Denied

Just a normal day...

Apart from sir making me keep my dildo in at all times when I'm in my room. So horny and very much hoping I'm allowed release later.

I will tease and deny you for days to get you worked up enough.

Then I will push you down, strip you, and toy with your aching hole without warning.

Your cunt belongs to me and I can play with it whenever I want to.

I am going to push you harder and harder.

Your role in life is to be available. Your role in life is to be a good little slut. Your role in life is to be open for me.

If I want to see the sweet lips of your sex clench and spasm, I will finger fuck you until you can’t walk halfway across our bedroom.

I want to see you make a mess. I want see you thrash and flail. I want to see you lose control of your emotions as the release hits you.

It doesn’t matter what you were doing. It doesn’t matter what you had planned.

You are no longer entitled to control yourself. 

And now I accidentally disobeyed and can't cum this evening. I started touching without something in my mouth. Sir said as punishment I'm not allowed to cum tonight.

Frustrating day

Sir denied me release all day today and teased me when I got home from work. He made me have a series of ruined orgasms and gave me the challenge of trying to cum with my dildo without using my hands or legs. He has said I can finally cum after doing this post.

The Screen Name of the Australian Accused Hypnotic Predator

is -TheWordsmith- (and variations). Here’s the original Fetlife writing about him - the accusation as I understand it is emotionally abusive, predatory acquisition of submissives, as well as other stuff. When I followed him on Fetlife, I got a long ranty message from him, which included this part:

the sole girl who complained about me was someone that he was interested in pursuing, is a known attention seeker with a long history of mental illness, and isessentially a jilted lover from several months ago, popping up to just on the MeToo Bandwagon.

I’ll leave that alone.

There’s a lot of red flags on his website, including a recommendation for the podcast of alt-right figure Jack Donovan, but this toxic nugget linked as The current Rules of my House would be enough to make him unwelcome at any North American event I’ve attended (or would attend):

Passion for Lifestyle - A slave will at all times express a deep and abiding disgust for the tenets of Feminism and Women’s Rights, and express that disgust vocally and loudly should the subject be raised. Men and good women are to be raised up and recognised as strong, dominant and guiding influences in the slave’s life.

This guy is organizing up a storm as far as hypnosis events in Melbourne, and  they probably have to work that out for themselves, but at least we can make him think twice about ever buying a plane ticket to a North American event.

Art G.Shvecova (Design graphics - Purple-Galaxy_010418)

Punishment

Last night I accidentally disobeyed sir for touching without sucking. As punishment sir had me do a write me task with the line “I will not touch without sucking” and I wasn’t allowed to cum for the rest of the night. It was 100 lines and each mistake I made added 3 more lines. Each buzz also made me feel aroused and fuzzy. This also happened to be when I was tired at 2 am so my focus already wasn’t too great. An hour later a horny, fuzzy and exhausted me finished and went to sleep.

Gullible

“You’re so gullible,” I laughed.

“I am not!” You huffed back, indignant.

I raised an eyebrow. “Do you even know what gullible means?”

“It means–” You opened your mouth and closed it, suddenly very confused as you glared at me. “What did you–”

“It means you’re free. So you don’t think you’re free?”

“O-Of course I do, I just didn’t know it me–”

I laughed. “I’m just yanking your chain. You’re so gullible.” I saw your face freeze in confusion and annoyance.

I lowered my voice. “Gullible in this instance means controlled. You are so controlled. You love being controlled. Isn’t that right?”

“R…Right.” You looked dazed, a bit of the light behind your eyes growing dimmer as they fluttered. “I’m gullible.”

I brought a hand to my mouth. “My, are you sure? Do you know what you just said?”

“I…no…?” You started to slump back against the couch.

“Gullible means you’re in trance. Aren’t you? You’re so gullible.”

And you slid and fell right into my lap, my gullible little toy.

Polygonal Orgasm

“Please, Sir. An hour of porn a day when I’m on no touch is killing me.”

I can make it two hours.

“Sir, no, please.”

Why are you on no touch, slut?

“Because I came without your permission, Sir.”

And why do you need my permission?

“Because my orgasm doesn’t belong to me. It’s yours, Sir.”

That’s right. You stole an orgasm from me. There has to be a consequence for that or you’ll just end up cumming whenever you feel like it, like you used to, barely appreciating it. Is that what you want?

“No, Sir.”

Then you’re not to touch that cunt of mine until I decide you’re ready.

Female? Feeling wet, horny, submissive? Tell me about it.