Hi! You can call me Kit Kat or Kitten ā¤ļø I'm pretty new to omo but NOTHING gets me off like it, either doing it myself or watching/reading about it so I made this account to engage with it š»
Rules:
ā NO MINORS. THIS IS AN EXPLICITLY NSFW KINK BLOG. AGE IN BIO OR BLOCKED.
ā If you hate women, fuck off.
ā Please, no daddy/mommy kink or littles/ABDL in my asks or on my posts. I am very not into that.
ā No scat or vomit.
ā No fucking MAPS or zoophiles
ā No asking for photos/videos. The reason is that I have extremely unique and recognizable tattoos.
ā Don't try to dom me unless I post that I am actively doing a hold.
ā You can send me asks when you're holding and want some domming, but there's no guarantee I'll even see it. For best results, wait for me to post "Inbox Open For Omo Subs!"
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Dudes that are obsessed with your smell. When they keep hugging you and burying their nose in your neck. Smelling your hair after a shower, staying in bed a little longer because the pillows and blankets still smell of you. Pulling you closer and being annoying because he just wants to be close to you. Canāt even get a proper kiss before heās diving into your neck and nosing at your jaw. He loves fucking you because of how sweaty you get and how he can press himself as close to you as possible. Even better when he pulls out and cums on your stomach, so he can lick it all up and smell your scents mixed together..
iām an audio pervert i love the wet noises of someone stroking themselves and the sound of breath hitching into a moan way more than any visual will ever do for me
Fun Fact! If you tap your knuckles against your knights chestplate and ask who their heart beats for, themselves or you, you can stun-lock them long enough to kiss the side of their helm without protest!
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Ugh, I'm still horny. I did break my denial streak last night but it was because i genuinely did not think i could cum from just lightly teasing my clit with my middle finger for a shockingly short amount of time (like less than 5 minutes after I actually caved and stuck my hand between my legs) anymore. My orgasm came as a total surprise and i literally passed out with my phone unplugged right after š¤”
like i have not done it manual style (outside of a little extra clit stimulation while getting fucked) for YEARS
I decided i wanted to do a little bit of denial at the end of the year and not jack off until new year's day. Now, normally I've got that vibrator ON ME pretty much every night before i go to sleep because I'm single with a high sex drive, but have personal problems and don't seek out hookups much because I'm crazy.
I last came on December 22nd. It is now the early morning of December 27th. I feel like I'm going fucking insane from how horny I am.
I donāt masturbate much, but this guy Iām seeing does every day, usually more than once. He tells me itās a cis guy thing, about how a hard-on is way harder to ignore than ājust getting wetā, whichāwell, thatās not why. Iām the first trans man heās slept with so I can understand why he might be wrong, but Iāve known enough truly perverted tboys to know itās not an anatomical thing. I just donāt need it as much as he does.
AnywayāNo Nut November rolls around, and while weāre not quite at the stage where Iād be able to control his orgasms when weāre not together, I make a joke in passing that NNN for me would be having to masturbate every single day. That sense of frustration and obligation, of having to spend time I wanted to use differently doing something thatās just not what I wantāIām just making an observation, watching my cigarette smoke waft off into the night airābut when I turn to look at him, his pupils have swallowed his irises and heās pitched toward me, eyes trained on my throat.
āWhat if we traded?ā he rasps. I snort and pass him the cig. āIām busier than you, boy. I donāt have time to sit around with my dick in my hand.ā
He tries again. āI meanāif you, uhāif I told you when I wanted to get off. And I didnāt, but you did.ā
Thatās more interesting. I consider him lengthwise. āItās like, three times a day, right? I have a job.ā
He shakes his head. āWell, yeah, butāif weāre just talking about need? Once in the morning, maybe again to fall asleep. I thinkāI think you could do it.ā
āOh, I could,ā I sigh. āAnd I wonāt lie, Iām tempted. Would you show me?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā
I snag the cigarette back from him. āWhen you need it. Would you send me a picture of your cock?ā
His throat works as he swallows. āUh, I mean, yeah?ā
I picture it for a moment. This boy, this young man Iām just starting to know, spending a month doing nothing with his boners but sending pictures of them to me. I normally would not at all appreciate being forced to cum on a daily basis, but the idea of himālying back in the early morning, dick pink and weeping onto his stomach, hands twitching with the urge to touch while he imagines my fingers tucked inside my cuntāhas a real ring to it.
