orgasm denial
4 months?! Sirrrrr, I can’t wait THAT long
StandardRules for Tease and Denial Hot Potato
StandardNumber of players:
At least three, but in this case, the more the merrier.
Equipment:
A timer.
Perhaps some personal lubrication and
various sex toys, implements, and protection in direct correlation to the
limits and preferences of the participants.Probably chairs for the “Teasers” to sit at while the… oh,
let’s call them Victims… go in a circle around the Teasers.The play:
The players are divided into “Teasers” and “Victims.” An
ideal game will have one more Teaser than Victim, but the game can be played
with an equal number of Teasers and Victims. (If there are more Teasers than
Victims, then teams may be used.)The game is inspired by a CFNM story, so of course the
writer’s conception is that the Victims are likely to be male and the Teasers
are women, but any combination of any gender is perfectly fine depending on the
limits, flexibility, and proclivities of the players.All players will discuss their limits and, as a group,
decide on what the over all limitation is on sexual contact.Teasers will sit in a circle, possibly around a table upon
which the various lubrication and toys can be placed. The playing area must be
maintained in such a way as to provide a smooth area for the Victims to move
from Teaser to Teaser.Victims will take off all their clothes. Teasers may dress
(or not) as appropriate to the negotiated limits.The Victims are randomly assigned a starting position in any
manner that seems fair. One person (perhaps one of the Teasers can be appointed
judge or a non-playing Referee can be selected to decide infractions and proper
forfeits) will start the timer. Any time can be selected, but one minute seems
like an appropriate starting time.For that minute, the Teaser shall attempt to bring the
Victim in front of them as close to orgasm as possible. If the Victim in front
of them has an orgasm, however, the Teaser loses and both that Teaser and that
Victim are removed from the game.The goal, therefore, of each Teaser is to bring their Victim
as close to orgasm as possible by the time the timer goes off, so that the
Victim will orgasm at the next
Teaser’s position.The methods used are dependent entirely on the negotiation
conducted prior to the game. However, all players must agree to the maximum
amount of sexual conduct allowed. In other words, in order to be fair, the
Victims may not have varying limits from Victim to Victim; there must be a
collective and agreed-to limit.If hypnosis is used as an aid for these activities, Teasers
are not allowed to use trigger words on any Victim not in front of them, and
may not use a delayed trigger.The winner is the Teaser who has managed not to make any of the Victims orgasm.
(In a game with an equal number of Teasers and Victims, the final Teaser and
Victim are “winners.”)Prizes can be determined as appropriate.
Game Variants:
1) Hypnotic Hot Potato: Teasers do not touch the Victims,
but use hypnosis to bring the Victims to orgasm.2) JOI Hot Potato: Teasers, again, do not touch the Victims,
but use instructions that the Victim in front of them must follow. For this variant, a Referee really should be present
to decide if the Victim(s) followed instructions.3) Bondage hot potato: Victims are in the center of the
circle and do not (or cannot) move. Whether they are tied down to a chair or
other apparatus, or because of hypnosis, the Victims stay immobile while the
Teasers switch at each timer. If agreed to, the Victims can be required to wear
blindfolds. Play proceeds as above.4) Switchplay Hot Potato: The Referee rolls a die (or dice)
every time the timer goes off. Each position is designated with a number. If a
position’s number is rolled, the Victim and the Teaser at that position switch
places. Alternatively, if a “six” on a six-sided die is rolled, all Victims and
Teasers switch places. Play proceeds as normally.5) Random Time Hot Potato: The Referee randomly chooses a
time between 20 seconds and 5 minutes every time the timer goes off. The
players therefore do not know when the next switch will occur.6) Teaser Team Hot Potato: if there are more Teasers than
Victims, Teasers may comprise teams. If this means that there are solo Teasers,
the team Teasers may be given handicaps (may only use their left hands; may not
use certain implements; may not talk to their Victims) as appropriate.7) Victim Team Hot Potato: if there are more Victims than
Teasers, Victims may comprise a team. However, the Victim team loses if either
one has an orgasm, and Teasers have their choice of whether to work with one or
both Victim in the team. Teasers may also conspire to focus their attention on
one or the other Victim, provided that each Victim team member must be
“handled” on every round.8) Points Hot Potato: If there are many more Victims than
Teasers, the game begins with as many Victims as Teasers. As the Victims
orgasm, they are replaced, and the Teaser stays in the game, but earns a point.
The game continues until all Victims have orgasmed at least once. The Teaser
with the fewest number of points wins.
My only question is: WHEN?
Such a torment.
Beyond desperation is a mental space where she’ll want it to never end.
Good Girl
StandardIt was a quiet evening. I was entertaining myself at the computer. I occasionally glanced at my girl, who was in the chair next to me. Naked, of course, except for the cuffs. Her legs were pulled up, her feet on the armrests. She was masturbating for my amusement, using both hands. We spent most evenings this way. It’s a simple joy, but I am a man of simple pleasures.
She gasped a bit and pulled her hands away, clenched into fists. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I knew she’d take a few seconds to cool down, be less close to the edge, and then continue. Her masturbation was for my amusement, not hers. She was not allowed release.
When she continued I turned in my chair and stroked her cheek. “What’s up, cupcake? You’ve been giving me meaningful looks all day. Something you want to talk about?”
