teaseandswitch

You don't wanna be able to make decisions on your own.

You don't wanna think anymore.

You wanna feel like an object.

You wanna be dumb.

It's always bothered me that objectification and misogyny go hand in hand. They do, but wanting objectification does not mean you want misogyny. But perhaps for a lot of people who want it, they just think they come as a package.

But she said something to me when I was edging and cuntbabbling. I said I wanted to be an object for her, broadly, I can't remember the exact words I used, but object was definitely one of them.

She told me she didn't want that, it didn't turn her on to think of me or hear me talk like that.

And this is a woman who would quite cheerfully fill me full of drugs and leave me edging incoherently while she fucks someone else.

And then she told me she wanted my involvement, she wanted to see just how far she could push my mind and my body

I had to reconsider my words.

I want to be complicit in my own reduction. Not as an object inferior, as a willing, equal participant in the fucked up things she wants to do to me. That I want her to do to me.

Of course I'm always a willing participant in reality, but the words were different, the understanding, for me, was different.

So perhaps if you harbor secret desires like I do, perhaps if you share them with your man, or online with the 'Doms', then perhaps consider that you might not want to be an object inferior.

Perhaps consider that you're an equal partner in an experiment to reduce you as far as you can go.

It is not a quest for kneeling to someone who would take your devotion callously and without thought.

They'd been sitting on her couch for hours and he was reeling from the hottest, steamiest, most erotic makeout session imaginable.

Deep soft kisses... her mouth sensually ravishing his neck... her tongue swirling and teasing his ear.

And most maddeningly her soft hand wrapped gently around his cock... teasing it... stroking it... petting it... keeping it agonizingly hard and aroused yet not letting him cum.

And it was then when he heard her voice whisper in his ear, "With most boys I'd have already made them cum two... three... four times by now. But, you're not like most boys, are you, sweetie?"

She'd laughed softly at his whimper, continuing to murmur in his ear, "Of course you're not baby. Boys like you don't cum, do they? They ache... they suffer... they don't release their cum, do they?..."

"Oh god...," he'd groaned.

"No, of course they don't, not boys like you," she'd continued. "They let their cum build and build... letting their balls get fuller, and heavier, achier... while their cock stays hard, desperate, and drippy..."

Sensing he was again on the brink of orgasm she pulled her hand back once more, leaving him to whimper in frustration as his once again abandoned, untouched cock was left just short of cumming.

"That's what happens to boys like you, isn't it?," she'd whispered. "They don't get to cum, do they?... they're not allowed... they don't get to make those kinds of decisions on their own... they need someone to do it for them... boys like you need someone to give them permission, don't they?"

She paused, then in a wickedly taunting voice purred, "...and I haven't given you permission, have I baby?"

"No," he'd panted, nearly breathless.

"That's right sweetie, I haven't... so you can't cum, you're not allowed. Most boys can cum whenever they want, but not you... you have to wait... you need to be patient... you need to be kept nice and close... boys like you don't get to cum... they get to be left aching to cum all the time, huh?"

Her fingers resumed just barely touching his cock... feathery light... barely even perceptible... yet in in his excruciatingly desperate condition it was enough to make him want to cum so badly he nearly started to cry.

“Please what, baby?,” Kelly’s voice teased in her ear.

“Oh god, please…. please more? But please, don’t stop this time??”

“More what?,” Ally teased. “More…. of this?”

Her mouth descended down the curve of Sadie’s breast, tongue swirling around her aching nipple before drawing it into her mouth and suckling gently.

Kelly grinned as their new roommate’s head fell back in pleasure as she thrust her breast toward Ally’s mouth, her voice whimpering, “I c-cant…. I can’t take anymore of this. Please?? Please let me cum??”

The two vixens had been sensually working over their new roomie for hours, their lips, tongues and fingertips playing her body masterfully, repeatedly working Sadie into a quivering, erotic frenzy only to stop…. and let her cool down just long enough for them to resume their erotic torment. By now Sadie had been brought to the brink of orgasm and denied release so many times that she was on the verge of a meltdown.

