Sub female

This blog is my debut into erotic fantasy fiction. So it is with much trembling that I launch my ship made only of electronic bites onto an often raging world wide sea. I fear it may be a flimsy craft for such a wild ocean, but I've set my sails and am ready to see where this can take me - and hopefully you too.

Btw, the items above in red are things you will NOT see in my stories. They are the taboos I'll avoid.

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Sir was here for an extended bank holiday weekend, he screwed my brains out and I came like a train.

I can't say I was disappointed. I wouldn't have objected to continuing, but I think it would have been hard, and I enjoyed cumming over and over again, screaming while he impaled me on his cock. Everytime I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he was just grinning like a maniac, digging his cock further into me to make me scream some more.

But now it's back to the denial, and beginning is so hard, the hardest part of it. Weird as it sounds, it's easier after 4 weeks than it is after 4 hours. The memory is still fresh in my mind, I can feel the after effects in Sir's pussy, smell my own juices on my underwear. I'm still orgasmic yet I'm facing up to an unknown time without orgasms. In this case, it's almost certain that I won't orgasm again till I see him in 2 weeks and 3 days. On the one hand, I wish it was longer - denial makes me top from the bottom something chronic, not because I want it to end but because I want it to continue! - on the other hand I'm sat here now, wanting to peak more than anything, remembering all the hot things we have done this weekend.

Here's a fun little tease you can do by yourself or with your Dom or some other play partner if you're into ruined orgasms or tease and denial:

Get about 5 clothespins. You're going to use them on your pussy lips and clit so if they are too strong, get some of the ones that come with those temporary paper blinds, they have a much milder grip.

Queue up some porn and masturbate until you are on the edge. Get your clit really big. Get yourself really wet. Then start buttoning everything up.

Use two clips to close up your pussy lips so all the juice stays inside. Pull back the hood on the clit and put a clip on the exposed nub. Then add one above and below it to completely block access to the clit at all.

Am all spaced out.

Sir asked me if I would like the clamps this evening. To be honest, I neither needed them, or hated the idea - I was just content, but I knew it would do me good and that Sir would enjoy hurting me while he wanked, so I was very glad to do them. I was kind of tired and grumpy and burnt out and I knew a good session with the clamps would sort my head out and refocus on me Sir's pleasure and getting my head round the continuing the denial. He told me to do an hour on my knees, leashed to the footboard with the collar locked on.

The clamps hurt wonderfully going on, but after about 15 minutes the pain felt more cosy than agonising, and I could tell my tiredness was numbing the sensations. I really wanted to drop down to my hands and knees but knew I would fade out if I did that. So I took the clamps off, passed the chain round the footboard and put them back on.

Just come back from the most perfect weekend.

I was absolutely agonising before I got there about whether I would come on or not and, if not, whether he would use his mouth or pussy and whether or not he would let me cum. As it happened, he used his slut's pussy but was very adamant that I was not allowed to cum. He was saying things like 'You're not going to cum subbie, so just get over it. You need to focus on *my* pleasure.' And he was mocking me for getting too turned on, rubbing his clit to make me pant with suppressed pleasure. He made me ride him and it was so hard to work his pussy up and down his stiff cock and not get drawn in by the pleasure of it, or try and move my hips to get more pleasure. I just fucked him as hard as I could, whilst trying to distract myself from the sensations, till I saw his face cloud over and look conflicted and then I drove on till he bucked up into me and exploded with cum. I fell asleep with his spunk soaking into his cunt, so that I stunk of the pleasure my Owner had taken with me.

you got to check this video out.

Long time, no see.

I'm obviously in a state of great need, and appreciating it, if I'm seeking out sources of tantalism to make it worse.

Health has not been great for the last two years, and medication, depression, unappreciated frustration with it all has had a killer effect on my sexual interest.

I hope my present state is not merely a pleasant little blip

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.

Just My thoughts for the morning. A pleasant day to all.


Why?

Why does the denial inflame Me so?

Watching her suffer and knowing she will go

To the ends of the earth to please and excite

While submitting her will to such frustrating heights

She writhes and she moans

She curses and groans

Into her pillow she screams and she cries

Why can I not cum?

Please let me cum!

What I thought this would be was all lies!

But with talk and with time

Agony turns sublime

The truth of it comes shining through

For I know in the end

She will learn to transcend

Horny, so very horny...

I keep looking at Sir's cock on my desktop picture and squirming as I imagine being impaled on it and damn, I just can't help myself today.

Yesterday it was quite difficult to edge myself. The more I do denial, the more I get used to feeling sexually tense. This means that it's hard to stimulate myself without that feeling. I was quite sated and content yesterday and didn't particularly feel the urge to cum, so it was hard to get the juices flowing and get myself to the edge.

Today though, Sir's pussy was biting. I was hungry to cum and the wanking felt good and by the time I forced myself to stop, the thrust of my hips was rapidly pushing me towards orgasm. If I hadn't stopped when I did, I could easily imagine myself cumming. Today, I don't know what was up with me, I couldn't stop thinking about his cock sliding into my ass and cunt all thick and hard and leaking pre-cum. I was horny, and juicing up and wanting it. And I'm sat here now feeling the same. I want his cock to grind up and down on, I want Sir lay beneath me while I gorge myself on his body, pushing down hard on him to jab his cock into me deep and hard, almost painfully.