Hetero male

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.

Sunday's Journal

Sir has gone back to London and he asked me to write a journal for the weekend, to be waiting for him when he got back.

After I last wrote, I stripped to the blue underwear, put on the wrist and ankle cuffs and kneeled by the bed, waiting for him. As soon as he came in the bedroom and saw me, he started bulging with a hard on. He stripped off his clothes and forced his cock to the back of my throat, making me moan in bliss. It wasn't to last for long though. He pulled me up, slipped the hood over my head and tightened it firmly, then put the collar round my neck and locked it on, clipping the heavy leash to it and pulling me onto the bed. He clipped my ankle cuffs to my wrists so my legs were held apart, and fucked me hard. His cock was so big going in, I virtually screamed and his thrusts were so deep and hard I was writhing and groaning on the bed, holding back from cumming. He pushed the cock gag into my mouth, and clipped on the blindfold, then put the clover clamps on my nipples, causing me to groan in pain. He pulled his cock out of me, rubbed me hard with his fingers and firmly instructed me to cum. I was gutted but he's my Owner and I can't disobey. I obediently let my body cum, then he pushed his cock back into me, fucked me hard, then pulled the clamps off quickly, making me scream, before pinning me to the bed and filling me with cum.

Friday's Journal

Today has been an amazing day, and it's not over yet.

Sir sent me out for a walk before with tiger balm on my clit and the rosebud in my ass. So I walked for a mile and then went to pick up my sewing machine.

It's quite surprising how painful it is to wear the rosebud in your ass - the feeling of being opened and penetrated by something hard and unyielding - makes me feel like I'm walking round with Sir's cock firmly planted deep in my ass, and not budging. After an hour or so, when it was really hurting me, I kind of went through a subbie thing where I was telling myself it was Sir's cock in my ass, that it was exactly where it should be, that my holes exist to be opened and used by him, that this is completely normal and I should accept it and get used to it, and then I went into a kind of subbie bliss where I was really accepting it in my ass and enjoying the feeling of being submissive and being used and hurt by my Owner.

Sir just left to go back to London for a couple of weeks, and I am left sitting here wildly horny, so tempted to wank, but loving the feeling of denial and the submissiveness that it brings.

I didn't orgasm from Thursday morning till today. Sir has been a fiend for the cane all this week, so I have been getting my pain fix daily, and sometimes twice daily. I was on my period, so he was using my mouth to empty his load into but he got very horny today and told me he wanted to rape my ass instead. I got on my hands and knees and he drove his cock into me so hard, I sobbed, it felt like he was tearing me. Something about the pain and the hard thrusts and him holding my hair, with his body slamming into my bruised ass all worked together and I quickly reached the edge.

Hello,

I am new here, have been married to my submissive wife for 20+ years and she is denied orgasm for various periods of time.

I have joined this site with the full knowledge of my wife but without her being involved. I want to contact with females who need to be teased and denied orgasm at long distance, be able to correspond regularly with them by email, and meet them in the chat room too. I do not want to meet up or be involved in telephone chat or anything other than I have described. I have a lot of experience of female denial and I am quite a hard (but fair) task master.

Anyway, thats it for now, just a little intro. My email address is on my profile page. Hope to hear from you.

So she came twice on Sunday. On Monday she was asking for another. Greedy. Why? Partly because I had her bent over the couch and was fucking her but her request was specific. She wanted to cum at my hand. Just the day before she had held the fancy vibrator on herself and cum while being hit with my belt, and then again while taking me in her mouth but she wanted to feel me do it to her myself. Ok, I tell you here I will give you what you asked for. I will make you cum. But it is going to hurt.

So we're looking seriously into a new purchase: something along these lines: http://www.therimbastore.com/p=7214/7214%20Leather%20Strap%20Style%20Body%20Harness

They have styles that run right through the crotch and also encompass the breasts but I think we're settling on this style because it will leave her available to be, as she so elegantly put it, "messed with" while she wears it. One of the key ideas here, though, is to have her wear it under her clothes. Leather straps holding her body. My leather straps. Under her clothes. The children don't need to see her kneeling and naked but she will feel my straps on her body, holding her (my) body, binding her (my) body, possessing her. You get the idea.

For those of you unfamiliar with IF, interactive fiction is a text-based game where you, the player, can directly influence the story through your actions (examining objects, speaking to NPCs, solving puzzles, etc). AIF, or adult interactive fiction, is exactly what it sounds like: IF that's intended for a more mature audience. I use an application called Gargoyle to play my games, but if you'd like to see some other options or just read up on IF in general, be sure to check out the Interactive Fiction Database: http://ifdb.tads.org/

In Moist, you play the male protagonist who has wandered away from a nudist colony while on vacation. You stumble upon a castle and before you may leave, you must seduce three servants (and bring them each to orgasm at least once) before then bedding the Queen. It's not a very difficult game (the women are pretty easy!) but much better than many of the other adult games I've tried. There's a walkthrough available for download at the link provided if you really get stumped.