Hello! I just wanted to say a really huge thank you. A lot of blogs like yours that I’ve seen have been ran by generally sexist men. And I get degradation and humiliation as a kink that I also enjoy, but when the man is actually sexist and fully believes it all it takes the fun away from it and makes my feminist side very unhappy. I also really love that you had genders other than female and male in your survey. This blog makes me one happy girl.

female-orgasm-denial:

Thank you so much for this ‘happy girl’.

I hope it comes across that I think women are absolutely amazing, that you’re all absolutely my equal as a man, (honestly you’re better in lots of ways but you know, ‘equal’ is the thing we should strive for) but also that I delight in our differences.

For me the most exciting form of feminism (known as third-wave feminism if you’re interested) is the freedom for a woman to break free from ANY preconceptions of what she should be and embrace her ability to be what she wants, and to do what she loves.

So if that means, as a modern, independent woman you want to be on your knees, fingers buried in your pussy which you’ve asked me to control, frustrated to the point of tears as you’re not allowed to cum because you’ve given up that right to me, used, or even abused BECAUSE it just turns you on so much and you begged for it, then let me tell you now, I’m a true feminist.

Similarly, you don’t want any of that, great too (but this blog might not be your thang).

Preach.

This blog makes me feel better after a crappy day (or even better on a good day) for so many reasons

tasksforsubsandslaves:

The Suit

For Part One, click HERE

For Part Two, click HERE

For Part Three, click HERE

For more stories, click HERE

Part Four

Over the next two weeks I took a break from working on a new suit. I needed time to recover, the last suit, the length of time I spent inside it effected me deeper than I thought it would. After getting out of the suit that time I spent the next hour there frozen, my emotions out of whack from confusion to sadness until I fell asleep right there on the kitchen floor.

From the next day I realised something had changed inside of me, I went through the motions, running life in auto-pilot but I felt empty as the whispers of the audio files I had playing the whole time echoed in my head. I was a cum bucket, a whore with no use but to please others. As the days passed the whispers grew louder filling my mind until they rung true in my head. I would often drop what I was doing and just start touching myself, mindlessly playing and when I got close to climax I stopped, it seemed natural that I shouldn’t cum, that I didn’t deserve to.

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A lovely day…

female-orgasm-denial:

My boyfriend has decided to edge me 50 times today. He thinks you should tell me what should be done with me after those?

Well gosh, that is a lot of work. Impressive. 

Firstly, if possible, you don’t get to wear clothes today. Just your highest heels or anything else he likes you in.

Secondly there no reason he should do all 50. You should ask him each time if he’d like to watch instead of do it himself.

Still, it’s a busy day for him. So make sure you keep him well fed, make him drinks, etc. As a special treat after a meal, you’re to lie across his knee and he can spank you while he edges you at the same time. You’re welcome.

Once the 50 are done… You don’t get to cum. Instead your bf gets to play his Xbox etc, or watch a movie while you kneel between his feet and suck his cock and balls. Then you can let him fuck you from behind while he watches some porn. A lovely end, to a lovely day.

Sir, I am a newbie to denial but I’ve set a challenge for myself. I’m very fit, but I’ve gained weight over the past year (approx 7 pounds) and now everyday I don’t get to the gym is a day I don’t get to come. Anyway to make this meaner, sir? – MM

female-orgasm-denial:

This is a very regular request actually, tying denial to getting and keeping fit. And the two do naturally mesh as they both have self control as their foundation.

Going to the gym 7 days a week isn’t often ideal, if you want to chat about optimal fitness regimes do feel free to message me. However, that aside, you want it meaner… here it is.

You get to cum, once a week as a maximum. You are to edge first thing every morning, last thing at night and direclty before any gym session. You will only be alllowed to cum if you have managed 5 gym sessions that week, and only had two meals where you haven’t stuck to your own good eating rules. If you’ve failed one of those then you may ruin your orgasm, both, nothing.

You will be limited to one orgasm a week until you reach your target weight.

But by then I think you’ll find you’re a little denial fitness bunny, and probably beg me to not let you cum more than once a month. That’s what usually happens.

