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wickedlittlebtch:

I did a thing. A vile, mean, intense and delicious thing.

Here’s the great thing about orgasm denial as part of the dynamic. You can just wing it. You can improvise. Something you can’t really do in the same way with things like pain, because preparations and aftercare can include wildly different things.

Anyway, I improvised and brought Sphinx and me to a new frontier. Translation; I broke his little fucktoy brain and was meaner than ever before.

I made him touch and fuck me willy nilly a couple of times, because I was horny, and because I wanted to rile him up. But that’s just where it started. Looking at him, glistening cock, beggy eyes, frustrated stance after I pulled him out of me just short of a ruin… I got an idea. I told him I wanted him to cum on my face (which I do… oh mannn I do). His moan when I said that… ugh. The doubt and want sliding over his face, his whole body posture. He can’t cum until the 26th of May. That’s what he/we agreed to with his other partner. He didn’t want to violate that. So I told him, “You could always ask her.”, and he did. She said dooooo it.

Can you guess where this is going yet? 😛

We went to bed, Sphinx all “yeah let’s do this!”. We fucked. I pushed him off of me, on his knees, (cause how else am I gonna get cum on my face *wink) and I started doing what I do best. Using my hands and mouth to work him into a frenzy. “You can cum, but you have to ask me before you do.” was answered with groans. It took him a couple of edges and a ruin before he started asking me to let him cum. And we all know that’s where the fun begins. *smirk “No.”

Now, that’s nothing new. The way he reacts to it is nothing new. He didn’t know whether to pull his cock away from me or give it to me. You know. The dilemma. 😛 And that’s when it happened. I told him he could cum, that he should cum, that I was waiting for him to blow his load… while edging him continuously and furiously. Now this next bit is infused with nasty smirks and evil laughs at my parts, delivered with the sweetest tone I could muster.

“Please come for me… I want you to soooo bad”

“Groan”

“Why aren’t you cumming baby, am I not doing this right?”

“Pleaheahease, please don’t stop!!!”

“Cum for me, please don’t deny me your sperm, don’t you wan’t to cum?”

“Yes please please please don’t stop uggghhh”

“Well now I’m just getting hurt… you can’t cum? Don’t you love my mouth around your cock? Don’t you want to spray all over me?”

“Aaaaahhh groan grunts whimpers etc. etc.”

Time after time after time. Until he collapsed… crying.

“I can’t cum *sob I can’t cum”

“Why not baby?”

He was gone, he couldn’t really answer. So I scooped him up, grabbed him tight, caressed him with my fingertips and told him how proud I was. And I was. At the both of us. I made a grown ass man cry. And I loved it. And he went through a more extensive mindfuck than I thought he could handle, and he loved it as much as he hated it. He really thought he would get to cum. To be fair, I thought so too, before that little spark in me was tickled to be mean. But I know he also really wants to hit that target, and he’s grateful I’m not taking that away from him.

The one bad take away from this? No cum for me. ^^

The Edging Therapist – Session 1

female-orgasm-denial:

It was an unconventional therapy, but their sexless marriage was on the verge of a complete breakdown, and they both recognised they needed something radical to get it back on track.

A friend had given them her card, with a knowing smile and an extracted promise. ‘No one must ever know I gave you this. We never talk about it, you never ask about it. Deal?’

How mysterious, but that friend’s marriage had looked rocky a while back, and something had transformed it. Maybe it was worth a go. What the hell was Edging Therapy anyway, even Google didn’t know.

The first session was relatively straightforward, talking about their situation, until it got to her asking about their sex life in the most intimate detail. The questions she asked, but also the way she asked them – her arousal was obvious, and infectious. Making them describe their first encounters, their most memorable moments, what they were best at, what they enjoyed most.

‘I’m going to masturbate while you talk. In five minutes i’m going to ask you to do the same,’ she announced, and to both their astonishment, without the slightest embarrassment, she spread her legs, lifted her short skirt and slipped her fingers down between her legs, slowly masturbating through her sheer lingerie.

The topic moved to masturbation, how natural it was, asking about both their experiences. She slipped her fingers inside as the wife described her first times touching herself, and to her husband’s surprise, how regularly she did it now.

The therapist looked at her watch, sliding her hand to her mouth and nonchalantly sucking her juices off as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

She leaned in to the wife, ‘Show me, show me what you do. I want you to masturbate, right here and now for me. This is an absolutely essential to this working, I know it’s difficult, but I just did it, you can too. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, this is how my therapy works, so if you’re serious about wanting to fix things, reach down and masturbate.’

And much to her own surprise, she did. Hesitantly, but she was already aroused, the questions, the frankness, seeing another woman doing it, right there in front of them. 

