End of my week of torture and denial
Wednesday
I woke up on Wednesday, hornier than I had in awhile. I had fallen asleep imagining Sir using my body, tied up and naked. All my holes available for him to use. This only added to the horniness, but I couldn’t focus on anything else. It was as if my mind was fixated on my pussy. I wanted to touch myself so badly. I knew the slightest touch would send me over the edge. If only I was allowed to cum. But my toys had not yet arrived and the soonest they were expected was Friday. How would I survive another 2 days? And what if they didn’t arrive on Friday? I pushed the thought out of my mind. This was only my second day of denying myself.
I look at myself in the mirror, my pussy lips red, my nipples erect at the slightest touch, it will only get worse.
“I am a horny puppy slut. My body and mind belong to Sir. My purpose is to give Sir pleasure in any way he sees fit. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.”
This mantra had become familiar. Reminding me of my purpose every morning and every night.
My task today was simple: Clean the house while wearing a crotch rope. Not just any crotch rope though, I received very specific instructions on placement and tightness. One knot in particular, was placed right on my clit. Pushing on my clit according to my movements.
It didn’t take long for the rope to be covered in my juices. I wasn’t cumming, but I was so horny. So beautifully horny. As I would move and clean I was continuously reminded of my role. That my pleasure was not for my enjoyment but for Sir’s. He owns my clit, my lips, my pussy, my body. Even though Sir isn’t near, the rope reminds me of my position and his power over me. I am no longer allowed to cum as I please, I need to first think of Sir and his pleasure.
Aching, wishing I could cum, my mind quietly calculating what I can fuck, how can I get off, but I know I can’t. Not until Sir says I can. The day ends without receiving any release, not that any was expected, a wonderful series of rope marks on my body. I lay awake in bed, slowly touching the soft ripples on my hip, desperately wishing I could slide my fingers over, ever so slightly, just over my smooth lips. My other hand on my nipples, slowly pinching them. Not too hard, that would make things worse.
I must not cum, I must not cum, I must not cum.
The urge is too strong, I pull my hands away and sigh in frustration. I want to cum! I really really want to cum!
I place my hands under my head, keeping them away from my body, as my mind explores and dreams of my body being used.
I dream of days spent kneeling… always wet and horny….Being used by Sir…for his pleasure…at his pleasure…Usually my mouth….my pussy would be too much….I love this….I don’t want it to end… soft kisses….licking… sucking… slobber and drool on my chin…a puddle of juices between my leds…a deep push… gagging… struggling to breath…enjoying the cock deep in my throat….Begging for more… still sucking….
-Please Sir, may I please cum?
-Not yet Slut
-Thank you Sir for not letting me cum……….
Thursday
What a night!
I am not sure how I managed to sleep, I was having the most vivid fantasies and dreams. At times it almost felt like I was on the verge of cuming, but it never happened. Even in my dreams, Sir would not let me cum. I awoke to find my thighs wet, my nipples hard against the sheet. My hand instinctively reaches for the vibrator but I stop myself as I remember that I really am not allowed to cum. Hopefully my toys arrive tomorrow, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. And so I start my day.
“I am a horny puppy slut. My body and mind belong to Sir. My purpose is to give Sir pleasure in any way he sees fit. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.”
I went about my day, horny, distracted and fantasizing at all the wrong moments. I had not yet received my task for the day, which meant it was something I would do with Sir. Interactive tasks are my favorite. I checked my phone repeatedly throughout the day, hoping to know anything about the task. My mind was running imagining all the ways Sir could have his way with me. My body at his mercy. These thoughts did not help my horniness or my concentration. I still have a few days of this….How in the world will I survive? I am going to jump someone!
Although I hadn’t received my task, I was receiving taunts and teases, Sir constantly reminding me he still had a task for me to do for later that night. How he wanted to watch me suffer, to hear the frustration in my voice, my angry moans and my sighs of desperation.
Just after dinner, I finally received my task: Fuck myself using my rabbit vibrator. Each time I needed to stop to avoid cumming I had to a) Thank Sir for not letting me cum and b) place a clothespin on my body, first on my left breast, then my right and finally my cunt, until I was out of clothespins.
Sighs…All I want is to cum… and yet I submit myself to this willingly… this pain… this pleasure… not my pleasure, but his…
I had not even started and I felt like I could cum at any moment. I slid the vibrator in. I didn’t dare turn it on. The torture was visible on my face, so much attention on trying not to cum, slowing fucking myself, not daring to go faster… that is of course until Sir gives the order.
Harder slut, I know you can use yourself better. I want to see you go as close as you dare. Let’s see how horny we can make you.
Within 30 seconds I couldn’t take it. My body was aching to cum, yelling my desire. Knowing I will have to stop soon.
Gasp… I pull out the vibrator, afraid I am going to cum. “Thank you Sir for not letting me cum!” sarcasm heavy in my voice. A first clothespin on my left breast
And so I start again, fucking my pussy, turning the vibration on low this time. It doesn’t take long before I need to stop again. A sigh of frustration escaping as I stop. “Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.” I hate the words, and there are still so many clothespins
I slide the vibrator in again
Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I need to cum!
I pull it out
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum
The first clothespin on my cunt. This will be painful. But I welcome the pain, as it reduces the intensity of the pleasure.
Here we go again, another edging, my entire body is sensitive, my every thought focused on not cuming.
I can’t do it. I pull the vibrator out, leaving it on between my legs.