In an innocent voice Kelly teased, “Aww, you can’t take anymore? Does that mean you want us to stop? But baby, your pussy is absolutely soaked…. don’t you want to feel my tongue on it again?…. hmm?… Sadie, sweetheart, think about it… your poor, sweet pussy… it wants attention so bad… don’t you want me to lick it some more for you?”

Nearly sobbing, Sadie pleaded, “More than anything in the world! But, my god please?? Don’t stop this time?! Please?? Please let me cum?!”

Chuckling softly Kelly teased, “Such a needy girl.” Already her mouth was descending Sadie’s body once more, settling in between her hot, silky, quivering thighs.

All it took was one long… soft… slow…. lick of her tongue along her dewy folds and Sadie emitted a whine of need so desperate it made her tormentors purr with lust.

As Kelly’s mouth skillfully lavished her pussy with more pleasure, Ally focused on her soft, heaving breasts, rhythmically and hungrily suckling one while her fingertips toyed with the nipple of the other.

Sadie was nearly incoherent with pleasure and her desperate need for release. Her body was shaking with need as she felt herself yet again being brought closer and closer to the edge.

“Please?? I’m begging you, don’t stop this time?! I’ll do anything you want… just please, let me cum?!”

Both women stopped at the sound of her pleas, their eyes meeting as they nodded subtly to one another.

Kissing Sadie’s pussy lovingly Kelly purred, “Aww, is it that bad, baby? Do you really need it that bad?”

“Yessss…..”

“Aww, we’re sorry, Sadie. We had no idea we had you so… worked up. But, were you serious? Would you really do… anything… if we were to let you cum?”, Ally asked.

She paused, but weakly whimpered, “Y-yes, I would….”

“Mmm, do you know what would be insanely hot, Sadie? If when we made you cum…. we had you tied down. Have you ever cum like that before, baby?”

Her eyes widened as she looked at Kelly, eventually managing to weakly answer, “No.”

Now it was Ally adding, “Oh honey, really? Never? Sweetie, you really have to try it… it’s so crazy hot. When you’re tied down it’s like all your senses become ultra alive, and since you’re helpless and can’t do anything about it you have no choice but to just surrender to all the pleasure…..”

“Oh god…,” Sadie whimpered.

“So when we make you cum… and cum…. and cum…. it’s like you’re on the wildest, most erotic, most pleasurable ride of your life…”, Kelly explained.

“Please???,” Sadie whined, the mere description of what they were saying nearly more than she could take.

“Is that what you want, baby?…. hmm?….,” Ally teased. “Do you want Kelly and to tie you down and make you cum like that?”

“Yessss! Please, I want that so bad!”

“Mmm, of course we will, honey….”

“Just come with us, we know just what you need, Sadie….”

***********

Moments later she found herself bound to their bed, limbs spread and secured to the bedposts. But, to her dismay, even an hour later Sadie had yet to experience her first wave of relief.

Instead, her need for an orgasm was more agonizing than ever. And with a ballgag now secured into her mouth to silence her pleas even begging was no longer an option for her.

With Ally stretched out along one side of her sucking on a nipple, Kelly on the other side doing the same, Sadie’s hips quivered and writhed in search of attention. Instead, all she felt were gentle, feathery light caresses along her trembling inner thighs, cruelly close to her dripping, aching pussy that for the moment was being denied any attention at all.

“I know, baby,” Ally purred. “It’s not fair, is it? You wanna cum so bad, don’t you? You will sweetie, we promise…. honest. But, there’s no need for us to be in a hurry….”

They both heard what sounded like a sob of frustration come from behind the ballgag, causing them both to smile softly.

“It’s just that the longer you wait… and the more you want it… the better it will be for you when you eventually get it,” Kelly added. “And baby, we’re going to make sure it’s so, soo, sooo good for you.”

“So just lie back and relax, Sadie…. don’t be in such a rush. After all, we have all the time in the world….”

“….and I think you’re going to find this next part to be really hot…. like, crazy hot…”

Sadie’s eyes widened when she saw her two tormentors each produce a long, soft feather in each of their hands. She shook her head from side to side, moaned in to her gag, and her body began to strain and pull uselessly against her bonds.

