So Submissive...

Frustrated beginning to the year...

I have been on denial for almost two weeks now and was meant to have release today however sir wants me to wait two more days until he gets home. So very frustrated and resisting the urge to give bratty responses.

Frustrating...

While currently on no touch instead of doing my daily edges sir is making me suck my dildo and look at tumblr... it's so very frustrating looking at tumblr this way.

Gah... I mean thanks for that clarification >< lol

Denied

This morning Sir didn’t let me have release after my edges… Still feeling horny and dont think tumblr is the best place to be or is it? Denial is so frustrating yet can be so good.

She tried to ignore the toes rubbing up and down her leg.. that suggestion that she would feel aroused at any touch by her neighbor was ridiculous. She only went along with the session to appease her so called party trick. Sure she had obeyed when she was told to strip down to her shoes but she was only just going along with it. She wasnt slipping to the pleasure... She could resist... She would stay in control... Nevermind a whimper just escaped her and she was told she wouldnt cum without her permission.

Numbing cream

This morning I had some time to be lazy in the bed before work. I was going to edge, then I remembered the numbing cream. I have Emla for using before laser epilation (to get rid of the hair) on my labia. 

I’ve been fantasizing about BeingFuckedWithNumbingCreamOn SlowlyLosingSensationAnd WastingTheRareChanceToCum for some time now. Wanted to try how it really feels.

I took the cream from the bed side drawer and put a large amount on my finger. 

Even the thought of this made my pussy drip. Without even touching my clit, I was on the edge. It’s all in the mind, after all ;) In my strange mind. 

I reached my clit and rubbed the whole amount in circles, until it was all soaked. Some on the surrounding area too. I made sure there was an excess amount of cream directly on the clit. 

I edged, just from this brief stimulation on my clit. With the thought of the numbing cream, it was so intense. I stopped touching, but I was going to go over the edge, I could feel it. So I opened my legs wide and opened my labia with hands wide, to stop the slightest contact on my clit. Like that, I waited for 10 minutes, and rubbed to test. The sense had decreased, but I could still feel the touch. Ahh it was soo sweet. I waited another 15 minutes and rubbed again. Oh my.. nothing. 

My clit stopped existing. I touched and rubbed and pressed. Nothing. Just a piece of nerveless meat. Like your mouth after the dentist gives you the anesthetic shot.

My clit completely numbed, I reached for my dildo. It is very smooth, polished wood, curved, to press the right spots inside. I started fucking myself with it. There was a lot of pleasure from the dildo too. I thought I was getting close. If I went over the edge I decided to let it happen so that I prove myself that I can cum from penetration only. I would cum, and remove the dildo just when I start to throb, and ruin it. 

Idea of ruining a penetration-only orgasm sounded so evil. Made me hotter. 

I fucked myself so fast with the dildo. Without my clit feeling nothing, the pleasure was intense, but just not enough. Or maybe it would be enough if I could continue as long as necessary but my arm would get so tired after like 4-5 minutes I’d need to stop and rest. With each frenzied thrust, I edged. With each stop for rest, I calmed down. As I was fucking myself with the dildo like crazy I heard these inner voices of some strangers I imagined playing with me:

 “This is all you get for pleasure now. Your clit is gone. Kaputt. Nada. All you get is penetration only. Cum from this.” 

This was so hot and I was so close I was panting and moaning in the bedroom out loud and sweating… Yet I could not go over that edge.

More than an hour of furiously trying, my arms were very tired, and my body was very frustrated. I gave up. I dressed, and came to work.

My clit came back like half and hour later I left home. It started throbbing with need under my jeans.

I have been at work for 3 hours. I can not do real work. I can not concentrate on anything. The ache on my pussy has consumed me. The need is overwhelming.

When I talk to my colleagues, it’s like I’m faking the conversation. What I’m really thinking about is the ache.

Instead of doing proper work, I am typing this on my laptop, getting wetter and more needy as type it.

“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.

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