BDSM
10/01/2020


I haven’t had an orgasm in days… some of this is due to situational circumstances of life, the other my Dom. Knowing I was already hanging out for one or more than one (because when is one ever enough) I had been ordered not to orgasm. I could touch and tease and play with myself as much as I liked but I was not to bring myself over the ever so tempting edge that would give me the sweet release I so desperately wanted, not until I was with him would I be allowed to reach the climax my body and mind craved so much. A total of five days without a single climax, granted the first three I wasn’t barred for doing so but no opportunity arose in which I could take care of the ache between my thighs. However, days four and five I had opportunity and was not allowed to make the most of it. Now five days for some people would seem like nothing but for me more than twenty-four hours and I was hanging out for that release, that high, that sweet pleasurable climax. Even if only at my own hands I still ached for it. My own hands are never the same as his but they keep the aching and need in check until I can spend some amount of time at his mercy and have them sated. Two days of going through my normal every day routine of work and life until I knew I would be with him. The ache was intense, the need growing stronger and probably even more so because I knew I would be given a release at long last when I got to him. I was fidgety and irritable with it despite trying to keep myself in check as I got through those days, biding my time and waiting.

Finally, it was time. I was told to remove my panties before going to meet him, which I duly did however exposed and slightly uncomfortable it made me. I could feel the cool air on my already slightly damp and aching pussy as I walked to meet him. He greets me warmly, smiling nicely like he is oblivious to the fact that I’m a needy mess and that just being near him has me growing damper in anticipation. On the drive to his place I am told to play with myself. Grateful I opted to wear a dress that day I slide my fingers under the skirt of my dress and start to slowly rub my clit. He glances at me as he drives and tells me to rub faster to bring myself to the edge and keep myself there. This simple statement tells me that I will not be bringing myself to orgasm on the drive to his place. I rub as I am told, feeling myself getting wetter and the ache building more the longer I keep myself dancing on that edge. Every time I back off, he seems to catch me and tells me to rub my clit firmer or faster, to get myself back to that edge again. It is one of the longest fifteen-minute drives of my life. At long last we reach his, he tells me to stay where I am until he tells me otherwise and to keep rubbing. He sits there watching me for a moment, demanding I rub faster until I am moaning and trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that has be building within me for the entire ride home, the orgasm I have been desperate for, for days. He tells me to stop, breathing hard I try to calm myself as we head inside. We both settle in. I pour us wine and he changes from work. He tells me to strip off everything but my silky dress. As we relax on the couch I try not to fidget or annoy him for the orgasm I am still so desperate for. He turns to me and tells me that I won’t be having an orgasm until nine o’clock that evening. I look at the clock it is barely five, I am in for one long evening.

