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Lot of posts about how it feels to be denied. Not nearly enough focusing on the denier.

There's something nirvanic about the feeling of watching them beg for something they want so desperately— so needy for— and seeing their pleasure hinge on your decision and your decision alone. Watching them squirm and whimper away when you tell them no. Watching their thighs twitch, drenched from their own neediness, holding back their own pleasure just because you said so. Seeing how powerful your word is, that your commands are law for them.

Being able to selfishly indulge myself after a long day of being kind and considerate of others by telling my sub they're not going to cum tonight because that'll make me cum harder. That I'm the only one who gets to use their body to cum. That they're going to be a shaky, twitchy mess of a cumdump by the time I'm done with them. Full of loads from giving me better orgasms but not full of any of their own.

How every orgasm they give me while they wait for my permission to cum feels like pure, unfiltered love. Someone loving me so much, wanting to see me happy so much, that they kneel and hump my boot while I mount their face until I cum down their throat as they quiver with need and squeeze their thighs together helplessly. Making them thank me afterwards for denying them so I could cum harder.

The emotional intensity and ego high of knowing this extra pleasure comes specifically at my partner's expense. I already love making them suffer for my amusement, this is just the disparity of power in our relationship laid humiliatingly bare for us to see. It makes my balls swell up with pride and cock burst with love.

They might not get to cum yet, but they get to taste and feel every load of mine and know every ounce of suffering was worth it to hear me groan happily and pulse rhythmically inside of them. Every drop of unfairness to the denied is just another drop of a pleasure to their denier.