Denial Switch Quean

I deny. I like being denied. It is all about control and connection for me. Other hobbies: serving my Sir, cuckcake recruitment, topping women, transcending stereotypes. (18 plus only)

[danthomfrank]

I’m highly into my man doing this stuff.. what we do now is just fantasy/talk about it and it gets us both really hot and horny to discuss, but there’s still a tiny part of me that gets kinda jealous and feels a little bad about myself after, even though I’m the one encouraging the talk, he assures me I’m his #1 favorite, but part of me is always a little skeptical. I get off on it but it’s confusing for me mentally sometimes How does it work with you two? Do those feelings ever go away?

Exactly the same. I think the jealousy is necessary for it to be a CQ event. Otherwise you’re just poly. If you participate, then you’re just a swinger. Nothing wrong with any of them. I think which classification you get is based on how you react. If you react with jealous + insecurity = orgasm, that sounds like the definition of CQ to me. Bottom line: it never goes away…if it did, it would be something else.

But that’s just one CQ’s opinion.

[cuckqueancuriousity-deactivated]

My CQ is the same. It’s part of the thrill to wrestle with that feeling while diving into the pleasure of it all. It also means after care and together time are just as important as the chase and event.

[dominantlife]

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[cautiouscapturedcraved]

For some of us, tumblr is this book we’ve written over the years that no one from our personal lives has read, a journal full of everything we would want to share but also enjoy quietly.

[denial-switch-quean]

This.

[ssspirals-deactivated20220131]

*I wrote this a few days ago, but I’m shy, so…

I’m trying to find the words to describe how I felt when I logged on to tumblr today. It’s so much more than porn to me.

My first tumblr was erotic art. I still follow my favorite blog from that very first tumblr. She talked to me once, and I remember thinking about how that was so cool, I could actually talk to the person who was creating this art.

I started to “like” other things, things I thought I might like to try, things I thought could communicate to my partner what it was I needed. I’ve never been very good at finding porn, so it was amazing to have this tool for communication. I’m the type that will DO the really nasty, dirty thing, but I will never, ever say it out loud. (I’m working on it.)

I started to search for things, anything really. I figured if I found every single type of porn it would somehow give me an idea of whatever this “stuff” was that I was into. Until then I’d been sexually adventurous, with a high sexual drive, but I didn’t really know anything except vanilla sex. I searched everything. One thing led to another and another and I went on this crazy ride of self discovery. I have never fallen more deeply in love with anything in my life, and it changed the course of my dreams.

Sexuality has always fascinated me, but I never realized how much, or how deeply until I started that search. This time it shifted everything for me. My dream has always been to go back to school to become a therapist, but I realized I wanted my focus to be on sexuality. I started learning how to become a sex therapist.

There’s only so much you can actually learn about sexuality here, so I took my research elsewhere. But for MY personal research, for MY sexuality, I stayed here.

I stumbled on this little bubble of tumblrs that all seemed connected somehow, that all posted the kinky type of things I had learned that I was into. (Before tumblr I was terrified to ask my partner to slap me in the face. Terrified.) What I had stumbled into was the BDSM community on tumblr.

I read everything. Absolutely fucking everything. How the hell did these girls know exactly how I felt inside? Maybe they’re just really good writers, maybe I’m just identifying with these emotions because I’m being empathetic maybe, maybe…

I denied being submissive for a while. For as long as I could. Until I just couldn’t anymore. I’m not “just kinky” as much as I wanted to be.

I got a few more tumblrs. I dove a little deeper with each one. Once I even reached out to another member of the community and told her all about my vanilla relationship. She told me I could start over and that it was ok to have these needs. I bought a couple of her books because she was so much like me.

I always thought about writing here. But what was I going to say? I’m a submissive stuck in a vanilla relationship and I can’t leave? There were other submissives who had vanilla partners, but they were with their partners because they loved them. I was just stuck. And it hurt so bad to see everyone have the thing I needed so badly.

Eventually I wrote. I decided to keep a JUNO journal this year. I decided to leave my vanilla relationship. I met my Dom on tumblr. I’m starting my life completely over.

