushes on the table beside the cups, and look at me....I am also on the table, tightly bound with ropes...You have carefully bound my legs with the knees fully bent, securing my lower legs to each of my thighs. You then secured my knees together with a rope looped behind my head. Once You secure my ankles in a spread position, bound tightly with rope to the table, You take a set of earplugs and carefully set them in each of my ears. You ask me something--reading Your lips, I can see You are asking me if I can hear You. I cannot. You then press me back down against the table, and secure my collar and my knees to the table, keeping me tightly compressed, ropes pressing my legs towards my body, forcing my pussy to press outwards from my pelvis. Seemingly satisfied, You place a kiss on my lips, grin, and place a heavy blindfold over my eyes, adjusting it until You are certain I can see nothing but blackness.

A story: "Bored"

Sun, 27 Jun 2010 17:27:44 -0700

Looking for some stories, I found this little piece entitled "Bored"

It's a very well written piece on forced Orgasm Denial, taking place in a female prison trough a strict warden.
The scenes are very well detailed to the last word.
An excellent read.

The closet

Thu, 17 Jun 2010 15:27:47 -0700

She lay exhausted on the carpeted floor as he moved back and forth within the bedroom, bringing things in, arranging them in the walk-in closet. She roused when she felt him fastening her wrist and ankle cuffs, then lifting her head to put her collar around her neck. He'd brought the small dressing stool over and placed a pitcher of water and a glass on it. She put her head back down and felt him clip a chain to her neck, then to a hook in the wall. He gave her a blanket and a pillow.

"All set, my love? Do you have everything you need?"

She suddenly realized that he wasn't setting up another scene, that it was bedtime. She'd never slept anywhere but in his bed. They'd talked about it, planned for it even, but while she found the idea arousing it was also frightening - and he, it seemed, enjoyed the fantasy but really preferred her company. Now she was to sleep, not even at his feet or next to the bed, but in the closet.

The Fitting

Tue, 08 Jun 2010 17:40:26 -0700

Here's a link to a great fictional story "The Fitting", it has a lot of female orgamsm denial content. A very good read.

The chatroom

Thu, 03 Jun 2010 08:16:14 -0700

This is kind of the way I feel as I am about to enter the chatroom.

I have been led to a heavy closed door by my B/F.
I know as soon as he opens the door I will enter--and I'll be fair game for everyone in there.
I will probably be the only person there naked--and I'll be reminded of that.
I'll probably be the only one teased until they are begging for their tormentor to let them cum.
I'll probably be the only one denied relief.
I'll be called names and be made to admit that yes, I'm an internet whore.
I'll be made to answer questions that are only asked to humiliate me.
I'll be reminded that I'm telling total strangers things I wouldn't want my best friends to know.

The master bath, prime

Wed, 16 Jun 2010 20:07:09 -0700

When I started this series, which is for a friend who is moving into a giant honking hugemongous house, I wanted to write from my heart but also stay within what he and his slave might enjoy reading about. He said they're not into watersports, so I tried to keep that out of the bathroom sections. (He didn't actually say they were into semi-consensual drowning, but hey, they can write their own damned story.) My master, however, requested an alternate bathroom piece.

So... Here's what might happen on an alternate-reality Enterprise, where it's every man for himself and Uhura carries a knife in her boot.

The master bath

Wed, 26 May 2010 22:12:53 -0700

"Bedtime."

She'd moved beyond anticipating what was coming next, which room he would lead her into. When she heard his voice, she was almost startled. I am tired, she thought. She followed him slowly up the stairs, grateful to be crawling up and not down. He led her through the large bedroom, cool with the breeze, street lights from the distant road creating only a soft glow through the open curtains. Past the closet/dressing room was the bathroom, large with its soaking tub and steam shower. He removed her chains and then her collar and cuffs.

"Let's get that wax off you and get you ready for bed."

Trying Orgasm Denial - having orgasm accidents

Fri, 21 May 2010 06:47:57 -0700

The dining room

Sun, 02 May 2010 17:06:46 -0700

"Hungry?"

She had been, previously, although the substantial load of come she'd just swallowed had put a damper on her appetite. She knew she'd be hungry again by the time dinner was ready, though. "Yes, Sir, I am." - "Good. I am too. Let's get the table set." He unclipped her hands and the chain that ran from collar to ankles, but substituted new, short lengths of chain connecting wrist to wrist and ankle to ankle. They made their way into the kitchen, where he began unpacking groceries and she stood up - finally! - and poked around finding china and silver.

All their new things were in the house - mostly furnishings, although they'd gotten a new set of pots and pans and some fresh linens - but they hadn't transferred their old possessions back from the rental. That would happen early next week. In the meantime it was a challenge to remember what they had in the new place and what they needed to bring with them. She located the mismatched dishes that she'd brought, piecemeal, over the past months so that she could heat up some lunch and chose the nicest of them. "One place setting, Sir, or two?" - "One, my love." She carried the heavy earthenware to the glossy new dining room table and set one place at the table's head. She arranged candles and the new salt and pepper set, put out water and wine, and then there wasn't much else to do. With permission, she placed a small pillow next to his chair, for her to sit on.