She turned to the husband, whose eyes were wide, ‘I assume you’ve never watched her do this before?’

‘I had no idea,’ he stuttered. ‘I didn’t know she ever did it, let alone so often. This is mindblowing.’

She quizzed him on his habits, and he tried not to look at his wife as he confessed just how often, and where, he would jerk himself off, every day.

‘You want to masturbate too, watching her?’ she asked.

‘I do, I really do!’ he replied, glad she didn’t make him confess any more.

‘Well you can’t. Let me make this very clear right at the start.’ She looked at them both, pausing. Her hand moved to his crotch and she squeezed.

‘I control this cock. It’s the very core of how I’m going to fix your marriage.’

‘This cock is my property while you’re in my care, is that clear? Do both of you understand?’ She turned to the wife. ‘Until I say otherwise, you are not allowed to touch it, rub it, suck it, or fuck it. Yes?’

‘Y..yes, okay. If that’s what we need,’ the wife said.

He snorted, ‘It’s not like she was anyway.’

The therapist turned to him, ‘And you, are you willing to let me control this?’ she rubbed his rigid cock through his pants.

‘If she’s okay with it, then fuck yes. I’m in!’

She made them both say it, she was in control. Not just of his cock, but their entire sex life. They would do what she told them, and most importantly, neither was allowed to cum without her permission.

‘No cumming, is that clear? Let me hear you say it,’ she insisted.

‘No cumming,’ they both replied, uncertainly.

‘Are you close to an orgasm right now?’, she asked the wife. She knew she was. ‘Do not cum, do you understand? If you do this will all be for nothing. Instead, slow down, and watch, and enjoy.’

The therapist slowly undid the husband’s zipper, she smiled to herself as she saw the sparks of lust ignite in the wife’s eyes. This was going to be an easy one. She kept looking at her as she pulled out his erect cock, playing with the slippery precum before lubing it up and stroking more vigorously.

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She didn’t need to say much at this point, the edging would do its work. It always did. 

He didn’t take long at all to get to the edge, she’d have to work on that. She shifted her attention to him, keeping him there. Making him focus on his wife, as she masturbated, watching.

‘Tell him what you want right now’, she told the wife.

He nearly came right then as he heard his wife express how desperate she was for his cock, the things she wanted to do to it, things he’d only dreamed of. And then it was his turn, in the most crude of terms telling his wife how desperate he was to fuck her, to use her, to be inside her again.

And then her hand stopped, right on the edge, one more stroke and he’d have cum.

‘You stop too,’ she told the wife. ‘That’s it, you’re both done for today.’

They both protested, but the therapist was abrupt and in command. ‘I said that’s it, this is edging, just look at how it’s already affected you, and we’re only just beginning.’

She reiterated to the wife that his cock was not to be touched, and then turned to him. ‘You too, no more wanking, it stops now.’

His wife exclaimed, ‘There’s no way he can manage that, you heard how often he jerks off.’

‘I know, that’s why he’s going to wear this,’ the therapist replied, opening a box on the table.

‘I’m going to lock up his penis in a cage that only I’ll have the key to. And you,’ she looked to the wife, ‘If you can’t control yourself I’ve got something similar to put you in, but for now, it’s just him who’ll be locked up.’

‘What the fuck? I’m not putting my dick in that!’ he whined.

‘Well that’s up to you, but if that’s the case then I’m afraid our sessions end now. But before you decide, just think. How much do you want this? How much do you want her to look at you again the way she did just now?’

‘I, I want that more than anything.’ He looked like he was suddenly going to cry.

‘Because right now, you’re selfishly draining all your sexual energy, jerking off whenever you want. And she needs it, you both need it, this marriage needs it. And it’s a habit you won’t break, without this. So, will you wear it, for three days, for the sake of your marriage, for the sake of her?’

‘I will, yes of course I will.’ 

Before he had time to change his mind she slid him into the steel cage, locking it and putting the key in her desk.

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‘Shit that’s tight, there’s no room to grow at all!’ he exclaimed.

‘It’s better that way, it hurts, less, when you do try to get hard. Here, read this.’

She gave him a sheet with aftercare instructions, and how to handle the times it tries to get hard.

In the meantime his wife had moved close, right next to him for the first time. Staring at his cock, now encased in tight steel bands. ‘Oh my god, I think I want it even more now it’s behind bars!’

‘Welcome to edging therapy both of you. You’ve had a taste, and you’ve done wonderfully. No strict rules, yet – except one, which is?’

‘No cumming!’ they laughed together.

The magic was already working.


If you enjoyed this let me know, I’m sure I can find out details of their further sessions… 
edging.space – denial for couples

Original picture is of Mistress T – photoshopped source unknown

Wow! This is delicious. I’d love to see more.