He texts me for the first time on the second day of the month. Iād been tempted to ask if he already failed or forgot, less than a day in, but itās so early in the morning he didnāt really make it 24 hours anyway. Iām actually not at all bothered by the idea of him spending that first day conflictedāpent up, but still too anxious to text me, to see if I was serious.
Hey
If you meant it, Iām stupid hard rn
I smile at my phone despite myself. If I meant it. Heāll learn I always do, soon enough.
I think youāre missing an important part of this deal I send back.
He doesnāt reply for a minute. I wonder if thatās the rub. He has nothing to be shy about, both because Iāve seen his dick and because itās absolutely nothing to scoff at, but some people are real prudes about photographic evidence. Guys with porn-rotted brains like him see it as a real loss of power, for someone else to have them in the objectifying form of an image. I suddenly feel my clit, in the way that it politely makes itself known when somethingās starting to get me hot under the collar. Right as Iām starting to debate getting off regardless of what my boy does, my phone buzzes.
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Sure enough, itās a picture of his cock. Hard and insistent, pitched against the jut of his hip and the soft curve of his belly. I make a note of his desk and overflowing closet in the background, of the blue jersey sheets heās laying on. Seems he slept in the nude. God, what a boy.
This good enough?
Iād read it as cocky if I didnāt know better. In all of the nasty things heās done to me, Iāve noticed the current running underneathāhis desperate need for approval, the way his eyes go dark and glossy when I call him good.
More than. Did you wake up like this?
I push my sleep shorts down to my ankles and run my hand flat over my pubic mound, thumb catching on the insistent jut of my swollen clit between my lips. It doesnāt feel as good as it would if he was doing it. God, I donāt fucking like masturbating. Thatās what heās for.
Yeah
Had a dream about you
That gets my attention. What about me?
Your mouth. His response is immediate. For a second after I woke up I could have sworn you were blowing me
I lick my lips. Not this time, sweetheart I send, thinking thatās the end of it. Iāll get off faster with both hands, and I wasnāt kidding that I really do not jerk off. Itās with more than a little annoyed resignation that I start to stroke myself, settling into my mattress for what hopefully wonāt be more than a cursory 15 minutes. My phone, irritatingly, vibrates after another few minutes. I pick it up.
Are you doing it?
I roll my eyes for an audience of zero, but figures that heās still worried. His need for validation vastly supercedes the tops I normally deal with. Itās kind of sweet. Under other circumstances, he might be what you call a good communicator.
Of course I am, baby. I throw him the pet name as a bit of a bone. A dealās a deal.
His response is immediate. Can I see?
Iām inclined to say no, but thereās a part of me thatās turned on by the fact itāll only make his situation worse. Iāve never sent him a picture of my cunt that wasnāt answered with a shot of his hand, belly, or pillow smeared with his own cum. I open my camera, pitch the lens down to center my pussy, fingers tucked just underneath my clit, and send a picture off into our text chain.
I donāt look at my phone as it vibrates two, three, four times. I know itās a textual record of his desperationāno doubt telling me how good I look, how badly he wants to touchābut I know Iāll want that to tip me over the edge, which seems to be coming pretty quickly after all.
I shut my eyes and imagine where he is now. Laying in bed still, probably. Completely naked in the still air of his small bedroom. Hands maybe splayed on his thighs, maybe playing with his nipples, breath coming quick and labored as he tries to think about anything but the throbbing need between his legs. Alternating between staring at the ceiling, checking his phone to see if Iāve replied, and squeezing his eyes closed against the all-encompassing arousal heās grown accustomed to taking care of as soon as he feels it.
Itās fucking hot, and my hips pitch downward as I realize Iām close. I pick up my phone to see what he sent.
