When I got up yesterday CD told me we would be going to the laundromat at a certain time, and then to the store for a few odds and ends.
We have a washer now, but no dryer still, so he had put a couple loads through the washer and was waiting on another load to finish, then we’d go to the laundromat to dry them all.
Just a couple minutes before the time he said we’d leave, he assertively led me to the bedroom, and fucked me. This surprised me, of course, but I didn’t have much time to over-think it, it felt too good and my mind just shut off to anything other than the sensations I was experiencing.
The same moment I was going to ask to orgasm, he must have known I was at the edge. Before I could ask, he pulled out and told me to get dressed, we were leaving.
I gasped, and laughed, and collapsed on the bed. “Oh my goddddddddd.”
“Get dressed.” he repeated.
“You’re so meannnnnn!” I squealed.
“Get dressed. Now.” He said sternly. I started getting dressed, but continued complaining.
While getting my shoes on he rubbed me over my pants. I whined some more.
We went to the laundromat, and the grocery store. I still felt needy at both places. When we got home a couple hours later we ate lunch.
He pulled me into the bedroom and had me take my clothes off and lay on my back. He pulled out the wand. I was oversensitive so the wand was almost painful and this appealed to his sadism. When I asked if I could cum he said no and turned the wand off briefly. He built me up a second time, denied me again, and then announced that we were done. I wasn’t surprised this time, but I still felt so pent up. I put on new underwear when getting dressed this time, and he pretended to be confused about why I needed a new pair.
A few minutes later I was coming out of the bathroom. He was standing in the kitchen in an odd way but I didn’t immediately realize what he had done. He had the wand plugged in the kitchen outlet. He bent me over the kitchen counter and built me up again with the wand, while spanking me, also.
Several hours later it was around the time we normally go to bed. I said I was getting sleepy so we stopped playing our video game. He had me suck his cock, I thought maybe he’d get off that way but he didn’t. After a while he told me to get completely naked and told me what position to get into. I had no idea if he’d let me cum when I asked, but he did, and it was an orgasm that was well worth the build-up and wait. It was so nice to have relief after being built-up across the whole day, but he kept using me until he finished, too…and that made me feel good in a different way.
I’m not someone who can say (or even pretend) that my physical pleasure or release doesn’t matter at all, or that I’ll be satisfied as long as he is. That isn’t reality. I have physical needs…and I have emotional needs that include knowing he cares about my needs.
At the same time, pleasing him does satisfy something inside of me that is different from my own pleasure, it’s something deeper emotionally. A few weeks ago in a similar situation of him teasing me, then letting me get off, and then him getting off after me, he pointed out how I almost act like I’m still being denied until he gets off. It’s true.
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