She blushed. It was such a cute habit of hers. “Please, Sir, I was wondering… I was hoping you’d let me cum today? I really need it, Sir, it’s been such a long time. I can’t stop thinking about it, Sir. I’ve been a good girl, Sir.”
“Have you, now? Well, let’s see. How long has it been, about a month?”
“Fifty-four days, Sir.”
I laughed. “Wow, you actually kept count! You’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you?”
She blushed and nodded. “Please, Sir. I’ve been so good.”
“Hmm, really? Were you a good girl during no-touch week?”
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t touch myself there at all. It was very difficult, Sir.”
I cupped her cheek. “It was difficult for me too, sweetling. I missed our evening sessions.”
I thought back some more. “What about during anal dildo week?”
“I was a good girl then, too, Sir. I masturbated… like you said… every evening. You were very proud, Sir. I remember.”
“Hmm, but you made a bit of a mess of it once, didn’t you?”
She blushed and looked down. “I licked it up, Sir, I was a good girl.”
“But wait a minute, I remember giving you permission to cum a few weeks ago. Why didn’t you?”
She blushed again. “I couldn’t, Sir.”
“Ah yes, that was the day I put all those clamps on your cunny.”
“It was because of the one on my clitty, Sir. It hurt so much.”
“Oh right, I remember now. And then you traded permission to take it off for two more weeks not cumming, right?”
She nodded.
I laughed. “I see! And that was exactly fourteen days ago, was it? Now I understand what’s going on.”
“I was extra good, Sir. Oh, please, Sir, I want it so bad.”
Her hands were still busy between her legs. I hadn’t given her permission to stop, after all. Most of our conversations are conducted this way. I stroked her face, and rested my thumb on her lips. She started sucking it instinctively. She’s a well trained girl.
“Well, I think you’re right. You have been a very good girl indeed. And of course…”
She looked up at me, eyes wide and hopeful. So fucking cute.
“… of course, good girls don’t cum.”
She caught her breath, stifled a sob. Then she closed her eyes and nodded.
Such a good girl.
To say she was suffering would be quite the understatement. Having agreed to participate in the drug trial which promised to net her a tidy little sum of money for what seemed to be quite an erotic experience, she had no idea that it would become this torturous.
While she fully understood that a drug would be administered to entirely debilitate her, rendering her unable to move, she did not expect this level of stimulation. When they had told her that they wanted to test her levels of sexual response while under the drug, she thought they’d meant some light touching and fondling for a few minutes; now that she’d been here for over an hour, she realised just how wrong she was. Trapped within the near motionless prison that was her own body, she was only able to moan; no matter how much she tried, she could not scream out and beg for them to stop torturing her pussy with stimulation. Repeatedly the woman in charge of administering the stimulation finger-fucked her dripping wet opening and massaged her pulsating clitoris without relenting for even a moment. It hadn’t taken long for the tormented girl to realise that the drug not only inhibited any motion, it also prevented her from being able to climax. The rushing tide of orgasm seemed to ceaselessly push against the barriers of her sexual need for release to no avail, just constantly building without respite, making her body and mind feel ready to explode, unable to cope nor control it.
The test would be over once the drug wore off, which would be when her orgasm could finally tear free from the shackles of her drug-induced denial. It would be an orgasm that, once it arrived, would be enough to make her pass out, though sadly for her, it would be nearly another hour of tortured longing before such wonderful, much needed release.
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It was late last night, we both should have been asleep. “You’re not very good at being teased you know,” he said with a smirk while I writhed and begged and whined. He wanted to see if I could cum just from having my pussy slapped. He had been edging me for what felt like a fucking lifetime, I was arching my back off of the bed, straining against the restraints. We don’t usually play this way together. I wanted to cum so bad and he knew it. “All you need is for me to un-clip that right hand and you’d rub that little pussy and cum in seconds, wouldn’t you?” “Pleeeeeeease” I whined when he switched from his hands to the leather paddle. “Harder?” he asked (surprised). “Yeah,” I moaned as he smacked my most delicate parts. I could have cum from that sensation alone but every time I was close he stopped short to watch me curse and squeal. His tongue against my clit after the sting of the paddle was exquisite, warm wet surges that he never let go too far before denying me again. “Stop your whining and spread your legs.”
*clears throat*
curiouserandcuriouserfuckdoll:
My Master strapped me down like this with the vibrator on random. He put on some really hot lesbian bdsm porn and told me I wasn’t allowed to cum. He then left to play computer games.
My cock stock makes some of the men in my stable weep when they see it as they know it means they are going to be teased and edged for hours.
yes please
Denial December
Provided you teased yourself to a frenzy this weekend, today you are free to touch and edge as much or as little as you like! I know some of you would like more specific instructions. Tough. Call it masturbation instruction denial. 😉
I hadn’t been available over the weekend again, but I know others have been reading your updates and I look forward to seeing them soon!
One participant contacted me over the weekend and told me that she decided she really liked this frustrated, aroused feeling and, like denied-vixen, wasn’t sure she wanted to trade it in for an orgasm right away on January 1st. What about the rest of you who haven’t gone this long before? Have you considered whether or not you really want to cum as soon as you’re allowed?
Uuuuggggghhhh, I wish I’d been able to participate in this.
So envious of and impressed by the fine folks who are taking part & staying wet. Super-cool of femsubdenial to organize this and keep it running. Or super-hot. Yeah, super-hot.