[m/f] Orgasm Denial: I Begged and Pleaded

I’ve always viewed sex as a battle for power. I typically get off on being in control, but one night my boyfriend turned the tables, turning me into a begging, pleasing, shivering mess.

The night started innocently enough with a movie. About fifteen minutes in, he kissed my neck and told me how badly he wanted to be inside me. I told him to shut up since I couldn’t hear the dialogue. Unfortunately, he was persistent. I told him to wait until the movie ended.

Eventually, he overpowered me. Against my will, he pulled off my sweatpants. At this point, I could’ve gotten serious and stopped him, but his aggressiveness was a welcome surprise in our stagnant sex life.

He pulled my thong to the side and without any foreplay, pounded me deep and fast. All I could do was lay defenseless on the couch as he pressed himself deeper and deeper. As I reached climax, I uttered “I’m gonna cum” in between moans. He responded that he was going to cum as well. As I tightened up, he pulled out.

However, the cum that usually splashes across me was nowhere to be found. I asked him, “Why didn’t you cum?”, but he didn’t answer. He said we should go back to watching the movie. I put my sweatpants back on and he spooned me.

I didn’t go back to watching the movie. I had a myriad of emotions going through my head, all complicated by how extremely horny he made me. As if it was nothing, he aggressively overpowered me only to insist that we go back to watching. Obviously, I was upset: I had missed the last fifteen minutes of the movie and didn’t get off. A wet spot on the couch served as a reminder of what just transpired. I kept my hand near my crotch and clandestinely rubbed myself.

Several minutes later, he slid my sweatpants back down around my ankles and pressed his pelvis against me. This time, I dropped all signs of dissent. I was begging for it. Like an asshole, he told me to pay attention to the movie, which had a zero percent chance of happening. Instead, I guided him inside me.

I was now a pathetic mess, obsequious to all his demands. He reached around with his hand and began playing with my clit, asking me, “Do you want me to cum inside you?”

I was frustrated yet turned on. I was begging him, uttering “please” over and over. Yet again, he stopped before we reached orgasm. He pulled out and said we should really watch the movie. He was toying with me now.

I kept trying to get him to finish the job, but he wouldn’t take his briefs off. It took another half hour for him to do the same thing, where he’d fuck me to the point of near-orgasm only to pull out. I realized what he was doing. Instead of orgasming and crashing, he consistently built up the euphoria until neither of us could take it. Rather, until I couldn’t take it.

The power exchange that had occurred through the course of the night turned me on. Originally, I was the one who wanted to watch the movie, getting annoyed by the prospect of sex. Yet at this point, I was a moaning, shivering, mess who was begging for it.

As we neared the end of the two hour long film, he finally got fed up with my demands and left the room. He came back with a pair of handcuffs, a ball gag, and a blindfold. He told me stand up..

Happy that he had returned, but also intimidated by his aggressiveness, I did what I was told. He spun me around and stripped me, leaving my panties around my ankles . The cool air caused me to shiver. Before I knew it, I was completely fettered, unable to see a thing.

I nearly lost my breath when he pushed me stomach-first against the armrest of the couch. I couldn’t hide my arousal, evidenced by the wetness flowing down my thighs. Unable to say a word, I wanted to scream, “Fuck me! Please God, just fuck me!” With tears rolling down my face, all I could do was moan through the ball gag.

I quickly learned to stop begging. Immediately, I felt a huge whack against my ass. I whimpered, so he smacked me again. Each time I moaned, whimpered, or made a noise of any sort, I was met with a stiff spank. I was being disciplined for being such a needy, impatient little girl. I had to get a hold of myself.

I felt him press close against me, his warm hands gliding across my erect nipples. I made the mistake of expressing pleasure, causing him to grab my throat. He moved in closer. I could feel his hard cock against my crotch.

I came within the first couple pumps of his cock – likely the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced. I could tell he was close as well. I tightened up as he shot his cum deep inside me.

Without a word, he pulled my panties pack up around my waist. While I lay there handcuffed and blindfolded, draped over the armrest, he returned to the movie, giving me time to reflect on how I acted like a spoiled, bratty, little girl.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/47gm2d/mf_orgasm_denial_i_begged_and_pleaded