Litmoir's Cravings

I have a submissive boyfriend who is quite a bit older than me (he is a bearded guy in his late thirties, and I am only just in my mid-twenties). That age difference in itself makes his submission to me VERY sexy (calling him ‘boy’ with a smirk, whilst sliding my cock into his mouth and stroking his beard is always a thrill!). But dishing out punishments to him for disrespect is my absolute *favourite* thing to do. (I know how much part of him hates the idea of receiving “behaviour correction” from a guy nearly fifteen years his junior, but his submissive side always wins out, so he has to just swallow his pride and take it…!)  Anyway - I’m a huge fan of getting head, so I often try to make his punishments involve an element of him sucking my cock. I’ve got *so* many stories I could tell you, but my all-time favourite blowjob has to be one from a couple of months back: It was late in the evening, and he was dropping hints about how desperate he was to cum that night (I hadn’t let him orgasm in nearly five days). I explained that I was having a lot of fun stringing him out – which provoked him to insult me (I forget exactly what he said), and go into a visible sulk.  “Boy!” I snapped, as sharply as I could. (There’s a certain tone I adopt which lets him know that some “attitude correction” is coming.) I immediately told him to take his top off and kneel before me on the floor, with his hands on his head – which he did, albeit with a scowl on his face. Then I went to the kitchen and filled a pint-sized glass up to the brim with water. I went back into the bedroom where I had left him kneeling, put the glass to his lips and told him to drink the lot. When he had drunk it all I put the glass away, and left him kneeling there for a couple of minutes longer, whilst I stripped down to my underwear. By this time, the water was just beginning to trickle down to his bladder, and I could already see him fidgeting where he knelt on the floor. I sauntered over to him, and pulled my cock out, rubbing it casually against his lips.  “Something the matter, boy?”

He mumbled something about needing to piss, to which I replied that he was staying there, on his knees, with his hands on his head, until he’d sucked every last drop of cum out of my cock.

What followed was forty minutes of the most intense, pleasurable head I have ever received in my life. For one thing, in his attempt to speedily retrieve my nut, so he could quickly go to the bathroom, he was sucking FURIOUSLY, as though his life depended on it! But every time his (considerable) skills brought me too close, I told him: “Off.” Reluctantly, he would remove my cock from his mouth, and glare at me whilst I reminded him why he was being punished, how his needs were *always* secondary to mine, and how *I* decide when and if he cums. After soliciting a few “Yes, sir”s from him, and having calmed down, I would let him carry on with the blowjob.

As time went on, his bladder got more and more full, until he was clearly desperate to piss (as he sucked his face went VERY red, and he was fidgeting and squirming like crazy!) After we hit the thirty-minute mark, his resolve totally broke, and he accepted completely that I was in charge. Sulking finished, he then spent the rest of the blowjob moaning and whimpering as he slobbered feverishly over my cock, trying desperately to coax me to orgasm.

Eventually I took pity on him, and unloaded in his mouth (of course, he swallowed, and thanked me – like a good boy). To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever shot a harder load in my life… Afterwards I put my hand under his chin and asked him whether he’d learnt his lesson. He agreed that I was fully in charge of when and if he cums, and he accepted his behaviour had been out of line. 

I then let him go to the bathroom (I’ve never seen someone run so quickly in their life) and I listened, smugly, as he gasped, relieving himself for several minutes. When he came back in, he meekly got in bed next to me, and didn’t mention wanting to cum again that night.

Helloooo!!! Now that i’ve reached 2500 followers (quite proud of that) I think it’s time for me to take a bit of a break from Tumblr. I’ll still check in now and then to see what you guys have liked/reblogged/messaged, but I won’t be posting much more in the time to come.

In the meantime, I thought i’d leave you with my list of favourite blogs for all you denial sluts out there:

