orgasm denial

Handoff, Part Four

(Parts 1-3 here.)

Every weekday morning, my bus to work passes the hotel D took me to. I’ll look up and, subconsciously, shift a little in my seat. It’s almost become a part of my commute now, seeing the hotel and remembering being spread open, being made small and helpless. I have felt myself become wet before, the sharpness of my memory manufacturing another sort of Pavlovian drooling entirely.
It wasn’t some sleazy hourly motel. Inevitably, I’ll see professionals in neatly pressed suits with their efficient black suitcases rolling along on the pavement behind them. Not to say that it was particularly swanky either. But I suppose my point here is that when I pass the hotel, I realize that I am perhaps the first and only person to have ejected a speculum onto its sheets.

The vibrations that had taken me over the edge were intense. At first, the speculum had rattled inside me when D lowered the head of the wand to the implement’s base. But I suppose I had clenched around it, because once it was still it was like a column of vibration, like something drilling into the earth. It went so deep that I nearly saw white. I don’t remember if I gave any cue that I was cumming – it’s become routine now for me to have to ask for it with partners – but I was before I knew it.

Afterwards, I had managed to steady my breathing. For whatever reason, over the past couple of years, I’ve been getting really good – if you can even call it a skill – at orgasming vaginally without clitoral stimulation. However, it’s often not nearly as intense. But my body doesn’t hold itself to its own rules. There’s this feeling that I get when I orgasm this way, like something in my head’s shifted just slightly and then something – endorphins? – is freed to rush out. Like twisting the kink out of a garden hose to release the pent up water. It’s more localized in my head than it is anywhere else in my body. But the feeling still lingered this time, made every part of me still feel alight and coiled. Even my clit was still tingling when I heard D switch the vibrator back on.

So I flinched at the idea of having more stimulation applied to it. I clenched up. And that’s when I felt the speculum slip out and found the telltale heat of shame crawling up the back of my neck.

”Ivy, we are going to finish this examination,“ I heard D say over the scrape of the speculum being closed. "Even if I have to bend you over the bed and insert it that way. Do you understand?”

I whined, but nodded nonetheless. The truth was that I was relieved to feel the speculum slide back inside me. I wanted it there, had missed the feeling of being held open almost immediately after the speculum had been pushed out. For as vulnerable and exposed as it made me feel, it also felt really, really good.
This time it wasn’t nearly as cold, and it slid home almost effortlessly. I wasn’t sure if he’d reapplied lube or if I was just that wet.

"Are you going to be a good girl and keep it in this time?” D asked, not waiting for my reply before he lowered the head of the wand to just above the hood of my clit. When D turned the vibrator on, I sucked in an inhale so sharply that it stung the arc of my hard palate.

D focused almost entirely on my clit this time, bringing me up near the point of orgasm before withdrawing once I neared the peak. A few minutes later, he’d done it again. Then again. Then again. Each time the window constricting slightly, even as he managed to get me closer and closer to plunging over with each edge. Soon, I was trembling, I was barely coming down between them. D was dragging the kind of cries out of me that scraped my throat raw as he worked me up and then withdrew, wordlessly, over and over.

For a while, it all blurred together. I don’t remember if I begged or not. I don’t remember when he withdrew the speculum. I recall being told to hold the vibrator against my clit by trapping it between my bent knees, but my legs quaked too hard for me to keep it still, even after two attempts and a sharp slap to my thigh. And I don’t even remember if he ever let me cum and, if so, how many times he did, though he must have. Because when he removed the bandage from my eyes, the room was for a moment soft and swollen. I felt like I was floating despite the heaviness in my limbs.

D had lain down beside me on the bed. As I blinked my vision back to steadiness, he pulled me into him. We’d take a break, he explained. He wasn’t done with me yet. “But I’m going to keep you just like this for a moment,” he murmured against my skin. “I want you to stay right here."

I’ve got this new kink for that thing when Pup fucks me while I’m still wet from someone else fucking me. Ever since that night we fucked right after I had sex with Rex for the first time, it’s something I’ve really, really enjoyed.

After Leo left the other day, Pup and I lazed around in bed for a while. He was a little hungover from the night before and I was about ready for a nap, but our fingers defied our bodies’ otherwise insistent exhaustion. I backed up against him and we egged each other on with furtive brushes of fingertips. Before I knew it, he was asking to enter me and I obliged, my pussy wet and ready from his touch and, more likely by how easily he slipped in, from Leo as well.

