Denied...

Alyssa didn’t know where her clothes had gone. Every time she tried to think about it, the memories simply tumbled down into a rabbit hole of pleasure so strong she was practically drunk on it until it was all she could do to keep her head from lolling back on her shoulders in mindless bliss. And she couldn’t let that happen, not when Maria took advantage of her every distraction to whisper in her ear about how good it would be to let go and become an obedient lesbian pleasure puppet. Alyssa had to resist. She couldn’t give in, or she would end up just like Zoe.

She could hear Zoe even now, leaning up against the wall and masturbating openly while Maria slowly teased the surrender from Alyssa’s dripping cunt. Alyssa thought she might have tried to ask Zoe for help at first; she had a faint, vague memory of giving her friend a pleading look and seeing only blank, obedient anticipation in return. Maria must have gotten to Zoe already. Alyssa could picture Zoe zoning out more and more as Maria spoke to her in those same low, soothing tones, softening her mind into placid compliance until all Zoe wanted to do was give her friend the same gift of mindless peace and pleasure. She could picture it… so perfectly. So easily. So…

Alyssa shook her head, struggling to clear the fog of endorphins from her mind and focus on Maria’s words. She couldn’t let them slip away into the back of her mind like that–if they did, they would become indistinguishable from her own thoughts. That was Zoe right now, mindlessly fingering herself and nodding along to everything Maria said, perfectly blank and aroused and empty and blissful and vacant and horny and oh shit, she was doing it again. She blinked heavily, her body swaying loosely as her muscles relaxed under Maria’s ministrations.

Alyssa forced herself to think about every word Maria was saying. ‘Focus on my voice.’ Yes, she could do that. ‘Focus on the pleasure it brings.’ It did feel amazing, Alyssa had to admit–she wasn’t gay (she wasn’t she wasn’t she wasn’t) but she’d never been touched like this before, not by men or women. Maria knew just when to rub Alyssa’s clit and just when to sink her fingers all the way into Alyssa’s slick and dripping channel and pound Alyssa’s cunt full force. Until it was so hard to resist the pleasure, until Alyssa tensed in another near-orgasm and then sagged helplessly into Maria’s arms as her seductress stopped just short of making her cum. Alyssa couldn’t cum just yet. Alyssa had to give in to obedience before she could cum. Alyssa had to surrender to Maria, just like Zoe had…

Shit. That was Maria again. Alyssa tried to remember when she’d lost track of the soft, breathy, sensual whisper in her ear and had simply gone into a fugue of arousal, but… but it was all a blur. Her memories were jumbled up into one stretch of bliss after another, one teasing touch so much like the next that time seemed to have lost all meaning for her. Without any external cues to guide her, Alyssa felt like she could have spent an eternity in this room, held in Maria’s arms and drugged deeper into obedience by the flow of constant sensation. Everything was so maddeningly repetitive, so exhaustingly circular. She didn’t even know when she took off her clothes.

Clothes.

Alyssa didn’t know where her clothes had gone…

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Rosettes Series #51 - Dennis Wojtkiewicz.

Last night he put orajel on my clit and I went brain dead. He kept fucking me, hard, relentless pumping that made me shudder and drool out the side of my mouth as I mewled something about “it’s not working, you took it awayyyyy” It still felt good, but in a frustrating way that kept me wet without any release. I pawed at my useless button, it felt like touching someone else’s, there was no response. I told him so, and he said it was good for me not to cum, it kept me pliant and obedient for him, isn’t that what I wanted? He finished on my face and scooped me up, I caught my breath and tried not to focus on the yearning that was still there. Good girls don’t cum.

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8 months complete!

Well another month complete! A few days ago marked 8 months of orgasm denial for me!

It feels like time has just flown by! I can’t believe in a few short months it will be an entire year! Never ever did I think I could do this when I first started exploring! I have my friends and Sir to thank for that and are teaching me ever day and reminding me how good if feels to be a good girl ❤

Lately I have been extremely aroused to the point that im waking up dripping and desperate to edge. I even got in trouble one night because i edged without permission because i just couldn’t control my insane need building in me. Even after all this time im so aroused most days! Which makes it hard to concentrate some days but you learn to deal with it as it comes.

Im a better, happier girl, when i let someone else be in control😊 Though i truly love and am a sub at heart I have come to learn that I do enjoy taking control and having fun teasing others too. It helps when I don’t have permission myself to touch to make others touch for me haha

I don’t know how long this will last but I’m looking forward to finding out. ❤

- LovelyChica (sodance)

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Waiting

Just laying down all needy and aroused waiting for Sir to use me for pleasure. I'm currently on a call with sir and a friend. I'm so horny and I've just been told to browse tumblr while I wait.

Day 14 of my denial

It has been 2 weeks since my last orgasm. Sir has told me I'm not allowed to touch without his permission apart from my morning edges. I have 10 minutes each morning and can't go over. I feel so very submissive currently and easily aroused. This will definitely be the longest time I have done denial for as I still have 6 days to go.