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@amonochromerose
when i continue denying my orgasm, i find myself subconsciously edging constantly. rubbing my thighs together; waking up to a damp pillow wedged between my legs and the desperate, shaky jerks of my pelvis; thoughtlessly rubbing away at my puffy clit before realizing that my hand ended up there...my pussy starts to rule my brain
i’ve started to crave the fade of pleasure that comes after an edge. pulling my fingers away from my exposed clit and just feeling the ache set in, pussy clenching on nothing, pulls my mind farther and farther from reality until all that’s left is my throbbing clit
Tell me how you’d make me cry
I’ve always wanted to make a little fucktoy cry from frustration, from arousal, from desperation. Probably mixed with a healthy dose of humiliation, knowing me.
I’d keep you denied, for weeks, as long as it took, all the while teasing you, and using your body for my own pleasure. Teasing would mostly involve making you do humpies on things – my leg, your pillow, random furniture, etc. – but ensuring you didn’t get excited enough to get close to the edge, since any accidents could ruin your progress.
Once I felt you were sufficiently desperate, I’d begin letting you get close to the edge, as a reminder of what you’re being denied. I surely wouldn’t keep you denied forever, so at some point you’ll be allowed to have cummies, again. I would just be sure to toy with that idea as much as possible in order to keep you hopeful and achy and wanting.
Eventually, the mere idea of orgasm would be so compelling and laden with desire for nearly-forgotten pleasures that any mention of allowing you that luxury would cause an even greater swelling of anticipatory need. At that point I would begin to build up the event in your mind, telling you how amazing it will feel after being denied for so long, how intense your release will be, how overwhelmed you’ll be from pleasure. I’ll create an idealized, irrational, unrealistic expectation of orgasmic enjoyment for you to fetishize as you suffer continued frustration and denial.
Then, finally, I would arrange a circumstance, filled with humiliation, naturally, where you know you’ll be allowed to earn your cummies. you would struggle, desperate for your orgasm, to debase and degrade yourself sufficiently to please me. Eventually, you would earn it, and I’d build up the moment even further, telling you how you’ll be cumming on my cock, while bound and debased, and how good you’re about to feel. I’d build you up, working your body slowly to heights of arousal you can’t fathom. And just as you begin to tip over that edge into long-awaited release, I’d ruin it. I’d ruin you.
I’d pull out, pin you in place so you can’t even squeeze your thighs together, holding you there while you thrash and beg and plead. Once the tortuous ruin has passed, I’ll take my pleasure from your throat, despite, or because of, your continued begging.
Whether you’re in tears or not at this point isn’t really material. What is of import, is whether I’m satisfied with your suffering, or if we’ll have to just start over and push you further next time. Because there will always be a next time.
Getting her used to it
Every evening, they made her cum hard and repeatedly. Even as they took measurements for her chastity belt. Even after it arrived and they made her wear it overnight. Even after they noted some chafing and it disappeared for a few days, returning slightly modified and much more comfortable, fitting her perfectly. Even as she was forced to wear it more often. Even as she found herself locked into it every minute, even to shower once she was taught how to rinse herself clean while locked, except for when they were inspecting her, using her, and forcing her to cum.
She thought she knew what was coming… except that’s when the nightly forced orgasm torture became even more intense and sadistic instead. “Are you ready?” they’d taunt her after wringing out another orgasm, “Cum nice and hard for us, it might be your last for months. Do you know how long you’ve been here, cumming hard every night? Do you remember how difficult that was the first few nights when your body wasn’t used to it? When all these orgasms were too much for you? But now you’re used to it, aren’t you, toy? Now you’re able to cum, and cum, and cum, and now you’ve stopped fighting to keep your sanity and just give in, don’t you? Now, your body needs it. Expects it. Craves it. Can you guess what it will be like on the first of many, many nights where you stay locked, slut? Oh my, did you just cum again while thinking about that? Good girl! Cum again for me! Cum and memorize what it feels like to cum. Cum for us like it’s the last orgasm you’ll ever have!
"Good girl! Do you want what comes next, yet? Do you want to find out how mind-bendingly desperate we can make you? We know exactly when you’re about to cum. We’ll know exactly when to stop to deny you these wonderful spasms. That your cunt will be extra sensitive from weeks of being locked away without even a feather’s teasing strokes? That will just make it easier for us to torment you. Imagine what an entertaining you you’ll be, the look on your face when we lock the belt back on without even letting you edge.
"Cum again for us. Cum again while thinking about how you’re so wet now, every time we unlock you. That slutty cunt is so ready to cum again and again for us every night, now. It rules you, now, doesn’t it? Awww, I know, honey, it’s too much. Don’t worry, pet, you’ll miss them when they’re gone! Or, hey, worry all you like, but your cum-soaked brain doesn’t get a say either way, does it, toy?
Really feeling the need to be like... tied down, legs and pussy lips spread open, and just having my clit slowly teased and tormented with brushes, feathers, arousel gel, and a wand until I'm hard and swollen, dripping and begging through my gag for at least an edge, but just being made to take it
who wants to hire me as their maid i’m not gonna clean im just gonna wear a cute maid outfit dust like 6 things and bend down a lot
i just want to suck on a dom’s cock. he deserves the orgasm, not me.
denial entry 1
this week is my first time ever trying denial. I started on monday and today is wednesday. i edged myself in the mornings and nights of the first two days, but today i tried to not touch myself at all. this is the horniest ive ever been in my life. my pussy is throbbing and all i can think about is the desire to rub my clit or shove something up my ass. i’ve been nonstop watching porn and only allowing myself to play with my nipples. i’m rewarding myself with a ruin tomorrow if i make it all day without touching my naughty pussy. wish me luck
it ok to not be ready
Please spread this shit like wildfire. People go on and sit through the whole experience and they’re uncomfortable because they just want to please their partner and they don’t tell them that they want to stop because they are not ready. It’s okay not to be ready.
notice here that consent is revoked without ever saying no and consent goes so far beyond yes/no!!!!!!
Do you want me to be mean baby? You want me to tie you down so you can’t move, can’t squirm or writhe when it gets too much? Is that it? Do you want me to edge you all night, edge you until it hurts and then ruin every single orgasm I let you have until you cry so pretty for me?
Being born to rich parents is probably great but having wise, emotionally intelligent parents is definitely a way better leg up for how your life will eventually turn out
“Bisexuals aren’t stigmatised”
With help from a bunch of lesbians from youtube:
“I think lesbians are smarter in a sense that we know what we want and we go for it, that’s why we’re gay”
“so if you’re at a party and you see the hottest girl there who turns out to be bisexual, whats your reaction?” “that’s really unfortunate”
“if she can make me laugh then I might be able to get past the fact that she had a dick in her mouth last week”
“if you’re with a lesbian then you know that they’re going to be going for you, for a woman, but if you’re with a bisexual…”
and a special mention for personal experience:
“I’ll have to keep a meter away from you tonight, otherwise you might make out with me haha”
“I wanted to tell you that you looked good last night but someone told me not because you might make out with me”
we constantly get told not to attend pride unless we’re in a same sex relationship, get degrading comments from both the gay community and straight people, are told we aren’t ‘queer enough’ and that because we can pass as straight we don’t deserve a place in LGBTQ+ spaces.
get fucked.
to add to this: if you’re a bisexual dude people are straight up not going to believe you’re not secretly gay/in the closet bisexual girls are fetishized and bisexual guys are considered liars
@scabwalker
Reblog if you're not homophobic
Every url that reblog’s will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.
ive never hit reblog so fast
Neither have I