I wouldn’t have known any of this if it weren’t for tumblr.

Obviously there’s more to my story, and this is just a glance at all of the things I’ve gone through in the past 3 years here. But it just has to be said because it’s ending.

Maybe this is good for me. Maybe I need to branch out a little bit instead of staying in this little comfort zone. God knows I spend hours upon hours on this site. But tumblr ending is like a little piece of my life ending. I regret not writing more, not reaching out to the tumblrs, especially the women, who changed my life. So I guess that’s kind of what I’m doing now.

@darkmekare @amysubmits @cherished-property @dwpreturns @instructor144 @fireflyflashes @littlemisssubshine @pleasurewhore (even though those two are gone now) @cynicaldom @female-orgasm-denial @i-could-be-the-walrus @sadisticgames

You all literally helped change my life. Reading your posts made me realize I am submissive, and now I get to live it.

And of course @ombratoire for being the best Dom ever 😘

[female-orgasm-denial]

Thank you @doll-in-the-shadows this is just what I’m most sad about when it comes to Tumblr’s changes, the loss of this safe, private space to explore what’s out there, and through that, yourself. 

This is where I think Tumblr are just hugely disconnected from the reality of what has been created here. When they say things like

There are no shortage of sites on the internet that feature adult content.  

That’s true but NONE of them are like Tumblr. Most of them are hardcore, in your face porn videos with little to no community aspect to them, or if they are a community, it’s more of a shark pool than somewhere safe to explore.

With Tumblr the fact it’s got lots of other SFW content means that those who want to take the first steps, and beyond, in exploring their sexuality, gender, preferences, kinkiness, desires etc can do that here.

I think they will be amazed at how many people who would appear to just have vanilla blogs are actually here because they can access the NSFW that’s about to get canned. 

I bet they haven’t taken that into consideration in this decision. They’ll have done some stats looking at how many vanilla blogs follow NFSW ones, but what they don’t realise is a huge number of those are here reading the NSFW content, they just don’t even want to put their head up above the parapet enough by even following a blog like mine. Instead they will search the terms and tags they want to get off to.

That’s why this is going to spell the ultimate demise of Tumblr long term. This was their unique selling proposition - come for the art and memes, stay for the porn. It’s been a wonderful gateway into important, vital areas of life as described so eloquently above. 

What a shame that doorway is about to be slammed shut.

[female-orgasm-denial]

Reblogging because there are some amazing notes on this

[denial-switch-quean]

Hi! Please forgive the “form letter” – I’m sending this message to a bunch of my favorite Tumblrs, including you :) I wanted to ask if you’ll have a presence on BDSMLR (which is the closest thing to Tumblr that I’ve found)? If you do make an account there, please post the link to it, because I would miss seeing your content very much! <3

https://bdsmlr.com/blog/Denial-Switch-Quean

[denial-switch-quean]

Denial December

Denial December started for me with a burst of great excitement and glee - and then on just Day 3 Tumblr announced our collective demise and I was plunged into despair. Instead of blogging my play in the game I found myself scrolling and reading for alternative homes for our entire kinky community to move.  And I will keep looking for a new home and move there as soon as it is clear that is where we are headed. I do not want to continue to support Tumblr and its slut shaming ways.

But for now I am also going to post my Denial December update.

Day 2 - A ruin! Every thing that is said about ruins is true! It is intense. It provokes string emotions - not all of them good. After he told me to cum then pulled his cock from me and watched me crash in frustration I wanted to hit him. I felt such intense frustration. I begged, tried to bargain, pleaded, sulked, squirmed - none of it worked. He was keeping to the the agreements of Denial December. I felt a bit agitated all day - but his orgasm in me later that afternoon did help to settle my nerves.

Day 3 - All edges unique in some way. No repetition. I did manage more variation but I also had one repetition - my first and last edge of the day were identical - in bed, finger on clit, other hand on nipple. Other edges achieved: finger fucking g-spot, humping my back roller, humping my book. 