It made me feel like a sex toy, almost, the fact that my body had yielded so easily to him, the fact that I’d taken someone else not long before. I told him so and he chuckled. “You are, then,” he said as he fucked me in sharp, urgent thrusts. “That’s exactly what you are.”

I felt myself climbing towards orgasm and his hand clamped onto my shoulder, as though to steer me away. “Don’t you cum now,” he murmured against my neck. “Hold back, baby.”

For a bit, I succeeded. Until he reached down between my legs and I felt the muscles in my thighs quake as he stroked my clit. “No,” I protested, my words choked by a gasp. “Why would you…”

Even though he was behind me, I could hear the smirk in his voice. “I want to,” he replied. “So keep holding it.”

Sir had me edge myself three times today.

I whined to Flint about it, who then proceeded to make me edge three more times for complaining to him.

If anybody needs me, follow the puddles to where I’ll be pouting for eternity.

Piss Shy, Part Thirteen

Disclaimer: The content of this story is a little bit harsher and a little more intense than most of the experiences I have written about on here. Please keep in mind that I had safe words – “yellow” for slow down or do less, “red” for stop. The things I did were done willingly and enthusiastically, even when I demonstrated reluctant or fearful behavior. I like to be scared and I like to feel psychologically exhausted, and this experience allowed me to tread some harsher waters. So, I hope you’ll stick along for the ride.

“Ivy,” I heard Flint say from the couch, “get up.”

“No!” I pouted, staying curled up on the floor with my hands over my face.

“Get up, I have something to tell you,” he insisted.

I huffed. “You can tell me down here.”

His hands slipped under my shoulders and he pulled me up to my knees in front of him. Taking my face in his hands, he smiled tenderly and said, “Sir said you could cum tonight. As many times as you wanted.”

The gentle smile curled up into a smirk. WRM started cracking up behind me. I reached up and wiped a few tears from my cheek, barely able to process the total mindfuck that the entire evening had been. “You fucking asshole,” I exclaimed and slapped him.

By now, he and WRM were in stitches, bent and laughing as I started punching him in the leg. “I can’t fucking believe this. You fucker. You actual douche. You total dickbag. I thought I was going to drink piss.”

Grabbing my phone, I sent a text to Sir in all caps that simultaneously thanked him for the crazy emotional rollercoaster and reprimanded him for the crazy emotional rollercoaster. I called him a few choice names. Flint only laughed harder. “Oh, he didn’t know I was going to tell you you couldn’t cum. You probably just got yourself a tally for that.”

Thankfully, I didn’t.

Piss Shy, Part Eleven

Thankfully, my pussy got sore from the hitachi before I came, so I spared myself the consequences of that. The blindfold came off and went on Lida, who laid down on the towel. Flint put the hitachi on her clit and I ended up holding her hand with one hand while texting Sir with the other to check in and let him know that I had managed to hold off cumming.

It kind of reminded me of that story of how Mozart wrote music with one hand while holding his wife’s during labor with the other. Give me credit here. Texting one-handed is hard.

Lida’s got a hair-trigger as far as cumming goes, so she was launched into this spell of basically rolling orgasms rather quickly. She’s a cute little tiny girl, and she becomes a mess of little pouts and whines when she starts cumming. It’s kind of the cutest thing ever.

“Macy,” Flint said, taking the hitachi off of Lida’s clit, “go take Lida into the corner and have her teach you how to make her cum.” As the two retreated into the corner, Flint pointed between WRM and I, “and you two, over here.” He gestured to the couch.

I looked over my shoulder to see Macy busily burying her face into Lida’s pussy before joining WRM and Flint over at the couch.

Piss Shy, Part Ten

We moved back into the living room and Lida and I mercifully got a little break after the degradation in the bathroom. Flint pulled the blindfold over Macy’s eyes and had her lie down, while I helped Lida and WRM hold her still as Flint spanked her pussy. The slaps were so hard that her skin rippled, but she took the whole ordeal like a trooper. She even handled him hitting her with a toy that looked like the antenna on a car from the 90s.

Afterwards, Flint had me lie back down while the other girls held me. “You ever hear of a hitachi?” he asked as the blindfold went on. I groaned an affirmative and he laughed. “You know what it is, then?”

