The bed. The couch. His knee. A pole. The floor. His shoe. His words. . . . All things I would fuck at my Master's command. And probably cum too. My training continues, and has developed. My Master can edge me quite a while now, fuck me harder, longer, and in more positions. I maintain … Continue reading Can you guess what these things have in common?
Last night I asked one too many questions about exactly what would happen if I did fuck myself in the middle of the night. "If you made yourself cum, you'd be punished," Master went on, but I already knew the answer. I suppose I wanted to hear him say it, describe it just to prove … Continue reading The state of things.
It is the beginning of my 5th day of full edging, and it is getting harder to contain myself. I am mindlessly rocking my hips most of the time, and dripping wet when nude. Last night I slept with the cuffs on, tied to the corner of the bed. In fact, I am writing this … Continue reading Just before sunrise
If you've read my other posts, you'll already know I'm all about orgasm control. I love edging. I love being told 'no.' I love feeling his power and dominance over me. However, edging alone is not orgasm control. Neither is orgasm denial. Orgasm control can also be to orgasm. Orgasm control is an act of … Continue reading “Again,” is all I heard.
I'm not taking about chastity, but rather orgasm control. I prefer the not. Hmmm. Or do I... Orgasm control comes in many forms. Orgasm restriction or denial is an aspect of humiliation. As is orgasm on demand. In denial, your partner pushes your sexual stimulation right up to the edge of orgasming, and then stops. Over. And … Continue reading To orgasm, or not to orgasm.