Day 4 - only part way through but wow! Wedgie up my cunt and ass crack has my edged pussy in the front of my mind all day. Hip wiggling tweaks my hard clit deliciously but my ass is a bit sore from the full time wedgie. I still have the pussy and mouth stuffing edges to look forward to!

December 4th and I haven’t had a full orgasm since November 8th. Day 4 od Denial December and day 26 of orgasm denial.

I am looking forward to opening Day 5 of my Advent calendar! I love the infusion of new ideas and my partner’s delicious modifications. I feel grounded, loved, engaged, and aroused!

[denial-switch-quean]

Fetlife Group 4 Tumblr Bloggers

I created two Fetlife groups for Tumblr bloggers who created content around orgasm denial (especially female orgasm denial/edging/control) and one for Cuckquean content bloggers. Please join the groups as a way for us to stay in touch and figure out where to go from here:

Orgasm Denial Bloggers: https://fetlife.com/groups/181473

Cuck-Quean Bloggers: https://fetlife.com/groups/181482

Also find me there. I am DenialSwitchCQ  https://fetlife.com/users/9353184

[denial-switch-quean]

Please reply with your fetlife name here too. 

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[please-kiss-me-hard]

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[denial-switch-quean]

Beautiful.

[denial-switch-quean]

Tumblr flagged this as adult content. OMG! Finger tips touching!?! Next thing you know they might be holding hands. 

[thehypnowitch]

If you’re looking to back up your tumblr:

https://github.com/bbolli/tumblr-utils/blob/master/tumblr_backup.md

Saves text, posts, and its organized by date!

Hope this helps. <3

-thehypnowitch

[denial-switch-quean]

Creamed

“Oh Sir I love your cream all over my pussy. I love how tenderized and wet my pussy is after you fuck and cum in my edged cunt. Please can I edge my clit now with your cream as my lube? I am so turned on - I want to hard edge some more - please.”

He turns on his side facing away from me.“Of course you can sweetie. Right after I fall asleep. Right now I want your hands on me. Rub my back. Massage my thighs. Relax my neck with your thumbs and then gently massage my scalp with your fingers . . . when you hear my breathing slow down and deepen you may bring your hands to your clit and edge that creamed pussy.”

I sigh happily and roll towards him, my hands already on his warm skin. “Thank you Sir. Thank you Love.”

He makes a little happy sound in his throat as I push the heel of my hand into his lower back. “Mmm a little harder please” he says. “And remember, if you wake me up with your edging I will tie your hands to the headboard. Be quiet and stay wet for me. Good girl.”

[yournaoko-deactivated20150502]

[the-pleasure-of-unpleasure-deac]

@staff please tell me how this is flagged as nsfw? It’s an artistic photograph depicting no nudity, unless you count a womans neck and part of her back as nudity???

[denial-switch-quean]

Excellent question.

[beggars-opera]

Everyone reblog this as much as possible over the next two weeks for good luck

[denial-switch-quean]

HA! Its not porn if it hangs in a National Museum I guess. Or maybe if it is more than 100 years old. . . 

[denial-switch-quean]

Fetlife Group 4 Tumblr Bloggers

I created two Fetlife groups for Tumblr bloggers who created content around orgasm denial (especially female orgasm denial/edging/control) and one for Cuckquean content bloggers. Please join the groups as a way for us to stay in touch and figure out where to go from here:

Orgasm Denial Bloggers: https://fetlife.com/groups/181473

Cuck-Quean Bloggers: https://fetlife.com/groups/181482

Also find me there. I am DenialSwitchCQ  https://fetlife.com/users/9353184

[denial-switch-quean]

Give it to get it?

I thought of a cuckquean incentive. 

I love his cum. I enjoy threesomes and I like seeing him play with and fuck other women. I do though find it very challenging to share his cum. I always want him to cum in me. In my pussy, mouth, or ass. Or if not in me then on me. I love to feed his cum to the cake - to swirl it in her mouth when we kiss or to push her head down into my pussy and have her suck and lick it out of me. I know though that he wants to cum in the cakes too. In her mouth. In her cunt. In her ass. I want to be more able to be supportive and happy about that because I know he won’t go there if he feels it is going to make me sad or cause us problems.