“Hell,” I replied with a huff. “This isn’t fair, I’m not allowed to cum.”

I heard Flint plug the hitachi in and felt its end push up against my pussy. “Well, then don’t.” He switched it on and I gritted my teeth, breathing hard and trying to keep myself under control.

I’ve never had a hitachi pushed up against my pussy before without panties or stockings to act as a buffer, and I soon discovered that I am entirely too sensitive for it. I kept arching up and away from it, exclaiming that it was just entirely too much. To add to the discomfort, WRM shoved some of her fingers into my pussy. She’s got long nails, which just do not work with fingering at all (I don’t know how the girls in lesbian porn do it). Overall, the whole ordeal was profoundly awful, so I guess I didn’t have to worry about cumming.

That is, until Flint took charge of the situation once WRM withdrew her fingers and, thankfully, the hitachi was removed from my pussy. “Macy, come here,” I heard him say, “Learning experience.” I felt his fingers – they were large enough that I figured they weren’t Macy’s – slip into my pussy, which was still sore from WRM’s nails. “Here’s how to make a girl cum.”

My eyes widened under the blindfold and I tried to squirm away, “no! I can’t!”

“Now, take two fingers and try to find the spongy part right up in the back,” he explained calmly, didactically, totally ignoring my protests. I whined as I felt his fingers brush my g-spot. He patted my pubis almost clinically, “it should be right here but on the inside."

His fingers slipped out of me and I felt Macy’s slip in in their place. Lida and WRM held me down while Flint took a cold water bottle and rolled it over my body. The low temperature almost burned, and the condensation left in its wake made my skin incredibly sensitive as he started slapping it.

"You’re a whore, you know that?” Flint said as he grabbed my throat, choking me while Macy ground her fingers into my g-spot. “You met these people, what, a week ago? Do you know anybody’s last name here?”

“N…no,” I stammered out as he let go of my throat. Something in me snapped out of the seriousness of the situation, and I started laughing. I didn’t know anybody’s last name, and I absolutely loved that. The whole situation was absurd, preposterous. I’d thrown myself into the belly of the beast, finally attended a play party in my new city, and suddenly I was involved in a fivesome (orgy?) with four people I’d just met. “I’m a whore,” I said between laughs, “I’m a whore.”

Flint grabbed hold of my throat once more, which pulled me back into the situation. Macy ground my g-spot harder, and I lurched forward as I felt a splash from the bottle of cold water being dumped onto my chest. I gasped loudly and Flint slapped my breast, the cold water intensifying the pain of the hit.

I forget what I said now, but it was something super sassy towards Flint. Suddenly, I felt pain tearing through my chest and upper rib, and I though that Flint had hit me with the bottle. Turns out, he just slapped me a little harder. Regardless, I curled up, groaning in pain. “You asshole. You’re a jerk.”

“Glad you figured it out,” Flint rolled me back into position on the towel and I felt the hitachi being applied to my pussy again. “Now, I don’t care that you’re not allowed to cum. You’re here to entertain us and we’re going to make you cum.”

“I’ll get in trouble!” I argued, arching off of the hitachi.

Flint applied pressure to my hips, holding me down. “Good.”

Sweetheart gets incentives for good work.

It’s great work that lets her follow through, though.

The Party Sub, Part Five

Sir and I rejoined the group in the main area and he wandered over to the guy who was beating presumably his partner with a flogger. He’d really liked the material of his flogger, apparently, and struck up a conversation about impact play and the fact that he made his own implements for this sort of stuff.

Being a little bit subspaced, I just sort of stood on by and smiled. The guy was going through his bag of toys, explaining to Sir what he had brought. The two were comparing strategies, so to speak, and the guy mentioned that he had a hitachi. To Sir’s delight, it was purple.

“I’ve never used a hitachi,” I shared, “I mean, I have a crappy knockoff, but not the real thing.”

Somehow, I had agreed to let this guy use his hitachi on me and I found myself walking up to the loft with the girl who had been flogged. She was super sweet (she could probably see I was ~~a little~~ super nervous) and helped me sit down on the bed. Sir stood beside me and ran his hand through my hair while the guy plugged his hitachi into the wall.

Before he started, he knelt down in front of me and asked me about limits, any kind of joint issues, etc. I’m someone who finds attention to consent like that super sexy, and I got a little blushy and flustered and said something silly to the extent of “just do what you’d like.”

