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One night , after the couple had retired for the night, the woman became aware that her husband was touching her in a most unusual manner. He started by running his hand across her shoulders and the small of her back.

He ran his hand over her breasts, touching them very lightly. Then, he
proceeded to run his hand gently down her side, sliding his hand over her stomach, and then down the other side to a point below her waist. He continued on, gently feeling her hips, first one side and the the other His hand ran further down the outside of her thighs.

His gentle probing then started up the inside of her left thigh, stopped and the returned to do the same to her right thigh. By this time the woman was becoming aroused and she squirmed a little to better position herself. The man stopped abruptly and rolled over to his side of the bed.

Parts 1 & 2 - Exploring the Unknown

Are you female, 18 or older, interested in exploring orgasm denial? Do you wonder what it would be like to offer yourself, to offer your body, to be used, teased, ready to explode, then denied that pleasure? I'm not talking about just letting someone have sex, not even getting you excited, no I'm talking about you being more excited than you've ever been. Having you worked up, worked over, where your ready to scream, you need to cum, your unable to contain yourself, you feel as if your about to explode with pleasure, unable to contain these feelings, never wanting them to end, begging for permission to cum, to feel this orgasm crashing through your body. Would you like to experience the internal struggle? would you like to feel an experienced man, priming your body, taking you to the very pinnacle of pleasure, holding you there, your orgasm screaming for release, your every fiber begging to cum, only to be denied? Imagine if you would, being in this position, feeling his mouth, his tongue, hitting all the right places, your entire body shuttering, a silent scream, then, just as your about to loose control, as your about to realize the grand finally, after you've held off as long as you could, still your denied. Left hanging, dangling over that edge, ready to scream, to cry, your legs, your arms, tied, your clitoris throbbing with need, with swollen desire.

The medicine I am on stretches beyond the normal boundries of hormonal arousal and desire, and I've done something that straddles the fine line between a rape scene and actual rape. I'm not proud of this fact, and I intend to find a way to prevent it in the future (suggestions appreciated). However, it is something that I wish to share, since I can't take it back.
My lovely wife and mistress enjoys a good rape scene, but she does not enjoy sexual abuse. I feel that I have crossed that line in such a way to be abusive without pain, but with dominance. I awoke from dreaming about extremely erotic sex with her and lost control of myself. She was still sleeping, but my hands did not stop with myself, but I began uncontrollably fondling her. I brought her nipples to full attention, and fingered her crotch until she was gyrating her hips uncontrollably. I wasn't sure if she was aware of my ministration, but later found that the fingering woke her. She was at this point so hot that she said "the option of refusal had been taken away". She needed to cum so badly that she unwillingly welcomed my thrusting member.

The Yearning One - (When submission is embraced) True story

Summary: A young woman learns the joys of loving submission, how giving her lover control of her orgasm can greatly increase it's intensity and her satisfaction.

Her evening is about to begin. As we enter the bathroom together
she stands there waiting. I'm the one that gets to undress her,
unveiling her feminine charms. As always she's embarrassed by
this and blushes slightly. Once all her clothing is removed she
is too empty her bladder, I prepare the shower. We step in
together, and once again she must wait. I have the honor of

Due to my insatiable appetite for anything sexual I have to be sedated to sleep. I take Lunesta to accomplish this and can only do so in brief, five day bursts per the doctor. Last night, my lovely wife and mistress decided to take advantage of the fact that her plaything is virutally unable to physically respond to any great degree on this sedative once in bed. She fondled me throughout the night as I reveled in the sensations of being played upon, unable to move, unable to escape, and most of all, completely unable to cum. The feeling was instense, comforting, and tantalising leaving me so wanton as to feel near the point of insanity.

I am 2 1/2 weeks since my last orgasm. I had a good few sort of regularly prior to that, but in recent months, I have been mostly on orgasm "limitation." He's had quite a few compared to mine (understatement).

I have been teased extensively and daily with a vengeance for the past week. My need level is extremely high. All day everyday, walking around this past week, i feel my clit between my labia. I am usually not aware of it. The slight movements of soft flesh around my clit have heightened the awareness of the need even more.

He is enjoying vigourous, enthusiastic, frequent cocksucking.

Sure enough, I was digging through some old files, and found this old "troll" post I wrote about eight years ago... I used the name "pyrple", and it seems fairly juvenile now. Still a hot idea, though. :)

And for what it's worth, the stuff about my "starting" age, and reading about old chastity devices is mostly true. And getting caught with messy sheets... :P The rest of it's made up though, including my body type and dick size, unfortunately...

Hi.

I'm 18 now, but I've been masturbating since I was 11. The day after I
discovered what an orgasm was, way back then, my mom found my sheets

Hi, Steelpants here, I am a happily married guy, 30 something, who accidentally fell in to the world of Male Chastity, we started off with a CB3000, but now less than a year later have moved to a Neosteel Male Sport System belt made of Stainless Steel.

I have blogged the experience, and will continue to do so

The massage had grown from a warm, welcoming relaxing knead in the back into a hot, welcoming gentle stimulation. Instead of a back massage it had gradually become a breast massage and nipple suckling. The increasingly earnest involuntary moans of approval were already sounding like a plea for more. I decided to move my hands down to her most pleasureful spot, just above the entrace to her lovely body. It was a fantastic rollercoaster ride for my roaming fingers as her hips bucked gently at first in response to the moving pressure as they worked her body. As they neared the end of the ride her hips became ever more insistant in thier pursuit of the right space to be in, gradually increasing the tempo of the wave until they were gyrating in an unmistakable come hither fashion.

Here's one of many sexy events that happened in one weekend, in the mid 1990s, with a deliciously kinky and gorgeous young lady who was also my 24/7 livestyle slave. We put aside all our obligations and activities that weekend, to be purely master and servant, with sex all weekend long.

I blindfolded her and tied her to a reclining chair, legs spread. bullet vibe inside her. Another small vibe strapped to her clit. Feathers hung down from the ceiling, tickling her exquisitely-sensitive nipples.