Hi everybody, I'm Junipurr! Sorry for the anonymous-looking blog, I only just re-joined Tumblr today (July 22) after a long time away, and I'm still trying to settle in and find my people. This is a blog for adult content, progress with caution. I am a switch with a bunch of kinks that you'll find out by scrolling through this blog if you're interested.
I am over 21 and live in Europe, but I won't share any more personal details on here. Data privacy is important. (Stories of my own daring exploits, though... I might start posting those soon.)
Not looking for any casual virtual or IRL play right now, but feel free to DM if you're respectful. I have done online domming before and it requires a lot of work and effort from the Domme, so I'm very cautious about the prospect of taking on another online sub right now.
I also used to be a sex educator and would answer any and all sex-related requests for advice, but I don't have much time to devote to that at present. That said, when my askbox is open to anons that means I'm willing to listen, and I will always try to help if I can 💙
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trying out cockwarming with your fave (who is your best friend), the both of you trembling and breathless as you try to make it through an entire movie without fucking :)
HEAVY DELIVERY IS ONE OF MY FAVES along with one with a desperate guy trying to play a song in the piano and squirming the entire way through I think it was deleted bc I can't find it anywhere 😭
since you seemed to enjoy it quite much last time, i recorded another edge for you 🩷 imagine me naked, with a plug in my ass, edging with a vibe on my clit on low. it took forever to reach that edge, and when i did, it was so hard to pull the toy away 🥺🩷
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Do you know you masturbate way too much? Have you wanted to try edging and denial but aren’t sure if you have the control? Do you just like to play kinky games that involve someone else controlling when you get to cum?
Great!
This is your chance to slowly dip your toes into edging and denial.
Below is a timeline of days and some rules. You may start it whenever you want. Each day will be listed No Touch, Edge, or Cum.
But don’t assume this will just be about changing how you get off. We’re going to work on improving your life a little as well. So, here are the rules for each day.
No Touch - Don’t touch yourself in any way that might be erotic. Instead you will spend an extra half hour exercising TO THE BEST OF YOUR ABILITY. This might mean adding 30 minutes of power lifting to your gym routine. This might mean taking the dog for an extra walk (the dog will love it). This might mean 30 minutes of old people chair yoga from youtube. Just move for 30 extra minutes during the day.
Edge - You are allowed to play with your body for one (1) hour. You may edge as many times during that hour as you like, and then you are done. Keep track of your edges as best as you can. It’ll be important later. On edge days you are going to spend an extra half hour cleaning your living environment. Dishes, vacuum, laundry, whatever needs to be done. If you are pathologically tidy then go outside and pick up litter.
Cum - You have one (1) hour to get yourself off and have one (1) orgasm. If you can’t manage it, not my problem. Prior to that hour you are not to log onto tumblr or view erotic material. You need to learn how to get off on what’s in your own head.
Through the timeline there will be ways of earning extra edge time if you want to do the tasks.
If you cum when you shouldn’t then you are to go back on the time line to the last allowed orgasm day and start over from there.
If you touch on a day you shouldn’t go back up two orgasm days and restart from there.
If you need to take a break for health reasons, your parents are visiting, whatever, go right ahead. Just try not to touch when you’re on break.
And never hesitate to update me on how it's going.
“But what if my date/partner wants to get me off?” That’s between you two. Tell us all about it.
0. Cum - Today is day zero. Cum as many times as you like but when you are done I want you to write at least one paragraph about how you feel, physically or mentally. You can send it to me or keep it private.
Edge
No touch
Cum (There, you got through the first cycle. That wasn’t so bad.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
Cum (That wasn’t so bad, now was it?)
No touch
No touch
Edge
Edge
Cum (See, you’re getting the hang of this.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge
No touch
Cum (You got through an entire work week without cumming. Go You.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge
No touch
Cum (Woo! One whole week denied. How did that feel? Tell us about it. And now that you know you can get through a whole week we’ll start adding some extras to make it a little more fun.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge (You have 30 extra minutes to play with yourself but you may only touch your chest or nipples.)
No touch
Cum
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge (You may play with yourself for an extra hour tomorrow if you clean your fridge.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
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No touch
Edge
No touch
Cum (11 Days in denied. How are we feeling so far?)
No touch
Edge
No touch
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No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge (You may play with yourself for an extra half hour but you can only touch your ass.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
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No touch
Cum
No touch (At some point before your next orgasm just go outside somewhere. Keep your phone in your pocket. Just let yourself exist. If you can manage this for an hour you can add an hour to one of your edging days.
Edge
No touch
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No Touch
Cum (Look at that! You just breezed through two whole weeks of denial! I knew you could do it. How are you feeling? I hope you feel proud of yourself. Are you still keeping track of your edges because that’s important. You did two weeks so well I’m going to start cranking up this difficulty just a little. But I know you can do it)
No touch
Edge
No touch (Pick up a nonfiction book before bed [paper is better but use a library app on your phone if you need to]. Every minute you read nonfiction for the next seven days is an extra minute you can edge.)