“Relax baby, they’re just soft… innocent… feathers….”

“They can’t hurt you, we promise…”

Twenty minutes later Sadie’s body was quivering and trembling uncontrollably as Ally skillfully swirled and stroked a feather around each of her nipples, while Kelly wickedly used one of hers to lightly feather her pussy while the other circled and teased her swollen, pulsing clit.

With their captive now nearly delirious from sensation overload, Kelly calmly said to her, “I know, right? See, it’s so hot, isn’t it? Wanna know the really crazy part though? Even though it feels sooo good, it’s like…. it’s never quite enough. The sensations are so light and delicate we could do this to you for hours and even though you’d feel like you were right there… almost about to cum…. you’d never, ever get there.”

Ally smiled at the sight of tears of frustration rolling down Sadie’s face, then leaning up she gently kissed them away. Stroking her hair soothingly, she cooed, “I know, baby… you’re so wet, so desperate to cum… we’re driving you crazy, aren’t we? It’ll be ok though, eventually we’re going to let you cum, we promise…. and when we do, oh honey, it’s gonna be crazy for you, just wait and see…”

Bravely, Sadie managed to nod her head, causing Ally to smile and murmur, “Good girl….”

“But until then, you can’t begin to imagine how much fun we’re going to have with you,” Kelly teased.

Kasey was well aware of why the sounds coming from Michael were so agonized. She knew that her expectations of a lover were at best…. different. At worst…. some might say unrealistic or even cruel. Still, she knew what she wanted and settling for anything less than what she expected of a man was simply not an acceptable option for her.

She was also perfectly aware that tonight would be by far the most difficult night for Michael so far. From their first date nearly two months ago Kasey had sensed something in his eye, in his behavior, something that made her feel like maybe… just maybe…. Michael might be different.

And so far, she could not have been more right. But tonight, for the first time since they’d begun seeing one another, finally, Kasey was allowing Michael entry in to her soft, moist pussy. Still, he needed to understand it was for her pleasure, not his own. Before he slipped inside her Kasey purred, “Fuck me, Michael…. make me cum….. but don’t cum…. not unless I say….”

After waiting as long as he had he was more than eager to play by her rules. And after all, this was far from the first time Michael found himself at the mercy of Kasey’s rules. And her rules were always the same, whether it was when he’d felt her softly, skillfully stroking his cock... or if he’d been writhing in a blend of pleasure and agony when she ravished and devoured him with her soft mouth and swirling tongue yet denying him his release.

No cumming, unless Kasey said. That was her rule. And although Kasey never missed her opportunity for a shuddering, orgasmic release, that was certainly not true for Michael. Because for Kasey, nearly as pleasurable for her as her own shuddering orgasms, were the pleasure and power she felt when she simply said, “No, Michael….. not tonight…. not for you….,” leaving him to ache in frustration.

But never, not until tonight had Michael had to endure the moistness, the softness, of Kasey’s pussy while trying to hold back. And after doing as instructed, fucking her hard and long, giving her the orgasm she’d asked for, Michael was now teetering on the brink himself.

“Kasey please?! Please, please can I cum?? Oh god, I’m so close!”

“No baby…. you can’t…. stay still…. stop moving…..” Her voice was soft, husky, dripping with lust.

Obediently, as if Kasey had flipped a switch in him he stopped, though he still pleaded his case. “Kasey please…. oh god, I need to cum so bad…….”

“Mmm, I know you do baby…. I can tell…. you’re right there, aren’t you?…. but you can’t Michael…. you’re not allowed… not tonight…. you have to pull out sweetheart...”

Kasey smiled at his whimper, at the feel of him withdrawing from her. She kissed him softly, sensually, murmuring sweet encouragements and words of praise. “Mmm, that’s it baby….. that’s it…. oh sweetie, it’s still right there, isn’t it?…. just breathe… let it slip away….”

Kasey gently stroked his hair, caressed his face, savoring his frustration as he could do nothing but helplessly allow the nearness of his orgasm to fade away. Then with a smile she murmured, “There…. all better?…. is it all gone now, honey?….”

