Blackie & I are both very happy that the UK Dom was able to see to his satisfied punishment of me last night, the details of which are as follows…
First, he made this slut masturbate her insatiable cock hungry cunt to orgasm and immediately upon orgasming, tell him the details of how I did it, how it felt.
It was easy to do, especially knowing that I was being judged and evaluated for my performance… Was my sluttish little cunt coming too fast? Because you know I came both quickly & hard. It was a wonderful release, both to have the pleasure of permission to come and to be following his orders to the letter after the agony of waiting to hear of his disappointment and punishment.
But this was only the first two steps…
Step three was repeat the process — and to “be sure to be fucking your little cock-hole as fast as you can when you cum this time.”
It was even easier than the first time; when I come, the more fucking and orgasms I want… Of course, I told him this when I messaged him that I’d followed his orders again. Those I serve must be told of my weaknesses — it is their choice to exploit, assist, or train as they wish.
Step four was to do it all again, but this time I was only to use my fingers and saliva, “if you need lube… (which I very much doubt).” Of course no lube was needed… I’m such a slut.
When I quickly brought myself to the third instructed orgasm in less than an hour, the UK Dom gave me the fifth step: “Step 5: this is the important part now…you have cum three times in less than an hour… so now, you will bring yourself to the point of orgasm WITHOUT cuming … you may only play with your clit and cunt, and you will message me once you have brought yourself to the brink. Let me make this clear – you WILL NOT CUM.”
It was easy to bring myself to the point of orgasm as instructed — but it was difficult to hold it back and not slip over the delicious edge that was just waiting, begging, for me to go over… But I managed to hold on and messaged him to let him know.
Then my phone rang.
It was He, and the sound of his voice…
Commanding me to masturbate my already soaked and wanting pussy — to the sound of his voice made me so slick… Before he was a (hot!) faceless looming dark figure in my imagination, ordering me about, but now his voice was in my head, giving orders, calling me a slut. Honestly, at that point I could have sat as still as a statue and just heard him talking, describing, and I could have come — again.
But of course I wasn’t allowed to.
I wasn’t allowed to orgasm or sit still.
I managed to do as he instructed, fuck my hot cunt per his orders and not come. Sure, I had to ask for permission to stop finger-fucking myself to maintain control. He granted it — briefly. I could tell he wasn’t pleased with my sluttish lack of self-control, but he was kind & experienced enough to allow me chances to catch my breath, avoid spilling over the edge — but not generous enough to make it easy.
For example, when he granted me permission to remove my fingers from my wet & hungry slit, he described his big hard cock dripping with pre-come, asking me if I wanted it… Of course I did! And he had me slap my pussy — which didn’t make avoiding orgasm easy when he’d just described his balls hitting me.
And when he told me that my cunt was his to use — making me say that my cunt was his to use! — I could barely contain myself. I squirmed & contorted trying to hold back the orgasm as I was ordered to do.
A few minutes later, when he again instructed me to slap my pussy — four times, that time — I panted that the slaps were bringing me too close… He mocked me with a “poor baby, I had no idea…” that made my already flushed face heat with a deeper shade of shameful crimson. Of course he knew just what he was asking of me!
I was allowed to suck his cock — I thought it would be a break, but as I sucked my sticky fingers clean in mimicry of his dick, I had to listen to him talk about his big hard cock and my slutty cock-hungry cunt. Several times I got lost in the heat and lust… Wanting desperately to hear him but unable to focus, lost… Trying to at least keep myself from my one true task: Not to orgasm.
I honestly don’t know how I managed to make it through that call without an orgasm — but I did.
Then I had to sit and wait by the phone, because he said he might call again. The anticipation of another call — maybe with the chance to orgasm for him?! — was nearly unbearable. The combination of sitting in such anticipation atop a hungry wet slit, throbbing & demanding its needs for a “missed orgasm” made me shake like a leaf on a tree.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
And then a message.
Well, I am pleased.
You may report to Blackie that, for my part, you have completed your assignment and that I am satisfied. Although, of course, it will be for Him to decide when you will be allowed to orgasm again. HAHA!
Look forward to speak to again soon pinkie (although it won’t be tonight) I am finished with you for the evening – you may sign off whenever you are ready, but just to be clear – no orgasm until Blackie decides otherwise.
My personal (and very intimate) frustration aside (I was so hoping I could come for him on the phone!), hearing him say (for now that I’d heard his voice I could play it back in my head), “I am finished with you for the evening,” made me groan aloud.
Such mixed emotions…
The frustration with being denied an orgasm, pride at having accomplished my task, hope to serve and please him again… And when he left such kind feedback for me, I thought I’d come with the pleasure of finally having pleased him and therefore Blackie as well. The shaking resumed, and it reminded me that I’d have to relive all of this again in my required posting of it… Which posed the very real threat of my possible future failure to maintain the no orgasm policy. Especially as I have no idea how long Blackie would command it.
But now I had to take this confused pleasure-ridden and pleasure-denied body to bed. Only two hours until I had to get up for work — and comply with Blackie’s next punishing tasks.
Tags: orgasm denial, power play, serving, supervised masturbation