He leaves me sitting on the couch, walks into the bedroom and returns with one of my favourite dildos. Placing it on the floor he instructs me to ride it while he orders dinner. I go kneel over it and slowly sink myself down onto it. I’m so wet that it slides in smoothly. I feel exposed kneeling on the floor riding this dildo knowing I am not going to be allowed to orgasm and having him sit there watching me as he orders us dinner. I start to whimper and moan as I ride it. I so needy and aroused that it is so tempting to push myself that little more and reach an orgasm but I know I will get into trouble and I so do want to do as I have been told. After several minutes he gets up and walks to me, places his hands lightly on my shoulders and pushes me down on the dildo firmer and faster than I had been previously moving, when he can see that I am on the deliciously tormenting edge he removes his hands and opens his pants so I can take him in my mouth. I continue to slowly ride the dildo as I know sucking him does not mean I can stop riding it, but sucking him turns me on so much that I can only go slowly or I risk accidentally reaching the orgasm I am not yet allowed. When he has had enough of my mouth, he steps back watching me again briefly before allowing me to stand and move back with him to the couch. He brings out a suction cup and attaches it to my pussy. Pumping it enough that I can feel my pussy beginning to engorge more than it already was from my own arousal. Flicking on a movie he settles in next to me as we begin to watch and wait for dinner. It is a weird sensation, sitting there trying to concentrate on a movie while I am hyper aware of my pussy, the need intensified with the additional blood flow to the area and this deep aching inside me to have my pussy filled. I know I squirm next to him, I can’t help it. My reactions to this are barely in my control, my mind so focused on giving myself to him and to please him that I ache more knowing that my squirming and that my desperation to orgasm pleases him, that I am in such a state because he wishes me to be so arouses me more. After a short while he removes the suction cup and slowly guides his fingers over my now super sensitised pussy. My lips and clit swollen, every little touch is an overloading sensation. He plays gently teasing me but within mere minutes or is it moments I am back at the edge once more. Whispering in my ear that he is going to keep me on this tormenting edge until dinner arrives, he continues to play. My sense of time disappearing as I moan and whimper desperately under his lightly stroking fingers. Eventually the doorbells rings and he stops. I can’t help my groan of despair at losing his fingers however much they are torturing me. He sends me to the door wearing only my silky dress and on wobbling legs, my breathing still uneven as I answer it. Sure that I am bright red and that it is very obvious what has been happening, aware that my stiff nipples will be on full display I quickly accept the meal and retreat back upstairs with it. I dish the meal and we begin to eat, but even during this I get very little reprieve as his hand still slides up my thigh and either rests near my pussy or his fingers lightly flick over my clit. He chuckles telling me its so that I don’t cool off too much. I hold back my eye roll and cheeky retort that about that being so likely to happen. Smiling I widen my legs to give him better access however much I know he will use it to torture me I also know I want his control over me. We finish our meal and I clear away the dishes. When I return he tells me to kneel at his feet and I take him into my mouth and suck him again as he relaxes. He tells me to rub my clit as I do despite knowing that just sucking him is enough to keep me very aroused. My hand slides down my body and between my legs. Finding myself slick and hot and still very sensitised from the earlier stimulation and suction cup I lightly slide my finger across my clit slowly rubbing in a small circle over it. He tells me to rub faster as he takes hold of my hair and guides my mouth up and down his cock faster occasionally holding my head down as I take him fully into my mouth. When I am let up my pussy is pulsing with need and repressed orgasm, I can feel my thighs are wet with my juices. He allows me to sit next to him for a while, as he lightly plays with me, enough to keep my aroused and needy and unfocused but not enough that he risks me reaching orgasm accidentally. When he is ready he pulls me over his knee. He fingers me, my pussy drenching his fingers. He starts slowly and builds up until I am begging to cum despite knowing it is not time and I won’t be allowed to. He stops and begins to lightly spank me. My body so high on sensation doesn’t register it as anything more than additional sensation and pleasure. He hears my moans of pleasure and watches me squirm on his lap. My back arching and my ass lifting to meet his hand that he begins to spank me firmer until I am forced to hold back yet another orgasm this one purely induced by his hand on my now hot behind. He repeats this a number of times, letting me rest just enough to come down from the edge before he fingers me or spanks me back to the edge all while I beg pointlessly to be allowed to orgasm. Eventually he moves us to the bedroom and continues this some more bringing me to the edge and holding me there before letting me relax just enough that I calm slightly. Each time he edges me it gets harder and harder to hold back the orgasm I am desperate to reach, beyond desperate, crazed for, and if it wasn’t for my own deep seated desire to please him and the knowledge that I would be punished for giving in I would have let myself go instead of fighting what I so much needed. He rolls me onto my back and smiles his sexy I’m not done with you yet smile and informs me I have ten minutes left. I don’t know if I should celebrate or cry. Ten minutes, how on earth will I last another ten minutes. I am amazed I have lasted as long as I have. He then tells me he is going to fuck me, that his cock is going to be deep inside me more those ten minutes, with this I know I am so so very screwed. Literally and figuratively. I adore feeling his cock inside me, I can’t help but want to cum long and hard when it is in side me and struggle so much to hold back my orgasms when he is inside me that I have no idea how I am going to survive the next ten minutes. Just the idea of him inside me has my pussy pulsing. He lifts my legs and begins to push inside me. My mind starts to overload at that sweet sensation of being entered, I am laying there panting and moaning fighting the orgasm that wants to rip through me just from his entering me. He moves so slowly and so gently but it doesn’t seem to matter I am riding the edge and fighting hard to not cum. It feels like it goes on forever the body fighting my submission, my submission fighting my body. I belong to him, my body belongs to him, my orgasm belongs to him, it is for his pleasure that I fight to hold back my own. I can’t help trying to glance at the clock but my mind is to far gone to actually register what it says. He chuckles at me and tells me I have a few more minutes to go. With this he picks up the pace and I try not to scream as the pleasure races through me stronger than ever, still fighting I hold on with everything I have until I hear the word I have been longing to hear for days. The one word that I think will end my torment. ‘Come’. He whispers in my ear that one word and my world explodes. My pussy pulses harder and longer than ever before. I can barely remember to breath as my orgasm hits me. I feel myself become crazed as it just goes on and on and on. I can’t stop it and I can’t stop myself. I beg for more, I beg him not to stop, I know I moan and scream and cry out as my orgasm rolls on. I know he switches from his cock fucking my pussy to a dildo but my orgasm doesn’t stop. My world is pure sensation, nothing else exists but this one never ending orgasm and not letting it stop. I take everything he gives me and I still beg blindly for more. When it finally subsides and I start to come back down to earth I try to catch my breath. Speech is beyond my capabilities as I try to absorb everything that just happened. I snuggle into him with what little strength I have left to move and rest. He holds me tight reassuringly and lets me settle. When I can finally manage to speak, I smile up at him and thank him for the orgasm. It is then that he tells me that I just orgasmed for ten minutes. Shocked I glance at the clock and sure enough it is well after ten past nine. My pussy still pulsing with after shocks of that one long mind-blowing orgasm.

Tags: bdsm, edging, submission


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