Jillags shared this over on BDSMLR and I thought I would comment (after the quote).

"Learning how to lengthen the arousal and erection period while delaying orgasm is an important part of maximizing enjoyment from sex. As the erection proceeds, the physical sensations become increasingly more and more exciting, and the psychological pressure to ejaculate becomes more and more intense. The trick is to learn to keep the stimulation just below the level required for ejaculation while learning to deal with the increasing psychological pressure to ejaculate. Like driving a racing car closer and closer to a wall at ever high speeds, the psychological pleasure becomes more and more intense, the longer the arousal can be maintained without ejaculation, but the greater the enjoyment for the man. Furthermore, the longer this stage can be maintained, the more powerful and enjoyable the orgasm will be for the man. Thus, developing skills for doing this and dealing with the psychological desire to ejaculate for as long as possible are essential for the full enjoyment of partner (and solo) sex, and this is what requires practice. Women usually require a somewhat longer period of time to become fully aroused, so being able to delay orgasm potentially increases the enjoyment of sex by both partners…

Many women believe that men are happier the more frequently they can have intercourse. This is not really accurate. What men truly enjoy is being aroused with their partner (and as their partner is also aroused) while both remain in an aroused state for a long period of time, delaying orgasm for as long as is comfortable and possible…"

So there are a lot of delayed orgasm advocates here, for both men and women.

One thing to add is that there are Eastern Traditions, Tibetan, Tantric, Taoist (check out Mantak Chia) that help men learn to have full body orgasms, circulate their energy, and stay present through these psychologically intense needs that can really strengthen the work of Chastity.

My husband used to fuck me for hours, making me cum many many times, and then end the session without ejaculation.

"MMFF.. mmm!! You moaned as your face was buried in your wife's pussy. Your tongue was busy painting a masterpiece and you could hear her moan like crazy.

You two were holding hands when she close and you felt her grip tighten when she came again. It was her third orgasm in a short time and she finally collapsed forwards atop of you her face ending up close to you painfully trapped erection.

"MMFF.. mmm!! You moaned as your face was buried in your wife's pussy. Your tongue was busy painting a masterpiece and you could hear her moan like crazy.

You two were holding hands when she close and you felt her grip tighten when she came again. It was her third orgasm in a short time and she finally collapsed forwards atop of you her face ending up close to you painfully trapped erection.

repost after host blog got nuked ------ Your relationship with Sophia had been solid after you two finally got a place together. Your sex life has been lots of fun until Sophia asked you wear a chastity cage for her to mix things up.

Since she'd been open to try things you suggested you agreed without hesitation and you had to admit that evening with Sophia being in charge and you not even able to touch yourself was pretty fucking hot.

The ordinary public glory hole might be a dangerous and hard limit for many. But what if we make it.. a bit safer?

Let's say you're secured in the wall and only your udders exposed without the hole. Everyone can grope them, tease them, pinch, rub against them... or slap, put the cigarettes off, twist your nipples using pliers...

They rub their genitals against them, between them, cum on them. Use your body to jerk off, public sex toy and you can't do nothing. You're secured in the wall and you even can't see them.

Or then you skin is cleaned and they start to torture you. You moan and cry, but the wall silences all of that. They slap your tits hard qnd every slap makes you feel dizzy. Then the next person comes and they start pull your tits out. Then they let them go just to see how funnythry bounce. And then they repeat.

It continues the whole evening. Then the program under supervision starts.

The supervisors make sure your skin is clear and the people use clean and sterile instruments.

They pierce your nipples, put the bold rings through it. It hurts, but you can't see it now. You just feel the pain and weight. You can't think straight at the moment. Your mind drifts somewhere in the clouds. Your body is used and you have no control anymore. Your body is modified and you don't care.

Then they bring the ink machine and anyone can write anything at your skin. Some people write something degrading. Other just write their names or put their signatures.

Your tits are not yours anymore. It's public property. Public entertainment.

My fingers move down to try and stimulate myself but she slaps my hand away. She’s literally a human chastity belt.