We shall see.

Follower fantasies – Denied gangbang

female-orgasm-denial:

So, I’m going to start posting some more of the fantasies shared on the survey. And if it’s yours, there’s a reward! If I publish your fantasy, you can cum – but only if it gets 20 notes. That’s right, you have to sit there, knowing thousands are readiing and masturbating to your innermost thoughts, just praying that they click ‘like’ enough times to give you the release you crave. The question of course is, would you click it if you knew it meant another girl could cum?

One of my frequent favorites involves my having been trained to be unable to cum without permission – whether by hypnosis or conditioning or whatever – and denied for a long time – a year or more – then being shared.

My Master handing me over to a roomful of men to use and enjoy, knowing I will just get wetter and wetter and more desperate, more willing to do anything they want, humiliating myself by begging for more in the hopes that if they’re rough enough with me, if they fuck me hard enough and treat me like the pathetic slut I am, I might finally be able to cum. 

Or, similar but more objectifying and helpless, to be unable to cum, denied for a long time, then set up as an object for use at a party or something: standing but bent over completely, wrists bound to my ankles, enclosed in a locked box that only leaves my ass and cunt available, and left there for people to use. Feeling hands on me, cocks invading me, not knowing who is fucking me and having no way to resist. Silent tears leaking from my eyes in the darkness of my confinement, as the combination of restraint, objectification, and being used by strangers (or at least, I hope they’re strangers…maybe it would be worse if it was people who knew me) brings me closer and closer to the edge, tortuously close, but never receiving any relief even as men deposit the evidence of their relief in my exposed holes, again and again.

When it’s over, hours later, my Master removes me from the box and tells me that everyone was so impressed by how wet my cunt was, and how tightly my inner walls clenched around their cocks as I desperately tried to push myself over the edge, that it’s obvious that I am a much better fuckhole when I’m denied, and so he has no intention of ever allowing me to cum again – and that I should get used to being used like that, because he met a guy at the party tonight and made arrangements to rent me to a local frat house every weekend for their parties.

Follower fantasies

female-orgasm-denial:

Some of the fantasies from the orgasm denial survey are just so good I can just share them as they are! I’ve just added some pictures to this one, that’s all.

And the reward if this was your fantasy, and you’re permitted. You get an orgasm. Cum. Cum while a thousand other denied pussies get rubbed and fingered and denied as they get off to your fantasy.

Enjoy…

I’m bound with my lower half through a large hole in a wall, so i can’t reach my lower body at all. My legs are bound up and to the sides, and I’m completely exposed. My hands are tied above my head. On this side of the wall, someone is fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples, stimulating me. On the other side of the wall, I’m being edged, brought steadily to the edge of orgasm, my clit licked and sucked and rubbed and vibrated until I’m desperate to come. 

Then the lower stimulation stops, and I feel myself being fucked. I can’t quite come without additional stimulation on my clit, so I’m left on the edge as a mysterious man fucks and then comes, leaving me desperate and stepping away. 

Then the stimulation returns, bringing me to the edge again before another man steps up to take the first man’s place. The person on my side, who pinches and tortures my nipples throughout all of this, tells me that I’m being edged because it makes my pussy tight, and it pleases the men who are paying to fuck me. My orgasm doesn’t matter. 

I’m desperate to come, begging and pleading, but I’m told I have to earn that right, and maybe when all the men are done with me, they’ll let me come. Until then, though, I need to be kept on edge. And then it continues…

pleasuretorture:

She had always been his most treasured student, always a fantasy of his tucked neatly away in the depths of his mind; a gentle ebbing flame of lust, occasionally stoked by the prod of flirtatious behaviour. Though when she started to stay around longer after his lectures, he began to sense that she wanted more than just a little extra tuition. 

To get the chance to be entirely alone after school with her tutor, someone she’d been longing for ever since they’d first met, was a dream come true, especially as it was clear to her that his intentions were not innocent, considering he’d promised to meet her later in the evening with the keys to the gym hall; somewhere to meet with complete privacy. 