Fuck you look so fucking good
I canāt believe youāre getting off for me right now
My dick is fucking throbbing
God it kind of hurts
The last text is all I need to send me over, an orgasm swelling low and tight in my belly before cresting and spreading through my body. My hole clenches around nothing as I shake through it, biting back any noises that might wake up my roommates. Fuck, the idea of him in physical fucking pain because he canāt cum is so goddamn hot. Itās the first day weāre even doing this, and it hurts? Heāll never make it.
Settling, I stare at our text chain as a lazy warmth starts to suffuse my body. Huh. Maybe this morning orgasm stuff has some merit.
I finally decide to answer him.
Just came all over my fingers I send.
His bubble pops up and disappears a few times before a message loads. If I woke up this hard Iād normally cum twice he says. I scoff. No chance. Still hard?
His next message isnāt quite a picture of his dick, but itās insanely erotic anyway: a thick, near puddle-sized smear of precum in the wiry hair of his belly. What do you think
Itās not a question. I type out a smiley face, decide itās probably not enough of a conclusion for him, and add Have a good day.
He responds just as Iām pulling my shorts back up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
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Working from home and randomly decided to hold since I was already at about a 5. I'm also running an errand while actively holding and full for the first time š
I was originally just going to the post office to mail something, but to torture myself, I also stopped to buy stamps and then drove to the store to pick up some conditioner.
Back home now and aching. My goal is to make it at least 1.5 more hours (maximum 3 and a half) and to make sure I won't voluntarily go early and to keep from touching myself, I decided to add the fun element of my DIY padlocked belt. I don't have plans to drink a ton more water since this is more about time endurance.
The key to the lock will not come out of the freezer (frozen in a disposable shotglass of water) for at least an hour unless I accidentally wet before that or am so desperate that I'm sobbing. Then, it's going to have to melt on the counter for however long that takes. I honestly don't know. I have a backup key out in my car that I can choose to use at any point after the other key comes out of the freezer, but that's a high risk of an unintentional outside wetting while walking to my car and back.
Whatever happens between now and the belt unlocking happens š¤·š»āāļø. Oh, and if a full accidental wetting happens before the first goal is reached and the belt unlocks, I'm not allowed to get off for the rest of the night.
Now: 3:30 pm
Key comes out of the freezer: 4:30 pm
1.5 hr Goal 1: 5:00 pm. If key still frozen, choose to keep holding or go get the backup key to unlock the belt. Reward for making it: getting to tease and edge with my hands until 11 pm, then being allowed to cum with my vibrator.
3.5 hr Max Goal 2: 6:30 pm. Key should definitely be fully melted. Unlock the belt and release. Reward for making it: getting to cum with my vibrator as many times as I want, including before, during, and after releasing when everything feels soooo tingly and good.
What do you guys think? I'm at about a 7 now. Will I make it and be allowed to cum?
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Accidental wetting before 5 pm
5 pm goal reached (frozen key)
5 pm goal reached (car key)
Accidental wetting outside while getting car key (4:30-6:30 pm)
Btw, when the key came out of the freezer, I walked out to my car, held the backup key in my hand... and then put it back in its spot in the car and walked back inside. I'm not letting go THAT easy.
2 more minutes until i reach Goal 1 and can choose to either keep holding or unlock the belt and go.
New rule: If I choose to keep holding but accidentally wet before Goal 2 (or back out and choose to go early at any point during the last hour of the max hold), no cumming at all tonight. I can change my mind with no penalty for the first half hour after goal 1, but after that, I'm locked into my choice. Should I gamble away my current multi-hour edge before cumming reward for a possible bigger award?
Down to the last 15 minutes until the big goal and I'm still holding on! In that weird and beautiful state between "so desperate that there's a genuine chance I'll fully lose control with any slight movement or at any second" and "so close to winning my game and getting my reward that I'm clinging on with all of my mental and physical willpower"
please please please i'm so fucki g close please let me hold on for just 15 more minutes please let me cum please let me cum please i have to go so fucking bad pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease
hey so if you're reading this then let 2 little leaks out rn where you are. if your bladder doesn't let you keep trying until you do! try not to completely lose control and empty your bladder all over yourself. although that would be hot. only if you want to, of course!
