“I leave it to you to edge 10 times. I want your nipples clamped when you try. You may use the dildo and anal plug. You may use the Hitachi as well. On your sealed pussy. I also want you to wear your blindfold, cock gag, and sluttiest outfit (heels, stockings, revealing clothes) and kneel near a window where you MIGHT be seen.“
“If you succeed, your reward will be 1 hour of teasing your clit with the feathers – no edging, just teasing. And then a requirement of 100 more edges with your Hitachi. Stay blindfolded and gagged for this. I also want you to post about how it all goes on your Tumblr.”
“If you fail me, you will keep the glue on until tomorrow. And then you owe me 200 Hitachi edges after you remove it. You will also be required to wear your plug non-stop (apart from bathroom breaks) for the rest of the week (until Saturday)”
Those were the orders given to me by @denied-and-dripping. Yesterday at around lunch time, he ordered me to super glue my pussy shut for the first time, as a way of helping out my anal only kink. Just not being able to access it was enough to make me dripping wet!! And then there was what I had to do once I got home from work…
True to my word, I changed into my most revealing outfit (lots of leg, lots of cleavage) and got myself set up. I was wet by the time I slid the cock gag between my lips. Then I set up my dildo on the floor and lubed it up, squatting over it and letting it slide into my tight ass. My dress was so short that squatting completely revealed my pussy, and I was in front of a window where anyone might come by and be able to see. I had to pull my tits out of the dress so I could clamp them as well. I was shivering as I slid the blindfold over my eyes.
I began to ride the cock and switched on my Hitachi. Pressing it against my sealed pussy was MUCH more frustrating than I thought it would be. I could barely feel anything!! How was I going to do ten edges like this?? How was I going to take that punishment??
I whimpered and continued to try. It was humiliating, I felt like a complete and utter slut. I thought about how much it would turn me on for someone to walk by and see me. I thought about how much I loved having my ass filled while my pussy was ignored, even though I wanted the cock in my pussy more than anything. I got hornier and hornier, thinking about how I agreed to not cum until my marathon session on New Year’s Eve.
Then I thought about my upcoming year of denial. My year. Of. Denial. This was going to be a long-term change. I’m not going to get to cum. I’m going to be a denial slut who can only edge and take cock wherever I desperately need it most – or wherever someone thinks I should. I managed to reach my first edge.
I have no idea how long it took, but after my legs were aching, my ass was sore, my nipples were screaming and my cunt was weeping openly onto the floor, I managed to reach ten edges. I turned off the wand, shakily got off the cock, took off the clamps, took off the blindfold and crawled on all fours into the bathroom. Still gagged, trailing cunt juice all the way there. I couldn’t get the glue off fast enough. But my torture was not over yet.
I laid on my bed, clothespinned my pussy open for easy access, set a timer on my phone and redid my blindfold. I got out a stiff, slick feather and began to tease my wet clit with it. I. Nearly. Cried. It was SO TEASING. My clit needed hard stimulus and all it was getting was a tickle. I whimpered and whined and forced my trembling legs to stay open. I was so happy when I finally heard the timer go off. I almost didn’t believe it was even real when I heard it.
I lunged for my Hitachi and it took me seconds to reach the edge. My crying only got worse when I realized this would be much worse, having to do 100 hard and fast edges while still not finding release. I lost my mind and it was all I could do to keep count. Once I reached 100, I turned it off, used my last ounce of strength to take off the gag and blindfold, and passed right out to sleep.
It was one of the best experiences of my life. I’m even hornier today. Year of denial, here I come…or not.
Very well done. You truly are a denial toy. I hope your year of denial is a thousand times worse than this sample of your suffering. And if I had my choice, it would be.
Yum.