So it occurred to me we could agree that when we play with cake I can either get his cum or I can cum myself. This provides a wonderful incentive to give his cum away. Give it to get it. :-)

Of course I need to get up the courage to suggest this to him. We already practice orgasm control and denial. My orgasms are totally his to give or deny and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This would be an easy extension of that practice… 

[master-slut-trainer]

Super hot to have to choose between getting his cum or getting to cum. Thanks, @denial-switch-quean!

[denial-switch-quean]

Awww thanks for the sweet appreciation. 😊

[quean-heather]

He Doesn’t Want Me To Cum

I was having sex with my husband last weekend. We’ve kind of changed the way we do orgasm denial. I don’t know how long he will let me go. He doesn’t tell me. There is no preset amount of time.

When we have sex and I’m going to cum, I have to say, “please don’t let me cum.” Talk about a mind fuck! I have to beg him to not allow me to have the one thing I want most. Then he will tell me how good my pussy feels wrapped around his cock. He gets me to the edge over and over.

The best part, and what really helps me be ok with not cumming, is when I know he’s getting close, I start saying, “you like it when I don’t cum, right? It feels better for you if I give you my orgasm… you like it when I don’t cum.” Saying these things makes my pussy so wet and I get extremely turned on, but it also makes me not want to cum because our sex is about his pleasure. That’s what matters.

[denial-switch-quean]

Yes and it’s about my pleasure for my pleasure is in his pleasure. He has our orgasm. I can feel it viscerally.

[denial-switch-quean]

Pet Mode

Once the thought entered her mind she couldn’t escape it. She was clearly still in pet mode. Her animal brain wanting her body to stay there.

He’d petted and stroked her this morning while he fucked her. Together they’d edged her on his cock and worked to access the dignity unfettered part of her. His insistence that she moo for his cream pushed her brain past the brink and she felt herself sunk deeply into her pet-self.

When he kissed her goodbye, she turned languidly in bed and time stopped to exist as she edged on loop. Nothing mattered except sensation.

Eventually a different sensation prevailed. A rumbling in her belly forced her hand away from her wet cunt and her feet on the ground.

“Plug your pussy.” Popped into her head. That’s right. It was like he was there as his voice spoke into her head. She slid a purple hefty cock into her cunt and pulled on tight panties and jeans to hold it in place.

Barefoot, topless, and plugged, she padded out to the kitchen in the quest for food. Cracking open the fridge she spied last night’s leftover teriyaki beef bowl with a happy smile. “Yes! That was just what she needed.”

But the lid of the bowl resisted her. The plastic lid stuck firmly to the base. In frustration she dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and wrestled the two apart. As she sat the cock seated more deeply in her and she groaned quietly.

That’s when the thought hit her.

Animals eat on the ground.

Animals eat on the ground with abandon. They sate their hunger without thought to dignity or dining manners.

And once the thought entered her mind she couldn’t escape it. Compelled, she put the bowl on the ground and dropped forward onto all fours. She had to stick her ass in the air to get her mouth close enough to the bowl to get at the cold, day old, enticing breakfast. She stuck her face into the bowl and her tongue snaked out and scored a piece of the beef.

“Mmmmmm.” It was so good. Far better than when she first tasted it last night when it was hot and she was sat up on the sofa using a fork.

The rice was harder to get. It had congealed into the sides and bottom of the bowl. It wouldn’t just slip onto her tongue like the beef had. No. To get at it she had to push her face further into the bowl and dig at it with her jaw. Oh! The pleasure when she worked a piece free! The reward of it sliding into her mouth. She chewed loudly and happily. Mouth open. Noises her human self would never abide in herself or others.

Back to the bowl. Ass further in the air to get into the tight edge where the top and sides of the bowl met, food stuck to her chin and cheeks - the plug sliding pleasurably. She began to purposely shift her hips as she ate - enjoying the light fucking during her meal.

