telling a dom you can't cum anymore and they say "that's okay, i don't need you to cum" and continue rubbing your swollen clit while you whimper and writhe around 🥰
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telling a dom you can't cum anymore and they say "that's okay, i don't need you to cum" and continue rubbing your swollen clit while you whimper and writhe around 🥰
I wish someone would make me hold my pussy open for them while they beat my clit until it’s swollen and bruised and I’m sobbing and begging for it to stop. And then tell me if I can rub my clit until I come they won’t rape me. If I can’t obviously they force themself inside my sore little cunt and insist on helping by torturing my clit some more. And if I do they clean me up while I sniffle and whimper. And rape my dry cunt anyway because who the fuck could get off to something like that but someone meant to be a rapetoy?
"fuck i'm so sorry, it just slipped in" lie markedly hotter if you were so tight that it took concerted and painful effort for them to push it in
“i’m not trying to make you feel good, i’m trying to make you cry” while i’m overstimulated
good dog's guide to gaming your ruins
you may not know this about me, but i'm on a never-ending quest to make my ruins as horrible as possible. it's like an addiction. they're the only relief i get these days, so might as well make them an Event, right?
what i've stumbled across is a technique that's really quite multi-purpose, whether you're newly denial-curious or have been living on the edge for awhile, so to speak. this guide may be helpful to you if you are:
someone who struggles to identify the "point of no return"/edge
someone who struggles to actually ruin rather than fully cumming
someone who's looking to learn how to "ride the edge"/hold an edge
just a goddamn masochist who wants to torture yourself.
warnings:
this guide is designed for pussies. i don't have a penis, so penis-havers, YMMV. (if you have a dick, pls feel free to chime in if you find anything comparable/are able to use some of this guide.)
if you're not already addicted to the edge, you're about to be.
good? okay, good :) let's get to it.
you will need:
a device with a stopwatch
whatever reliably gets you to the edge. if you're newer to denial, i really recommend your fingers--IME, it's easier to stay aware/learn your point of no return this way, but i also know it's not feasible for all bodies, so do your best :)
step 1: get to the edge.
if you're newer, i recommend just getting to the edge before starting. if you're more experienced/trying this technique out for, oh, the third time, consider doing a few edges before starting, just for fun, hey? in any case, you need to be close. as close as you can trust yourself to get without going over.
if you know your point of no return, get real close to it.
if you're newer/struggle to identify the edge, just get nice and worked up. you don't *have* to be right there for the next part, it just helps :)
step 2: start your stopwatch.
there's something special about watching that number tick up, huh? this serves two purposes: 1. a visual indicator of how long you've tortured yourself by the end, and 2. a way of timing varied stimulation. we're about to get crazy. are you ready?
step 3: watch that clock.
here's where the gaming comes in.
5 seconds of firm, toe-curling stimulation, exactly the kind that gets you to the edge.
5 seconds of the lightest touch you can still feel. and i mean light.
repeat ad infinitum.
here's the kicker: you can only ruin during the light stimulation. if you can't ruin from the lightest possible touch, you weren't anywhere near close enough to the edge. that's okay--you have the next 5 seconds to try and get there :)
if you suddenly hit the point of no return during the 5 seconds of hard stimulation, immediately go hands-off. you might not fully ruin, just get those weird little flutters. once that's done, start over.
those 5 seconds of hard pressure are two-fold: they teach you to identify the edge, and then they teach you to hold it.
the 5 seconds of light stimulation are to teach you that if you're not as close as you can possibly be, you don't deserve to ruin :)
variations + misc. notes
adjust the ratio if you're having trouble. i've actually situated myself pretty comfortably at 7 seconds of hard stimulation, 3 seconds of light. there's something really cruel about the ratios. you get more time to touch/get close, but also more time you have to hold it, if you get too close.
if you're newer to all this, and you're just really having trouble, i would recommend: 1. stop the timer + just focus on getting to the edge again, then start over with the on/off; 2. scrap the timer entirely and just count in your head (takes some of the pressure off).
sometimes i just hold my finger still, barely touching, during those 3 seconds. i can and have ruined just from that. it's horrible.
i've found that the less stimulation i have going over the edge, the worse the ruin is. which is, obviously, the entire point of this game.
even if it takes you forever to get to that ruin, that is, again, the point. you will be very frustrated and desperate during the entire duration of this game.
i average around 5 minutes of this before i finally do hit that ruin point. yeah. yeahhh.
this could be especially fun [not] if you set yourself a minimum time limit before you can even consider ruining.
or set up a series of random beeps, such that you're not allowed to ruin unless there's a beep AND it's during the 5 seconds of light stimulation.
i don't know why i do this to myself.
have fun, and do let me know if you test this out :)
Denied tops? Denied service tops anybody? Make her fuck you and listen to her whimper and whine that she can't cum while she twitches and leaks inside you and use her to get yourself off over and over? Is this thing on?
