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It’s what his body wants, whether his mind knows it or not

It’s more pleasurable for him to be edged and denied than for him to cum – simple biology

I can do this every day, and he’ll stay aroused and excited every time

He makes the sexiest noises when I edge him

I love watching his mind go numb with pleasure

He gets so stiff and hard for me, I can’t resist touching it, and I want him to stay that way as long as possible

He stays in a hypersexual state, always eager to pleasure me any way I want

It arouses me to see him lost in bliss

Edging him is so easy, and it gets easier every day I do it

I want him to be happy, and he’s obviously happy when he’s on the edge

I love that he trusts me with his most intimate, natural reflex, so I trigger it as often as possible (or almost-trigger it!)

He fucks me so hard after I edge him for a few days – he’s like an animal, I fucking love it!

He thinks of me all day and texts me the sweetest things

He works hard, doesn’t get enough respect, and deserves to “zone out” for a while in my hands or mouth

By Mistress Ivey,

Why is it that so many men seem to enjoy orgasm denial and control? Just what is the fascination with being denied the opportunity to cum, that attracts so many men? You would think that they would want to have that orgasm as soon as possible. So why do so many men love “not cumming” so much…

It’s simple, really. When a man ejaculates, a hormone is released that signals the brain to reverse the blood flow out of his cock. It also signals the brain to stop being aroused by the very things that he loves. So you see, when a man has an ejaculation, it’s not just because he is tired that makes him want to do something else, it’s his very make up, his own body, that is making him lose interest in sex. In other words, the longer he is denied an orgasm, the longer his pleasure lasts. Men only feel sexual pleasure before they cum, not after…

Therefore, ladies, it’s our duty to tease them and then deny them the release they only think they want. So the next time your husband, lover, submissive or what have you, tells you he is about to cum… Stop him! I guarantee he will thank you for it later…

Have you ever wanted your husband (boyfriend or whatever) to be more attentive? More helpful around the house? Maybe you would like him to last longer during intercourse or just not lose interest before you are finished? If you answered “yes” to any of these questions, you should pay close attention to this blog. I created this blog to help women take control of their men and to turn them into better lovers, better, more attentive husbands (or boyfriends). If you read my posts and apply what you learn, you will be absolutely amazed at the results. I will even give a money-back guarantee! Okay, the information is free, but what have you got to lose? If you put into practice the things you will learn here, then I am sure you will gain a better, all around, relationship with your man. 

I will dedicate sections of this blog to training, cock teasing, orgasm denial, and even male chastity. I will teach you how to create the perfect husband, to have fun with your submissive, and to create a cuckold husband (if that’s what you want). So give my methods a try and I am sure you will be writing me to tell me about your success and perhaps some new ideas that you have found with which to torment your man…

But instead, I cannot stop thinking about having a boy flaunt himself before me as I work.

Temptingly nude and plugged, he would be assigned some easy household chores, but he would never be allowed out of my sight.

As the day progressed, I would ease into it, whispering soft praise-

Mmm, sweetie, I love pretty curve of your ass - or - You're making it really hard to concentrate, bending over table like that, gorgeous-

When I could no longer resist, I would finally call him over. I would run my hands over his body, caressing every inch, watching, listening for that special whimper or gasp that told me exactly where he aches to be touched.

Then, I would kiss, lick, nip, and pinch the areas around it.

Oh, look at you, honey - already so hard and hot. You're dripping, and I've barely touched you. Your pretty cock is aching for what - my hand? My mouth? Mmmm, you look like the perfect midday treat -

I would barely rub the tip against my lips, moaning roughly. I might reach around to gently pull on the plug, the slowly take the tip in my mouth as his ass swallows it again. I would do it until his knees shook, then stop, wipe my mouth, and ask him to help me strip. I want him to see how hard my nipples are, and how soaking wet I am. Then I would let him touch me - slide his fingers between my folds to find my clit hot and throbbing, looking deep in his eyes for that telltale shine of hunger -

Then, I would gently move his hand and sit back down.

You're being terribly distracting, sugar, but I've got to work. If I fall behind, I can't tell my boss 'it's late because I was pegging my sweet little cockslut', can I? Go over there and reorganize my books. Mmhmm. Yes, the ones on the bottom shelf.

As he knelt and bent over, arched and vulnerable, to move the books, I would take him in. Soft, sweet, plug peeking from between his cheeks, and would stroke my clit, teasing myself with thoughts of all I would do when the game reached a crescendo ...

When he turned around, and gasped at the sight of me with my leg slung over the arm of the chair, spread wide and stroking, I would beckon to him with a crooked finger - probably wet and red-tipped with friction.

Crawl to me, sweetness. Like the needy boy you are.

Once he was kissing-close, I would spread wider and let him see and feel my heat, as my other hand slid down his torso to caress his cock to hardness again. I would stroke until it seeped with need, then gather it up and rub it on my swollen clit.

Now our wetness is mixed, angel. Want.to taste? You're nodding, but you need to use your words. Yeah? Ooh, that sounded needy. How delicious.

I would let him lick me, swirl his tongue on my swollen bud just enough to make him whimper and chuff with hunger, then gently push him away.

If your tongue feels that heavenly, how would your cock feel in my pussy? It's sooo fucking delicious, you say? Mm, I felt that in my clit, but you need to watch that filthy mouth, honey. You want to make me come? Soon. But, now, be a love and make me a cup of tea.

A little later, as he boiled the water, I would sneak behind him, pull out the plug, and replace it with a lubed finger. I would wait until he felt my strap against his hip, then groan into his shoulderblade as he arched and bent over the counter, ready to receive any stimulation I saw fit to give him...

And I would fuck him until he dribbled honey on the floor, then guide his head between my thighs, under the strap, and let him lick and finger me to coming.

After, my pussy still snapping with orgasm, I might return the favor, sucking on the tip of his cock while I fingerfuck his ass...

But maybe not. I might leave him needy and dripping.