This is the Life You Chose
My little denial whore wrote me a message today, in the middle of JuNo, talking about how miserable she is. I felt the need to remind her that being miserable is exactly what she wants. And then I thought, maybe some of you other denial sluts are having a hard time right now and could use a little motivation. So I decided to share what I wrote for her...
Remember, kitten... you chose this. We talked about long-term denial. I sent you a long email saying I thought you were ready for this and all the reasons I thought you were ready. But you chose it. You chose this life of frustration and denial and suffering. That’s what makes it so great. You WANT this. You want the whimpering and the ache between your legs. This is the life you need. And now you’ve got it, you lucky girl! How many girls can say they’ve got exactly what they want from their sex lives? You’re the lucky one! You get to experience exactly what you want to experience. I don’t say that to try and make the suffering any less. I don’t want the suffering to be less. The suffering is the point. The hopeless horniness is the point. This is the life you want, you dirty fucking denial slut. Isn’t it wonderful?! God I really want to torture you right now. I want to make you miserable. I want to cum. But I don’t want to fuck your face or do anything that would give you pleasure. I want to break you down. I want you weeping. If I was there right now I’d tell you to get into Nadu, fully clothed. And then I would strip in front of you. Completely naked. I would get on my knees between your Nadu spread legs, my cock feet from you but no part of me touching you. And then I’d make you watch me jerk off. Right there between your legs but not touching you, and not allowing you to be the one to give me pleasure. Not even allowing you to be naked so your body can give me pleasure. I’d just jerk off right there and when I cum I’d let it fall to the floor between your knees, not touching you. Just wasted there on the floor. Then I would stand up and get dressed leaving you there to contemplate my wasted semen in front of you. When I’m fully dressed I would stand in front of you and say, “This is the life you wanted, you stupid bitch.” Then I’d throw a rag on your lap and say, “Clean that up,” not even allowing you to use your tongue to clean it off the floor, denying you the experience of tasting my pleasure. And then I’d walk out the door and go to work. Now tell me, whore, what’s your desire number right now? I bet it’s pretty fucking high, isn’t it? That’s right it is. Because this is exactly what you fucking want and need. Because you are a filthy, disgusting, pathetic, denial slut. You have to be who you are, kitty cat.