http://aforkinchastity.blogspot.co.uk/

http://sillychastitygirl.blogspot.co.uk/

http://female-orgasm-denial.tumblr.com/

http://denyherorgasm.tumblr.com/

http://brand-new-in-box.tumblr.com/

http://femsubdenial.tumblr.com/

http://troykingauthor.tumblr.com/

http://cousegoodgirlsnevercum.tumblr.com/

http://femalechastitycaptions.tumblr.com/

http://deniedgirl.tumblr.com/

http://eveadams01.tumblr.com/

http://teaseanddenial1.tumblr.com/

http://evilqueen1969.tumblr.com/

http://sensualhumiliation.tumblr.com/

http://ownedanddenied.tumblr.com/

http://desperatelywaitingforjuly.tumblr.com/

http://edgingforever.tumblr.com/

https://vaginalchastity.tumblr.com/

http://denialxqueen.tumblr.com/

http://mindlessfucktoy1233.tumblr.com/

http://littledeniedslut.tumblr.com/

http://sir–s.tumblr.com/

http://always-dripping.tumblr.com/

http://femaleorgasmdenialstuff.tumblr.com/

http://littledenialtoy.tumblr.com/

http://make-u-beg.tumblr.com/

http://deniedandedged.tumblr.com/

http://mindlessdenial.tumblr.com/

This is by no means a complete list, but these are the main ones. See you when I reach 4000 followers Tumblr!

The hypnosis program was intended to make sure that she was unable to cum without being given the trigger word. No matter how horny or desperate she was, she would always just dangle on the edge… her body screaming out for pleasure which hung just out of reach.

“Oh… Oh please, master, more!”

“Hmm?” He sped up his rubbing circles, “my little pet wants to edge more?”

“Yes please!“ She loved being edged as much as possible before cumming

"Mm, how do you feel, pet?”

“So close.. So close…”

He kept up the circles, keeping her at the edge, backing off when he saw her tense up and continuing when she relaxed her stomach

“Are you ready, pet?”

“Oh… Yes… Please may I cum master?”

He continued rubbing faster now, bringing her close. He smiled.

“No, pet, you may not.”

“What? No… Please master! Please let me cum, I… I thought…”

He ignore her and kept rubbing, except now instead of riding the edge in bliss she was fighting to keep from her orgasm.

“PLEASE master! Please I’m going to cum, please I’m begging! Please!”

“Oh pet… But you’re so sweet when you beg,” he lightened up a little so she wouldn’t tip over the edge, but it was still too much to keep holding out against for much longer

“Please please… ” she started shaking her head back and forth, she was getting too close, “please… Stop… Stop stop!” She wailed out, not wanting to cum without permission.

He removed his hand immediately. She clenched against the orgasm, holding it at bay with all her might. Her whole body quivered with effort, and a minute later she finally relaxed and breathed out a sigh.

“Good girl, are you okay now?”

She nodded.

He started rubbing again, and she let out a moan.

“Since it’s our anniversary, I thought I’d try to let you experience as much pleasure as possible… And what what better way than to keep you on the edge for as long as we can, and go to sleep with you teetering there without the release that will make the feeling of pleasure go away?”

“Oh… Please master I’m… It’s too… Im so horny, please!”

“I know pet, this will only make you much more so and isn’t that what we want? What do you say for doing this to you?”

“Th-thank you… M-master”. She was already back on the edge.

Yum. I love brushes! and edging! and masturbation instruction! and light touch!

A simple game for one player.

To play a round, masturbate to edge, using whatever media or tools you find appropriate. Hold your breath, and the edge, for ten seconds. Then take your hand away and flip a coin.

If it’s tails, you don’t get to come. If you wish, you may wait five minutes without touching yourself, then play another round.

If it’s heads, you do get to come. Get yourself off and say a silent thank you. Then take a permanent marker and draw a small tally mark somewhere private on your body–say, the inside of your thigh.

The next time you play a round of the game, you have to flip the coin one extra time for each mark you’ve made on yourself. If any of those coins are tails, see the “if it’s tails” result above. If all of them are heads, you do get to come… and add another mark.

Those of you who can do a little quick math have already realized that the odds of your being permitted climax will rapidly diminish. If and when you get desperate, there are two ways to reset the count. First: if you wait long enough that the marker washes off your skin, to the point where a given mark is actually no longer visible even if you’re looking for it, that mark no longer counts toward your total. Second: if you have sex that involves your being penetrated, you may draw a line through any one cluster of marks, and ignore them from then on.

There’s only one more rule to this game, and I’m afraid it puts the lie to earlier, when I told you it was for one player.

“Mrs. Dahlstrom?”

“Yes, Harper?”

“May I please cum tonight, Mrs. Dahlstrom?”

“Kneel.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“Show me your kitty.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“Remind me. When did you cum last?”

“Eight days and five hours ago, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“How many edges since then?”

“Thirty-four, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“Hmm. So a very frustrated kitty.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“Which is what I like.”