He moved over to my right and took hold of the hitachi. He lined it up with the inside of my thigh and let his free hand settle on my lower belly to steady me as he switched it on. I wasn’t sure where to look as he proceeded to tease the head over my thighs, down my legs, across the hem of my panties. Sir still stood at my side, the hitachi-wielder’s partner was seated behind me on the bed, and the guy was down on the ground, making me moan and squirm and blush.

“It’s her first time with a hitachi,” the partner announced proudly, clapping me on the shoulder, and I became aware of the fact that some people had probably heard me and had come over to watch. I averted my gaze to the floor and looked into the eyes of the guy with the hitachi. He smirked and brought it right over my clit through the fabric of my panties.

I gasped and bucked against him, and as he held a bit more firmly with the hand on my torso, Sir explained, “she’s not allowed to cum yet. It’s too early in the night.”

Maybe I had expected that he would find Sir irrational or something. But, when I exclaimed that I was cumming, he quickly moved the hitachi away and onto my thigh before I could. I huffed in frustration and started begging. “Please,” I pleaded, arching my lower back to try to meet the hitachi, “please, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll be a good girl.” I figured the sincerity would be enough to sway him, without having to make good on that promise.

“She gets a little silly when she’s needy,” Sir explained with a chuckle.

The guy just grinned wider and ran the hitachi over the ball of my foot. Being ticklish, I squealed and tried to move away. “Well it’s not up to me,” he replied to my pleads, “and you’ve got to earn those orgasms, you can’t just have them."

Fuck. Naturally he had to side with Sir on this one.

He took me up to the edge again. Sir was smiling down at me, rubbing my shoulder. When I looked in front of me, a guy was staring from the steps up to the loft, smirking. The guy had applied so much pressure on my lower belly to try to keep me steady that I pressed too hard and fell back. I nearly died on the spot when I felt a pair of hands behind me pull me back up to sit, and I glanced back to see the man in the tuxedo – now with significantly less clothing – who had let us in at the beginning of the evening.

Despite how exposed I felt and how anxious from all the attention, I realized I was about to cum again. He’d taken the hitachi up to the second speed, as if his partner had informed me, and I was barely holding it together. Once more, I shared and I was denied. I pouted, bucking against the guy’s hand and letting out a frustrated squeal. "Come on, please?”

The guy laughed and switched the vibrator off, unplugging the cable. “Well,” he said, “aren’t you a whiner?” I tried to object but, of course, all I could manage to do was just whine about it.

Sir sat down on the bed and I laid across his lap while he stroked my hair and told me what a good girl I had been for being so brave. I was really proud of myself.

“I hope you let her cum tonight,” said the guy’s partner as Sir handed her a riding crop. She hit me on the pussy a few times, but was so careful and light about it that it was kind of sweet. “I think she deserves it.”

The Adventures of Sir, Sweetheart and Mr. Purple, Part Two

“But, Sweetheart,” Sir said, chuckling as I slipped my panties down and spread my legs. “It’s supposed to go in your butt.”

I pouted and shook my head, “it’s too big. I want to feel it in my pussy.” Maybe it wasn’t the biggest, it wasn’t more than half of an inch thicker than my buttplug. But, it was long and curved and looked a little threatening. And, worst of all, it vibrated. On ten different speeds. TEN OF THEM.

Sir leaned down between my legs and started to tease my pussy with his fingers so that I would be wet enough to take the toy. I shivered, excited and thrilled to be touched by him again after so long. When I had gotten wet enough, he eased the vibrator into my pussy.

Slowly, he took me through the speeds. One after the other, I felt myself slipping closer to orgasm, then jumping a bit from a few with some abrupt speeds, then settling in as he left it on at a consistent hum.

“Baby,” he teased, “look what you’ve done. You’ve leaked right out onto my sheet.”

I blushed and reached up to cover my face.

chattelprod:

Keep him hard, but don’t let him cum.

Yes Daddy.

Ride your dildo, but don’t you get off without permission either, understood?

Yes Daddy.

I’ll be back in an hour, and both of you had better be busy, frustrated, and dripping. If you’re a good girl then we’ll lock your pet up in his chastity device and put the strap on attachment on him, would you like that?

Yes Daddy.

Good, now tease him, train your pet like i’ve trained you, and you can earn your orgasm for later today.

The notion of him not being allowed to fuck her with his own cock does stuff to me.