Edge
No touch
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No touch
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No touch
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Edge
No touch (Work on making something. Draw, write, paint minis, knit, start coding that indi-game you’ve been dreaming of. Every minute you work on something Just For You over the next seven days is an extra minute you can spend edging.)
Edge
No touch
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No touch
Cum (One Hundred Days of sticking with this!!!! I am so proud of you!!!! Are you ready for one last push? I know you are. I know you can do this. I believe in you!!!!!)
No touch (Have you been keeping track of your edges? Good. For every edge so far that is a minute you have to take off your edging time for the next week. I know, I’m mean. Never said I wasn’t.)
Edge
No touch
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No touch
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Edge (Spank yourself ten times and you can edge for an extra 30 minutes.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
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No touch
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No touch (Go through at least one drawer and remove the clothes that haven’t been worn in two years. Do this and you can edge for an extra 30 minutes tomorrow.)
Edge
No touch
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No touch
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No touch
Edge (You can edge for two hours as long as one hole is SAFELY plugged.)
No touch
Edge
No touch
Edge (as much as you want but remember if you cum you have to go back to day 100)
No touch
Edge
No touch
CUM!!!!!! (CUM AS MUCH AS YOU WANT! You went 31 days!!!!!! A whole month in denial! How do you feel? Go back and read what you wrote on day zero. Compare how you feel physically, mentally, and emotionally, and feel free to share these feelings.)
one of the hottest things ever is forced orgasms. someone fighting their body for me. getting them really really close and telling them not to cum and they're like straining and clenching their muslces trying to hold it back, even though they know i'm not gonna stop in time and their orgasm is inevitable. but they'll try anyway because they want to be good for me so bad. "stopstopstop, please, i'm gonna cum" awww you can't hold it for me? just a little longer? i know you can do it baby. i know you wanna cum so bad and it feels so good and you just wanna give into the feeling, but hold it. you know i'll ruin it if you don't.
Times Up. The room is dim. Expensive furniture reduced to shapes in the darkness. The only sound besides your own breathing is a quiet hum from a digital timer mounted on the opposite wall. Red numerals glow in the gloom: 00:59:57.
Just under one hour.
"You're awake." The voice comes from somewhere near the door. You crane your neck, wrists already testing the leather restraints, and watch him step into the faint light. You don't know his face. But you recognize the way his eyes move over your body. Roaming. An inventory assessment.
He's carrying things. Metal glints.
"The rules are simple," he says, approaching the bed. His footsteps are unhurried. "When the timer hits zero, I undo the restraints. The door opens. You leave." He pauses at the edge of the mattress, looking down at you. "One small addition."
Cold metal touches your nipple. You gasp as he fastens the clamp, the bite sharp and immediate, radiating heat straight down to your core. The second clamp follows. You arch involuntarily, straining against the leather.
He produces a vibrator. Sleek. Expensive looking. You watch him lower it between your legs, watch the silicone part your folds and settle against your clit. He turns it on.
"Every time you cum, an hour gets added to the clock."
You look at the timer. You look at yourself. Spread open, clamped, vibrating.
One hour. You can do one hour. You just have to not cum.
He steps back. Settles into a chair at the side of the bed and watches.
You try to focus on the numbers. Try to think about other things. Work emails. Grocery lists. The pattern of shadows on the ceiling.
But the clamps send sharp little signals with every breath. The vibrator hums against flesh that's growing wetter by the minute. You clench your jaw. Breathe through your nose. Don't cum. Don't cum.
He hasn't moved. He's just watching.
Your hips twitch. You didn't tell them to. The pressure is building low in your belly, a warmth that spreads and tightens simultaneously. You're wet enough now that the vibrator glides, hits new angles.
You bite your lip until you taste blood.
The numbers blur. 00:47:23. You've been holding on for twelve minutes. It feels like hours. Your thighs are trembling. Your breath comes in sharp little gasps you can't control.
He knows. You can see it in his stillness. The way he's leaned forward slightly. Waiting.
"No," you whisper. To yourself. To your body. To the orgasm building like a wave you can't outswim.
It hits you anyway. Your back arches off the bed, a sound tears out of your throat that you don't recognize, and you're cumming so hard your vision goes white at the edges. It rolls through you in pulses, each one a betrayal, each one exquisite.
When you can see again, you look at the clock.
01:46:12
"Impressive effort," he says. He's standing now, holding a remote. "Let's try a different setting."
The vibration changes. Pulsing now. It mimics something. A heartbeat. A thrust. Your overstimulated clit throbs in response, too sensitive, too raw, and somehow already building again.
"No... please.." you gasp out, the words weak.
"Please what?" He moves closer. His fingers trail along your inner thigh, impossibly light. "Please make you cum again?" He dips a finger into the wetness pooling between your legs, holds it up so you can see. "You're dripping. Your body knows what it wants."