“Please, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“You’ve already asked, Harper.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“It’s unbecoming for a proper young lady to beg.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“The answer is no.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom. Thank you, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“You can ask again in three days.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom. Thank you, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“For now, one hour of corner time.”

“Yes, Mrs. Dahlstrom.”

“With a single slow edge.”

Plenty!  In no particular order:

@femsubdenial​ is probably my favourite tease-themed blog, loads of fun things and educational things.  Big on hypnosis as well, which is always interesting.

@female-orgasm-denial​ is similar, though has more tasks and the like.  Suspect it’d be a good one to follow if you’re a lass looking for help getting to know denial.

@thehypnobunny​ posts a lot of fun things about hypnosis used in entertaining ways.

@eveadams01 writes some incredibly stimulating things about being a massive dick exercising dom-ly power over your subs.

@denialwithnelly is quite fun to follow just because of how frustrated she gets.

@sadisticgames has a lot of really evil ideas about making a sub’s life hell very happy.

@brand-new-in-box is fun if you think that regular teasing and denial isn’t going quite far enough…

@pleasuretorture has some good things, from both a denial and forced orgasm angle.

@toodomforyou is worth following if you want either a laugh or to despair at at the state of our species.

@a-male-gaze is nicely fucked up in all the right ways.

@doctortease doesn’t post enough, but that’s only a complaint because what he does post is incredibly hot.

@chattelprod has some good, pretty extreme things around denial and torment.

“Can you hear me okay?” I smiled, so happy to hear his voice. “Mhmm” was my only answer. I’m still quite shy when it comes to talking, but he is a patient dom. “Get your vibe on your clit” My clit was still tingling from the previous edges, and I started to hope that he might let me cum today. I let out a quiet moan, it felt so good to vibe my clit, and I could feel the orgasm building in me, again. I imagined being on display, being an entertainment girl on a party, not allowed to stop, not allowed to cum. Just entertaining the guests with only a vibe and my cunt.

His voice interrupted my filthy thoughts “get your dildo”. I crawled over my bed to my toy drawer. When I came back to him he told me to slide the tip up and down between my pussy lips. He always does that, and I hate it. I just wanted to feel it in me, but I knew begging would only make him deny me that pleasure even longer. When he told me to slide the tip in me I held back a little whimper. Now the cruel tease would start. I wouldn’t be allowed to fuck the dildo the way I wanted it. I wouldn’t even be allowed to slide it in me.

I was more than surprised when he told me to slide it in completely, to the base. Seemed like he was in a good mood, maybe he would let me cum for real. When I obeyed his command I couldn’t think straight anymore, it felt so good. It seemed to set a wave of pleasure free which was there, hidden in me. I didn’t even care that the dildo hit my cervix, it felt too amazing to pull back.

“Now put it in your mouth”. My face started blushing when he said that. I had licked the dildo clean often, and he regularly made me suck my fingers after dipping them in my cunt, but he never heard me doing this. I tried desperately to hide any gag reflex. It would be too embarrasing if he could hear it. His “deeper” didn’t help me. I actually managed to remain very quiet until he told me to fuck my pussy 100 times for him, counting every 10.

I sometimes feel dizzy when I’m fucking my cunt with my dildo. I just breath too fast, so I’m basically hyperventilating. That happened again, so I tried to slow down my breathing. I didn’t want to stop, it felt so good. But his instructions on how to use the dildo didn’t make breathing slowly easier. When I was done doing the 100 strokes he requested he wanted me to do 200. I started to count again.

10 20 30 No no, focus on the numbers, ignore how good the dildo feels!

Wait, that weren’t ten, were they? I will just say 40, maybe he won’t notice 40 50

What did I just say, did I say 50 or 60? Oh god this dildo feels so good, I can’t focus.

…

I can’t wait too long or he will notice 60 Okay, he didn’t say anything, it seemed to be right 70 Did I just count 74 or 78? Ugh, I don’t know, fucking numbers.

Okay, I think that were ten, I should say the next number now.

Umm…

…

“James, I lost count…” He just laughed. “Then start over”

Okay, I can do that.

10

20 Ugh I start to lose focus again, what did I just say?

30 damn, this dildo feels so good. I could do this all day

Fuck, what’s the next number, I don’t remember, do I have to say 50 or 90 now?

…

“Umm, what number comes next?” “Oh dear, you lost count again? Well, you just have to start over then”

I will be stuck here forever

10

20

…

Focusing is really hard when a dildo is rubbing all the sweet spots inside you, but I actually managed to reach 200 this time. I was very proud of myself.