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no escape, no surrender (self shot)
He was so cute, pliant under me. Torso open and vulnerable, legs fallen open. I had told him not to come, that he couldn't come until i gave him permission. Then i kept jacking him off, riling him up, focusing on his tip occasionally, slowing down again a few times to draw it out. But after a while, when he was writhing whenever i intensified, when he was moaning more loudly and when he started begging me to slow down again, i kept ramping up the pressure. Until he was so close he couldn't speak or lose focus, and i kept telling him to hold it but kept stimulating him until he came, eyes screwed shut and whimpering, and when he opened them again he looked at me with his trusting vulnerable expression but a bit of betrayal lanced through and fear about what what would happen next. He didn't move though, stayed just as open and vulnerable as before, and looked at me with big eyes, lips parted and utterly devoted to whatever was about to happen next being out of his control and in mine instead.
His beautiful eyes were slightly teary, and he apologised, still catching his breath. I looked down at him, just revelling in the sight, enjoying the situation i created and him following it so willingly.
"unless you call the safe word, you're not allowed to stop me from touching you. Mommy owns your body and you will be my pretty boy and take what i give you."
So mommy was teasing me while we watched a movie on the couch. She put her fingers in my sweatpants and teased and stroked my dick, and she told me to keep quiet because we needed to hear the movie, and I wasn't allowed to be louder than the movie was.
My pants were already stained with precum and she kept doing light and maddening touches. I had to really focus to not hold her wrist to stop her. It took a lot of effort but i wanted to be a good boy for mommy. I was panting and squirming in my seat.
Mommy kept touching me until i came. My underwear and my sweatpants were stained with cum. She removed her hands to let me sit like that for a bit, but she instead touched all over my chest and stomach. She also made me smell my cum on her fingers.
Then after a little bit, she put her hand in my pants again and touched my dick again, first over my boxers and then inside. She didn't care how overstimulated i was or how much i squirmed and whined and keened. She just cooed at me and told me how well i was doing and how pretty i was, and how i was doing so good for her.
I wanted to stop the overwhelm so bad but i didn't touch mommys wrist or move away, because i couldn't bear to stop being a good boy for her. Mommy reminded me that she owned my body, and that i was a good boy to let it happen. It hurt so much and my dick was so sensitive, and it took all my effort not to stop mommy.
She kept going, and after she moved inside my boxers i started getting teary eyed, because it was so much and i had to stay quiet for the movie, but i was being good for her.
She made me come a second time and more cum stained my pants, and she kept going afterwards with light touches and i started crying. Mommy comforted me that i looked so pretty when i cried, and that i was doing so well and kept so quiet and being so good for her.
I had to sit on my hands so that I wouldn't stop mommy from touching my dick. She promised me that i was being a good boy, and by the time she touched more again i started sobbing.
Mommy made me come again, and i didn't cum that much this time because i was so spent already. I had no idea what was going on in the movie anymore, just that i had to keep quiet and couldn't stop mommy from touching me. My body was mommys to play with, and i was being a good boy.
It took so long for mommy to make me come a fourth time, and by the time i did i had almost stopped squirming although i had done it so much before, because i was so exhausted. All i could do except from keeping still was moan and whimper and cry pathetically and my breathing was raggedy, but mommy kept assuring me that i was her good boy and that i looked so pretty when i cried, and when i was fucked out like that and being a good whore for mommy.
Mommy told me to bend over the desk. She stood close to my legs and had her hands on my hips possessively. Once i had bent over, she pulled down my pants, boxers too in one go, and spread my cheeks to look at me. She had pulled the pants to my mid-thigh and i couldn't spread my legs at all because they were still closed. Mommy then took her cock out and rested it against my cheek. She stuck one finger inside my hole to see how wet i was. When she felt that i was very wet already, she told me "oh you're such a perfect slut". Then she slowly pushed her cock inside, and went deeper over a couple careful thrusts until she bottomed out. She stayed like that for a bit, and then she fucked me slowly, just enjoying her time. She didn't talk to me aside from the slut comment. She just used my hole like the fucktoy it was, because i was her slut. I was a very good slut, mommy always praised me. Once she came inside my hole while moaning, mommy pulled out, gently pulled up my pants again even though my cum was leaking out, and told me "you were very good for mommy, pretty boy. You were such a good boy. Come on, lets go outside. I want to take a walk while your cum is running out of you, and see how flustered it makes you."
I went red in the face but i immediately obliged. Mommy wanted to see me flustered and embarrassed, and if mommy wanted her pretty boy to demean himself, i was going to do it and keep being her perfect slut.