After a while though she found it harder to swallow. The rice was sticking in her throat. She needed a drink.

Spying the cold coffee in the pot, she poured it into a bowl and placed it on the floor next to the dinner dish. She wondered if she would be able to get it into her mouth in amounts that would help her swallow. He concern though was unfounded as she was easily able to lap and suction the soothing liquid and wash down the rice.

Thoughts really left then as she noisily relished both food and drink. To get the last of the rice she had to lay down on her belly and use her paws to keep the bowl in place while working her tongue into its crease. She did wish the bowl wasn’t plastic as it didn’t feel nice when it’s top edge was pushed into her cheek - but it was worth the price for getting at all the food.

She didn’t stop until her dinner was gone. She paused for a moment and wondered how he would feel if he saw her this way. Would he be repelled by her mess, her noise, her lack of dignity? Would he be amused? Would he find it and her entertaining? Would he be aroused by her debasing behavior? Would it make his cock hard to see her eat like a pet on the kitchen floor?

With him in her mind, she suddenly remembered he’d left her a piece of cake in the fridge. Cake filled with fruit and covered in delicious cream. If she had a tail it would have been wagging as she opened the fridge and pulled the cake from the bakery box and gleefully placed the sole remaining piece standing upright on the cardboard base on the floor next to the coffee bowl.

She dove in! This was so much easier to eat and she devoured it with glee! Cream coated her face and filled her mouth. She pumped her filled cunt back and forth humping the air and floor as she ravaged the cake. Cake! Oh cake! Oh cake!

Suddenly it was gone. Her belly was full, her face a disgrace, and her spirit light. A deep feeling of contentment washed over her. She sat back on her haunches.

What now? A nap of course. She padded over to the rug and flopped down in a sunny spot. Her contentment slid her effortlessly into sleep.

[denial-switch-quean]

Engorged and Submerged (1)

Denial recently overwhelmed me. 

My pussy is engorged to the point I ache.  The impulse to edge is almost irresistible. I wake up in the middle of the night to edge - and I can think of little more than how to get him to fuck me again, and again, and again. I feel overwhelmed. I also feel selfish. I’m not really looking to please him - I am looking to try and quench my cravings even briefly. I tell myself the point of denial and edging is to keep me ready for him and focussed on his pleasure - but all I can think about is my own deep and consuming ache. I want him to use me more to sate my own craving - I feel so so needy.

It isn’t as if I am never cumming. He allowed me to orgasm just two days ago. Just once though. My first in ten days. My second in twenty-eight days. One wet explosive orgasm that seemed to bestir my arousal more than it resolved it. Having cum once though seems to have made things more intense. My pussy is so swollen and achey. Engorged. It wants to be released. I didn’t know what to ask for. Asking to cum feels so contrary to what we were doing. 

Instead I daydream about my clit being licked. I so want my own submissive between my legs licking me while he watches and enjoys. Maybe he fucks her while she licks me. I yearn for him to touch me, edge, me, lick me. I imagine ways I might be worthy of pleasure by being humbled and I marvel at my draw to humiliation. I have always contended denial play is not about humiliation for me but rather about deserving intense denial and connection to him. But how do I then make sense of the fantasy that repeats of me being allowed to orgasm in a room filled with his friends while I ride a fucking chair, squirting all over the place, allowing others to cum on me, while the room watched and even somewhat amused at my debasement? What is that?!

I didn’t know what to ask for. 

Should I ask him to help me squirt without cumming? Maybe that would relieve the ache without the pleasure. . . 

Should I ask him to hit my pussy and make it swollen and sore such that the ache is replaced with a different pain sensation? I have realized recently that pain is its own release - one I greatly appreciate when I have unrequited arousal. . . 

Should I ask him to hold the line? Deny? Me?Allow me to please more people in order to tamp down the roar? 

Should I ask to be allowed to cum? Could I?

What do I do? I feel needy and weak. I feel selfish. I feel vulnerable. I feel engorged by desire and submerged in my dynamic . . . It is somewhat overwhelming.