quitemystery:

Speed is a funny thing.

If you go to fast it might not feel good.

If you go to slow it might not feel good.

So as an exercise we going to see speeds that work for you.

Start by going here:

http://www.metronomeonline.com/

You’ll be doing two orgasms a day if you can make them in 5 minutes. the one in the morning will be your slow orgasm. The one in the evening will be your fast one. No touching your pussy at all out side of this. Don’t get greedy.

Day 1

Start at 120 bpm. Spend no more than 5 minutes and cum if you can. Write down if you did, and how long it took you.

Now in the evening, do 125 bpm. Write down the same things.

Day two:

Morning: 115 bpm

Evening 130 bpm

Day three:

Morning: 110 bpm

Evening 135 bpm

Now, you’ll continue on until your down at 40 bpm in the morning and 205 in the evening.

I’ll be interested to see the results. In the end it might be too slow in the morning to cum and too fast in the evening. Wouldn’t that be delightful?

This is 16 days… And I just decided that I’m going to do this. I might go on no-touch for my period and resume once my period is over, too. Oh boy. Fun fact: I have never been able to come from rubbing. Hands-free is the only way I’ve every been able to reach orgasm. I have a feeling I may be condemning myself to a bit of orgasm denial.

quitemystery:

Can you imagine counting for me? One rub, one thrust for each little number that you force out of your lips until we have to stop to keep you from cumming. How high will you get? 40? 50?

When I start again…you won’t make it that far. Maybe to 30 that time….

Then down to the 20’s…and suddenly I’ll only be able to do it 2-3 times…and then even once will be almost too much.

Getting down to that once…that moment where you can’t come down from being horny, and at the same time can’t push past and cum either…is a pretty amazing moment for us both. I want it to last for a very long time.

And I want to see if I can’t get you to a step beyond that….where even if I leave you just trying to relax and breath for a few minutes, that it won’t matter. Just a few little touches and your right back on the edge.

That’s when we can take a brake and go shopping. Or perhaps out to dinner. But don’t worry, while we are out there are ways of keeping you close still. 

Oh no…like I said I don’t want you falling down. I want it to last and last and last…

quitemystery:

Just your fingertips…just light pressure.

Watching you on Skype was always an interesting experience for both of us. You had slipped a couple of times recently and so had lost the right to touch while not being monitored.

Of course when I monitored, I couldn’t help but give directions. And when I gave directions it always made it much harder than on your own. These two second circles were a great example of that. You could hold back for a while doing them but not long.

Then I’d let you rest and start again.

You’d beg me and whine and I’d simply say….

“Sweetie, if you’re going to be a better little slut for me you have to learn.”

Though admittedly, the more I watched, the more turned on I got, the harder I liked to make it. 

“Would you like to touch your pussy more firmly?”

I knew the answer would be yes sir. I knew you wanted that so badly. But I also knew it would only make things worse…I wasn’t going to let you cum tonight. That was the plan. But of course you didn’t know that.

“Is that better sweetie? Does that feel better on your little pussy.”

Of course it felt better. That was the curse wasn’t it….

“Stop.”

Oh how I love that little whimper you give when I stop you. How I love to hear you tell me how much you’ll do anything for me. How I love to hear you sounding so little. Its just simply delightful.

“No no sweetie, I don’t think we better do any more. Your not cumming tonight and I don’t think you could handle it.”

And of course the irony is that this you don’t like…when in actuality its probably the best thing for you to stop now. But you never want to stop now do you?

That poor little pussy of yours confuses you so when I toy with it. You can’t really blame me can you?