You shake your head. But your hips are rocking against the vibrator, tiny movements you can't seem to stop.
This time when you cum, you're crying. Tears streaming down your temples into your hair. The clock resets: 02:38:47.
He fucks you for the first time somewhere around hour four.
Slow, at first. Long strokes that let you feel every inch, that build friction to an unbearable degree while the vibrator keeps humming against your clit. You cum on his cock within minutes. The clock adds another hour. He doesn't stop. Doesn't even pause.
He switches to something harder. Brutal. Each thrust punches the air out of your lungs, drives you up the bed until the restraints catch. You cum again. You can't help it. Your body has stopped consulting you. It just responds. Takes. Shatters.
He introduces other things. Hot wax pooling in the hollow of your throat, dripping down between your breasts. Ice traced along your inner thighs until you're shivering and burning at once. His mouth on your cunt, tongue flicking precisely where the vibrator has made you most sensitive, most ruined.
He talks through it the whole way. That's probably the worst part. "You get wetter when you're scared." "That's three in a row. You're getting efficient." "We have so much time now."
The clock climbs. Six hours. Eight. Twelve. You stop being able to track it. The numbers lose meaning. Everything loses meaning except the next wave, the next peak, the next hour added to your sentence.
Somewhere in the blur, you realize you've stopped wanting it to end.
The thought surfaces between orgasms, when you're floating in that shattered space where language doesn't quite work. You should want to escape. You remember wanting that, vaguely, like a dream you had as a child. But the wanting has curdled into something else.
He slows down. You're not sure when. The frantic edge bleeds away, replaced by something almost gentle. The vibrator stops. He removes the clamps. Your nipples throb with the renewed blood flow, a pain that registers as pleasure now. Everything registers as pleasure now.
You blink at the clock. 00:06:43.
Six minutes. After everything. How?
He's undoing the restraints. Your wrists fall free. Your ankles. You can move. You can leave.
The thought sends ice through your veins.
Leave? Leave this room? Leave him? Go back to a world where no one touches you like this, where you're responsible for your own orgasms, where pleasure is something you have to chase instead of something that hunts you down and devours you?
The silence of outside presses against the walls. Empty. Ordinary. Unbearable.
He steps back. Gestures toward the door. "It's almost time."
Your hand moves own between your legs, finding your clit, swollen and slick and excruciatingly sensitive. You rub with clumsy desperation, chasing the build.
"Don't," you hear yourself say. Begging. Sobbing. "Don't make me leave. Please. I need to cum. I need more time."
He goes still. Watching you fuck yourself on his bed, desperate to add another hour to your captivity. The pressure is building fast, your ruined body trained now, eager.
"Let me stay. I'll be good. I'll cum as many times as you want. Just don't make me go."
Four minutes on the clock.
Your fingers work faster. You're so close. So close to another hour in this room, in this darkness, in this endless cycle of being broken and put back together wrong.
Maybe it seems like my fascination with edging and denial is that ultimately it's a surefire way to break anyone down. After enough brutal teasing and painful hardstops, whether that takes 1 or 100 tries, everyone becomes someone they never thought they'd become. They'll ask for things that they wouldn't even let themselves consciously think otherwise. They'll recite anything, sign anything, do whatever little humiliating show for me that it takes to achieve relief. I don't even care how it resolves, I just want to extend that descent for so long that the damage I do can't be fixed. I want them unrecognizable except for maybe the pervasive sense of shame. So, are you still interested?
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what? are you gonna cum already? aw you can’t hold it, huh? did someone get a little too desperate and now all they can think about is being able to cum? aww aren’t you cute… hold it… i don’t care if you don’t think you can, hold. it.
letting a boy slide inside of me, but not letting him move. then i use my vibrator to make myself cum while he squirms and trys not to fuck into me, begging me to let him move
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tbh the concept of cockwarming and they’re trying really hard to focus and you ‘lose’ and slide up and down on them once and they just. Cum practically against their own will is fnfnnffjf
To live in the moment right at the edge where you could tip over into release, but instead you pull your hands away and let it spill out of you in weak little pulses. Barely anything. Just enough to reset the clock without actually satisfying you.
You’ll hate it at first. Your body will scream for more, desperate for a real orgasm. You’ll whimper and shake and wonder why you’re doing this to yourself.
But eventually you’ll notice something.
The horniness doesn’t go away. It builds on itself. You walk around in this permanent state of lust drunk fog, where every brush against your skin is a reminder of what you’re denying yourself. Your brain gets slow. Your thoughts keep drifting back to me. To what I’d do to you if I were there.
And you’ll realize you don’t want it to end.
A real orgasm would reset everything. Clear your head. Let you go back to being a normal person with normal thoughts. But why would you want that? This is better. This needy version of you that exists only to feel sweet.
So ruin for me.
Be too horny to think.
Always wet. Always wanting. Never quite satisfied.