The living room

Sun, 02 May 2010 17:07:07 -0700

He sat in the living room, sipping Champagne and watching his slave prepare a fire. She'd brought in the large logs from the woodpile in the garage - hampered, it was true, by the chain that ran from her collar to her ankle cuffs, but slowly the pile next to the fireplace grew larger. She could crawl, if she liked, to the garage, or she could bend over and scuttle if she preferred, but to return, with the heavy log, required a combination of crawling using only one hand for support - as she was holding the log in the other arm - or, as a respite, kneeling up with the log in both arms, but with her upper body bent awkwardly toward her feet.

The guest room

Fri, 30 Apr 2010 23:25:02 -0700

The guest bedroom was the smallest in the house. They'd furnished it simply, with a double bed and a small dresser. He'd laid an assortment of brushes on it. "Pick two," he said. She picked a large powder brush and a very small tipped soft calligraphy brush. He handed her the die. "Roll it." A five. Oh well, she thought, at least it hadn't been a five out in the garage.

He bound her open on the bed and began swirling the powder brush all over her body - her thighs, her breasts, the curve of her waist. When she was wet and squirming he began on her pussy, dragging the brush slowly up her lips. They were closed enough that the brush barely if ever touched her clit. He counted. One... two... three... up to sixteen. And again. One... two... three... to sixteen. Five times. By the end she was thrashing against her bonds. Only one more brush to go.

The guest bath

Sat, 01 May 2010 21:08:22 -0700

By the time the sixteen minutes were up, she was no longer languorous. She was frantic, wriggling, moaning. Her nipples and her clit burned in different ways. He'd removed the clothespins from her nipples after ten minutes, swayed by her desperate pleas and the tears that stood in her widened eyes. When the timer rang, he opened the hair clip and pulled the ginger off her clit.

Although he'd had mercy on her about the clothespins, her suffering during the sixteen minutes had aroused him to the point of indulging his selfishness. Ignoring her petition to be allowed to wash, he fingered her for a few moments, prolonging her agony while increasing her arousal. And his own. Finally he bent her over the arm of the chair and entered her, enjoying the gentle tingle on his own cock as the residual juices from the ginger mixed with her own juices to create a tight warmth that he almost couldn't resist. He pulled out before he could get too carried away and led her into the large bath between the guest room and the laundry closet. They'd put in a large walk-in shower with a hand sprayer, tiled in large slate tiles, that could hold the dog as well as a human to wash him.

The kitchen

Fri, 30 Apr 2010 18:44:10 -0700

The kitchen was large, with big windows and a farm-style table in the middle. He'd lit a fire in the fireplace and the two of them sat by it, he in the couch and she at his feet, until she'd recovered from the beating. He made them both strong, sweet ginger tea and they toasted the room and each other. When they'd finished he stood up, pulling her to her feet.

"You sit now. I'll be right back." She sat in the chair, staring at the fire, thinking of nothing, until he returned. He had the remains of the ginger root and some clothespins from the laundry closet. Incongruously, he also had a large hair clip, probably the one she used to coil her hair back when she worked out. She looked at him, languorously enjoying his nearness, while he arranged her in the chair, leaning back, legs spread open over the chair arms. He sucked her nipples erect, licked her clit until it throbbed, then left her there, open, while he whittled the ginger into a small oval. She was unsurprised when he fitted this over her clit, gently holding the lips closed with the hair clip. Its teeth bit into her not unpleasantly. She enjoyed their soft bite, the spreading warmth of the ginger. She know that it would be a fiery torture before long.

The garage

Fri, 30 Apr 2010 17:55:40 -0700

He pulled up to the house, parked in the driveway. "Get out, take off all your clothes, hands on the hood, ass out." It was dark, and the driveway lights were off, but still she glanced at the neighbors' houses, lights aglow over the suburban foliage. "No, please. Please pull into the garage. Please." - "Out. Clothes off. Wait for me, I'll be back in a while."

He dug around for a moment and tossed her collar and cuffs into her lap. Then he shouldered the duffel and carried it and the shopping bags into the house. He puttered about, putting things away, setting them up, glancing out the window periodically to see what she was up to. She'd gotten out of the car and was crouched next to it, carefully removing her things without venturing her head above its shelter. He grinned. He'd scoped out all the lines of sight from the neighbors' front doors and she was pretty safe. Of course, someone MIGHT come wandering over to welcome them, but that risk just added to the excitement. His excitement.

Xenophilia and Tease/Denial

Sun, 28 Mar 2010 15:04:20 -0700

For any of you who know of it, most of the junk on FictionPress.com is just that - junk. But someone found an author on there who writes AMAZING Science-Fiction work. As an added bonus (one that really set my mind on fire) he has written a few adult pieces. So far, he's only uploaded three, entitled "Entanglement", "Euphoria", and "Submission". They are all xenophilic relationships (human/alien) and I found that I had to read one of his main stories ("Twice-Shadowed Saint") before I fully understood everything in them, but it's well worth it. Tease and Denial and/or Orgasm Control is a major influence in his works. If you don't mind alien/human pairings, I recommend you go read them. They're really good. I've set the link to his C2 Community archive instead of his profile page - only the Sci-Fi stuff is on his C2, and there's some other random junk on his profile that is... acceptable, but not T&D Related.