We took a little break because I felt very dizzy from breathing too fast. The dildo just makes it so hard to breath normal… When I calmed down after a couple of minutes he started to explain a game he wanted to play.

“Okay baby, we will play a little game now. You have to do 20 strokes with the dildo in 5 minutes, you can use the vibe at the same time. You are not allowed to look at a timer or clock of some kind. If you manage to do the 20th stroke 15 seconds near the end of my timer I will let you cum.”

Do you have any idea how hard it is to guess when 5 minutes are over, even if you are not having a vibe pressed on your clit? I thought I can’t just guess, I wouldn’t get it right… Luckily I have a clock which tick tock noise is quite loud. So I decided I just count the seconds, it couldn’t be so hard. Well… It was hard. It was more than hard. I had to count the seconds and the dildo strokes (those out loud) and sometimes talk to James too. All while being extremely aroused.

When I reached the 19th stroke I started to get nervous. Counting the seconds was so difficult, what if I had made a mistake? Wasn’t there a minute left? Okay, I guess that’s five minutes now…

…“Twenty”…

“Okay, good girl, get to the edge and then we’ll see if you were right”

I was so excited, I thought I got it right! Counting the seconds was such a good idea! I would get to cum now! When I reached the edge I asked immediately if I could cum. After he made me edge some more I asked again. His answer was “no, ruin it for me”.

The ruin was cruel, I’ve had a lot of fucking, and this always makes the ruins worse. When I stopped crying he told me that I was a whole minute too late. I counted one minute too much…Yeah, I was frustrated. I had been so sure. “Please let my try again” I begged him, I was sure that I could get it right this time. But James is too creative to play the same game twice, he just changed the rules a bit!

The time limit was again 5 minutes, but this time I had to ask if I can cum 20 seconds near the end of his timer. If I ask too early or too late I would have to ruin it again. And of course this meant also that I only have 5 minutes to get back to the edge, which is usually very hard for me, because I’m so sensitive. But I was lucky this time, I got back to the edge in under 2 minutes! Now I just had to hold it and count the seconds. James’ whispered “Don’t ask too early” was driving me insane every time he said it. I lost count all the time and had to guess where I was.

Once I reached my 4 minutes I got nervous.

4:50… 4:55… 5:00… Okay, I have to say it now “May I cum please?”

I just hoped that I was in the time limit, my clit was still hurting from the ruin, and my pussy was leaking. Everything in me craved that orgasm. It felt like my whole body was on fire, and I’m sure he could feel the heat of my body through the phone. Anyway, his answer to my question was: “Ruin it again”

Well this time I was only 7 seconds too late. So at least I got better at counting! It was still frustrating, and the ruined orgasm was so cruel…

“No sir, we managed to apprehend the reporter before she could expose our research. She had been snooping around quite often even though we had repeatedly tried to deter her. From the notes we confiscated from her, it seems like our exploration into the neural stimulation chemicals was what she had planned to share with her magazine. Not to worry though, we have some inside connections with the magazine, so they won’t be publishing anything even if she does go back on her promise.

Yes, she is still in the facility for the time being, our team are going to hold her there for a few days to give her a little experience in what she’ll be in for if she tries to cross us again. In fact, they’ve been looking for a fitting subject to test the stimulation gas on, so it has worked to our benefit. I think she’s certainly getting the message.

No, no lasting harm at all, though I think she’ll want to do all she can to not feel it for any longer in future; currently they are testing it on her for at least one more day, regardless of her pleas for no more.

Yes, I do think she’s learnt her lesson, though I’d wager that they just like watching her writhe and thrust her hips a little more; I hear that being chemically turned on to the point of near climactic pleasure without being able to touch or feel the physical sensation of direct sexual pleasure is near maddening.

No believe me sir, there is very little chance of her going elsewhere with the things she knows, from hearing her during the rest periods, hearing her begging and pleading over and over again to be touched and brought to orgasm, almost in tears with need, I would wager anything that she will not do a thing that could put her back in a similar position. I’ll go and check back in with them now, I look forward to seeing when they take the restraints away; the staff have told her that if she can keep her hands away from her breasts and below her waist while still being breathing in the stimulant for 30 minutes, they’ll let her masturbate herself to orgasm. I’m almost certain she’ll fail.”