Denial Switch Quean

Denial December started for me with a burst of great excitement and glee - and then on just Day 3 Tumblr announced our collective demise and I was plunged into despair. Instead of blogging my play in the game I found myself scrolling and reading for alternative homes for our entire kinky community to move.  And I will keep looking for a new home and move there as soon as it is clear that is where we are headed. I do not want to continue to support Tumblr and its slut shaming ways.

But for now I am also going to post my Denial December update.

Day 2 - A ruin! Every thing that is said about ruins is true! It is intense. It provokes string emotions - not all of them good. After he told me to cum then pulled his cock from me and watched me crash in frustration I wanted to hit him. I felt such intense frustration. I begged, tried to bargain, pleaded, sulked, squirmed - none of it worked. He was keeping to the the agreements of Denial December. I felt a bit agitated all day - but his orgasm in me later that afternoon did help to settle my nerves.

Day 3 - All edges unique in some way. No repetition. I did manage more variation but I also had one repetition - my first and last edge of the day were identical - in bed, finger on clit, other hand on nipple. Other edges achieved: finger fucking g-spot, humping my back roller, humping my book. 

Day 4 - only part way through but wow! Wedgie up my cunt and ass crack has my edged pussy in the front of my mind all day. Hip wiggling tweaks my hard clit deliciously but my ass is a bit sore from the full time wedgie. I still have the pussy and mouth stuffing edges to look forward to!

December 4th and I haven’t had a full orgasm since November 8th. Day 4 od Denial December and day 26 of orgasm denial.

“Oh Sir I love your cream all over my pussy. I love how tenderized and wet my pussy is after you fuck and cum in my edged cunt. Please can I edge my clit now with your cream as my lube? I am so turned on - I want to hard edge some more - please.”

He turns on his side facing away from me.“Of course you can sweetie. Right after I fall asleep. Right now I want your hands on me. Rub my back. Massage my thighs. Relax my neck with your thumbs and then gently massage my scalp with your fingers . . . when you hear my breathing slow down and deepen you may bring your hands to your clit and edge that creamed pussy.”

I sigh happily and roll towards him, my hands already on his warm skin. “Thank you Sir. Thank you Love.”

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Once the thought entered her mind she couldn’t escape it. She was clearly still in pet mode. Her animal brain wanting her body to stay there.

He’d petted and stroked her this morning while he fucked her. Together they’d edged her on his cock and worked to access the dignity unfettered part of her. His insistence that she moo for his cream pushed her brain past the brink and she felt herself sunk deeply into her pet-self.

When he kissed her goodbye, she turned languidly in bed and time stopped to exist as she edged on loop. Nothing mattered except sensation.

Eventually a different sensation prevailed. A rumbling in her belly forced her hand away from her wet cunt and her feet on the ground.

“Plug your pussy.” Popped into her head. That’s right. It was like he was there as his voice spoke into her head. She slid a purple hefty cock into her cunt and pulled on tight panties and jeans to hold it in place.

Barefoot, topless, and plugged, she padded out to the kitchen in the quest for food. Cracking open the fridge she spied last night’s leftover teriyaki beef bowl with a happy smile. “Yes! That was just what she needed.”

But the lid of the bowl resisted her. The plastic lid stuck firmly to the base. In frustration she dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and wrestled the two apart. As she sat the cock seated more deeply in her and she groaned quietly.

That’s when the thought hit her.

Animals eat on the ground.

Animals eat on the ground with abandon. They sate their hunger without thought to dignity or dining manners.

And once the thought entered her mind she couldn’t escape it. Compelled, she put the bowl on the ground and dropped forward onto all fours. She had to stick her ass in the air to get her mouth close enough to the bowl to get at the cold, day old, enticing breakfast. She stuck her face into the bowl and her tongue snaked out and scored a piece of the beef.

“Mmmmmm.” It was so good. Far better than when she first tasted it last night when it was hot and she was sat up on the sofa using a fork.