Her legs nearly buckled with giddy joy when he took instant control of the situation, pulling her into the gym and kissing her passionately, groping her body and keenly exploring every inch as if he’d been waiting for this day for a lifetime. With little time wasted, she was stripped naked before he told her that he had a surprise in store, something that she’d never forget. Overwhelmed with excitement and anticipation, she asked no questions as he thrust her down on a bench and began fastening cuffs around those succulent thighs and helpless wrists. With this display of control and determination, this man seemed so much taller and masculine than she’d ever considered before, it turned her on immensely; so many times she’d masturbated to the thought of being tied and fucked intensely by this figure of authority. 

Nearly an hour later and she still screams of all the things she’ll do to his cock if he’ll just let her recover from the last orgasm, she says the same thing after every orgasm, it never seems to take very long for the next to come. When he had been setting the vibrators and the fucking machine in place earlier, she was too turned on to wonder just what he had in store, she hadn’t expected that his most well kept desire was one simple thing… to bring her to tears of pleasure. Every orgasm is a new level of torture, though with every shudder and jerk of her body that each climax causes, the vibrators are too tightly locked in place to relent in their torment of her overstimulated clitoris. That swollen red button is so engorged that the vibrators seem to have trapped it, though they had been turned to just the right setting to prevent the vibrations from being strong enough to desensitize that little bud full of nerve endings.

Her tutor simply watches with such intent, such admiration of her gorgeous frame constantly shuddering in the fury of orgasmic bliss. The machine will not stop fucking her until he turns it off, of which he has no intention for a while to come. He’d rather simply watch something he’d fantasised about for so long, to see such a beautiful creature be penetrated beyond the girl’s dreams, to know that she will never forget this moment, the night when she was forced to orgasm until passing out, restrained and made to endure the constant pulsating pleasure agonizingly coursing through her clitoris which seemed to visibly plead with its angry red shade for it all to stop. Every second the dildo slipped in and out of her hot, dripping wet entrance, he imagined his own length thrusting inside, watching it sink into her depths as she moaned for him. When she did finally pass out, he’d then allow it to finally stop, to let her recover and regain herself for a moment before at last giving her what she came for, his own body. With every thrust into her hypersensitive sex, she’d feel intensity unlike ever before; finally he’d be just where he’s always wanted to be… locked deep within her fantasies, the kind of fantasies that take hold and never let go. They’ll be spending a lot of time together here in future. 

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femsubdenial:

hypnosis-slave:

dom-plays-with-dolls:

bdsmoid:

schoolslaves:

Well well well, this would be a wise investment.

Imagine Skyping with me while sitting on this chair. Or applying for jobs. Or talking with your friends. Imagine that feeling of fullness, both of your tight holes finally filled up as much as possible, pressing against your walls, pressing all sorts of orgasmic pleasure points you never even knew existed.

Imagine trying to keep yourself together, unable to control your hunger to gently rock your hips back and forth, letting out tiny little gasps of arousal when nobody’s looking. Imagine the smell of your juices filling your nostrils as you feel your thighs and ass grow damp from how horny you are. Imagine sitting there, unable to get up, unable to move lest you risk an uncontrollable orgasmic moan, and constantly wondering if anyone around you can smell how fucking badly you wish to bounce up and down on that chair and cum all over the floor.

Imagine sitting in that chair as voices flood your mind and a spiral consumed your vision. Imagine feeling so weak and empty, completely mindless, drooling all over your tits as you sit, retrained without any physical restraints, and my suggestions slowly making your stuffed holes feel more and more sensitive…

Yeah, a wise investment for sure. And it doesn’t seem like it would be too complex to make…

I want that… All of that!

Imagine sitting, your dom adjusts your skirt and orders you to rock back and forth, bounce, edge, pinch your nipples, and to remain seated and keep at it as he checks to see who’s ringing the doorbell.

“Come in, come in!” you hear him say, and there’s no time to react, the office is immediately vii8ble from the foyer. “Let’s talk right here in the office. You’ve met my girlfriend, right? Talk amongst yourselves while I go get a couple more chairs. Can I get you anything to drink?”