Eventually, I concede. I remain still enough for her to return her tongue to my clit. A brief reward. Though the moment my hips jerk she pulls it back, and I’m left with the vexing warmth of her breath again. How long must I stay like this? Until I’m crying? Until my begging becomes incoherent?

She grabs my wrists and brings me to the edge again. And, as I beg, her tongue flicks my tortured clit one last time before pulling away. Ruining my orgasm. I begin to cry and she looks right at me and says, “Don’t ever touch my toys while I’m playing with them.”

Ella still felt a bit tired after her afternoon nap. Her Bull had fucked her brains out and made her cum so much she actually passed out. You, her loving submissive was preparing the shower for her.

She looked between her legs and she trembled slightly seeing the mess her Bull had left behind. She finally managed to get out and step into the bathroom where you were equally naked as her, save for the cage that kept your dick locked away and your balls nice and full with just a little shade of 'denial-blue'.

"Well then, Nathan. My favorite student. You're here in my bedroom. What are you going to do next?" She spoke calmly, crossing her legs. God she turned me on so much. But I had no experience, I had no idea what to do or say to her.

Yet she waited on me to make a move. He stare made me both nervous and hard. I started taking off my shirt first. I saw a soft smile on her face which gave me some confidence. I started undoing my belt and stepped out my pants. I neatly folded everything.

Then I took off my boxers. After putting it away I turned back to face her. My face was beet red, my heart pounding, yet my cock was rock hard I felt it twitch and bounce.

She just kept looking at me. I felt so embarrassed, exposed, horny. I got onto my knees and crawled toward her. I briefly looked up at her. She was smirking now.

"I want to learn to pleasure you, serve you." I confessed with a trembling voice.

"Good boy. Look at me, Nathan." She spoke gently, using her foot to force me to look at her.

She leaned forwards a bit. "I'll take you as my submissive. Your cock, your pleasure, your body are now under my control. I will cage your cock so you can't touch yourself without my permission. Do you have a problem with any of this?"

My heart was racing like mad. This was really happening. "No, Mistress." I reply.

"Good boy. I expect full commitment from you, pet."

"Yes, Mistress." I say.

"Good, stay right there, let's get that little cock locked up right away in a nice, tight little cage."

She stood up and left the bedroom. I was so happy and excited for this new journey I was about to set off on, guided by her.

Which is why he took the toy out from between her legs.

Mouth held open by the gag, the noises she made then weren't anything like words, but he could guess what they were about. The frustration showed on every inch of her. Shining sweat, flushed face, heaving breaths. It was too much.

That was the point.

"There there," he said, pinching one of her nipples and causing her back to arch, chest pushing up into his hand. "You're doing very well, but really you're going to give in sooner or later."

He pinched harder. Her gurgle rose in pitch.

"I know explained this at the start, but I'll explain it again. Repetition is part of it, Bunni. The idea is to try and start you again, start over. A clean slate. You were a nice girl, yes, but I want you to be my girl. Totally. With nothing else."

Her head shook weakly. The blindfold stayed on, as did the gag. Blind and dumb, but not deaf. She had no choice but to listen. Listen and shiver as he trailed a finger up her leg, up her side, across her belly...

"Now, if I'd told you any of that a week ago you probably would have laughed. Ridiculous, right? Now though? Now you're not so sure. Now you're a little worried. And it only took, what? An hour to get you like this? Or was it two? Or a day, maybe? Oh, you don't know, do you..."

He leaned in close, put his mouth by her ear.

"You're going to forget your name, you know. The name you think is yours now. I'm going to take it away from you. Maybe you'll hear it one day from someone, someone talking about someone else, and you'll have a moment where it sounds familiar, but then it'll pass. Just some girl you must have known once. But not you. Not my Bunni."

The gag made her whimpering sound dumb and needy. He gave her hair a stroke, tidied some of it up a little.

"It's okay. It's not your choice. It's going to happen, and you won't even remember anyway. Good girl. I think you're ready to keep going now."

Buzzing low, the toy was pressed back against her slit and the groan she let out was completely mindless for a good few seconds until she struggled to get back a little control.