The rice was harder to get. It had congealed into the sides and bottom of the bowl. It wouldn’t just slip onto her tongue like the beef had. No. To get at it she had to push her face further into the bowl and dig at it with her jaw. Oh! The pleasure when she worked a piece free! The reward of it sliding into her mouth. She chewed loudly and happily. Mouth open. Noises her human self would never abide in herself or others.

Back to the bowl. Ass further in the air to get into the tight edge where the top and sides of the bowl met, food stuck to her chin and cheeks - the plug sliding pleasurably. She began to purposely shift her hips as she ate - enjoying the light fucking during her meal.

After a while though she found it harder to swallow. The rice was sticking in her throat. She needed a drink.

Spying the cold coffee in the pot, she poured it into a bowl and placed it on the floor next to the dinner dish. She wondered if she would be able to get it into her mouth in amounts that would help her swallow. He concern though was unfounded as she was easily able to lap and suction the soothing liquid and wash down the rice.

Thoughts really left then as she noisily relished both food and drink. To get the last of the rice she had to lay down on her belly and use her paws to keep the bowl in place while working her tongue into its crease. She did wish the bowl wasn’t plastic as it didn’t feel nice when it’s top edge was pushed into her cheek - but it was worth the price for getting at all the food.

She didn’t stop until her dinner was gone. She paused for a moment and wondered how he would feel if he saw her this way. Would he be repelled by her mess, her noise, her lack of dignity? Would he be amused? Would he find it and her entertaining? Would he be aroused by her debasing behavior? Would it make his cock hard to see her eat like a pet on the kitchen floor?

With him in her mind, she suddenly remembered he’d left her a piece of cake in the fridge. Cake filled with fruit and covered in delicious cream. If she had a tail it would have been wagging as she opened the fridge and pulled the cake from the bakery box and gleefully placed the sole remaining piece standing upright on the cardboard base on the floor next to the coffee bowl.

She dove in! This was so much easier to eat and she devoured it with glee! Cream coated her face and filled her mouth. She pumped her filled cunt back and forth humping the air and floor as she ravaged the cake. Cake! Oh cake! Oh cake!

Suddenly it was gone. Her belly was full, her face a disgrace, and her spirit light. A deep feeling of contentment washed over her. She sat back on her haunches.

Denial recently overwhelmed me. 

My pussy is engorged to the point I ache.  The impulse to edge is almost irresistible. I wake up in the middle of the night to edge - and I can think of little more than how to get him to fuck me again, and again, and again. I feel overwhelmed. I also feel selfish. I’m not really looking to please him - I am looking to try and quench my cravings even briefly. I tell myself the point of denial and edging is to keep me ready for him and focussed on his pleasure - but all I can think about is my own deep and consuming ache. I want him to use me more to sate my own craving - I feel so so needy.

It isn’t as if I am never cumming. He allowed me to orgasm just two days ago. Just once though. My first in ten days. My second in twenty-eight days. One wet explosive orgasm that seemed to bestir my arousal more than it resolved it. Having cum once though seems to have made things more intense. My pussy is so swollen and achey. Engorged. It wants to be released. I didn’t know what to ask for. Asking to cum feels so contrary to what we were doing. 

Instead I daydream about my clit being licked. I so want my own submissive between my legs licking me while he watches and enjoys. Maybe he fucks her while she licks me. I yearn for him to touch me, edge, me, lick me. I imagine ways I might be worthy of pleasure by being humbled and I marvel at my draw to humiliation. I have always contended denial play is not about humiliation for me but rather about deserving intense denial and connection to him. But how do I then make sense of the fantasy that repeats of me being allowed to orgasm in a room filled with his friends while I ride a fucking chair, squirting all over the place, allowing others to cum on me, while the room watched and even somewhat amused at my debasement? What is that?!

I didn’t know what to ask for. 

Should I ask him to help me squirt without cumming? Maybe that would relieve the ache without the pleasure. . . 

Should I ask him to hit my pussy and make it swollen and sore such that the ache is replaced with a different pain sensation? I have realized recently that pain is its own release - one I greatly appreciate when I have unrequited arousal. . . 

Should I ask him to hold the line? Deny? Me?Allow me to please more people in order to tamp down the roar? 

Should I ask to be allowed to cum? Could I?