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
Groans of frustration escaping my mouth
I place a second clothespin on my left breast. The pain is exquisite. It feels so amazing. I am so horny… What is happening? I almost feel like I am about to cum. Just from the addition of the clothespin. Knowing that Sir is enjoying watching me suffer is enough to bring me to the edge.
Thank you Sir for letting me cum.
And I add a clothespin to my right breast. Again the pleasure is amazing. My eyes roll back, my hands gripping tight. Aaaargh! Thank you Sir for not letting me cum!
Another clip on my cunt. One on each lip. Moving back and forth as I fuck my cunt. Fuck this feels amazing! I feel like I am not recuperating. Even when I am not touching myself, or fucking myself, I can feel my hornyness building. The urge to cum building. How am I going to handle this? I place a clothespin on my left breast
Thank you Sir for letting me cum
The words broken and stuttered
Agony and ecstasy mixing wonderfully
Thoughts unclear in my mind. Unsure of what my tasks are.
A clothespin on my right breast
Thank you Sir for letting me cum
And so on… my body on the verge at every touch. Fighting between my own urges and the orders I have received from Sir. Everytime I thank Sir, the sarcasm and anger grows, making him laugh more and more. There is nothing he likes more than watching his slut being tortured.
I can’t think anymore… the pain… the pleasure… Thank you Sir… not letting me cum… Fuck I want to cum…. Please Sir… Clothespin…The vibrator pushed in…Oh fuck…. Clothespin…. Thank you Sir….
Completely loss to the sensation, I forget to thank Sir and mix up the order of the clothespin. Sir knows there is no point in punishing me now… forcing me to torture myself… not allowing me to cum is torture enough.
Finally I am out of clothespin. There are 4 on each breast, pulling as my nipples get hard and another 4 on my pussy, 2 on each pussy lip.
Good girl! You did well. Now clean yourself up and go to bed!
I am astounded. I had hoped he would let me cum. I had been such a good girl, I had taken the pain and the pleasure, I had not cum! But Sir would make me wait. He was enjoying this way too much and if I was honest, I was enjoying it too.
My night was again filled with dreams of being used, but never allowed to cum… I felt as though my body would cum at the slightest touch. How could I keep holding off? What if the toys did not arrive tomorrow? Could I survive the weekend?
Friday
Last night I had made mistakes, not on purpose, but because I was so horny I couldn’t count. I knew I was going to pay for it. My task for the day was simple, each time I thoug
ht of touching my clit or pussy I was to put a tick mark on my arm.
The first punishment was to write “Too horny to think” above my cunt.
My day started of well, I said my mantra in the mirror and did some laundry and chores at home. I took a long shower making sure to shave myself, my legs, my pussy. Smoothe, getting every last hair, I run my fingers over my skin, trying to find any stray hairs. The touch exciting me, creating a new kind of wetness to grow between my legs. I must resist moving my finger over every so slightly to my needy clit. Afterall it is right there. Deep Breath. It isn’t worth it, I need to resist. I think my pussy remained wet the rest of the day. As soon as my underwear were on, a wet spot developed. It grew on the bus to run errands, each bump and turn making me wet and excited. The ticks on my arms growing more and more numerous, my mind continuously thinking of ways I could get off, things I could fuck and what these ticks represent. Will it be spankings? Tick Will it be denied orgasms? Tick
As I get off the bus and walk towards the store, I feel the wetness between my legs. I really hope it doesn’t show through my pants. I am tempted to check, but I do not dare put my hands that close. I feel like any touch, any pressure might send me over the edge.
A few deep breaths later, and a many additional tick marks I finished my errands and arrived home. No signs of my toys yet. There was still hope they would arrive today, but as the day ended, I realised the toys would not arrive today. The disappointment was devastating. I could not survive another 2 or 3 days without cuming!!
I begged Sir, pleaded with him, anything if only he would let me cum. But I had made mistakes last night and still had to take my punishment for it. I had accumulated 37 tick marks covering most of my forearm and for each tick mark, I had to write “I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum” on my body. On top on that I had to do it outside, in the cold, with my the vibrator in my pussy. In but not on. I think this made it worse. The wind was brutal, giving me goosebumps, making my nipples hard, so hard they hurt. I shivered and shook as I wrote the words over and over on my body.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
10 on one leg…I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum….I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum….10 on the other leg…I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum……5 on my stomach……I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum….5 on my chest…I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum…7 left I spread them across my sides and legs.
When I am finished the front of my body is covered from my chest to my knees.
I am a dirty fuckpig. I don’t deserve to pleasure my cunt. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
Over and over again, written in every which way. I smile as I see my body degraded. Being a dirty fuckpig makes me so happy… If only I could stay here forever…
But Sir is not done with me yet, that vibrator I have been wearing is turned on right to maximum and that is how it was to stay for 37 minutes. Is this good or bad? Is this a reward or another punishment? I always love pleasure,I love cuming and I love feeling a vibrator deep within me.
But not being able to cum sucks. I want to with every ounce of my being. Only my obedience to Sir is stopping me. Sir’s pleasure is more important than my own, and he loves seeing me so horny and frustrated, my body is covered in degrading text. I love being dirty fuckpig.
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum
These words I have repeated so many times over the last few days
So much more than I expected
Going against my own desires
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum
Finally the time is up… I collapse in bed. My body is aching, I would give anything to cum. But cuming without permission brings no pleasure. I have to wait for Sir to say I am allowed to cum.
I fell asleep hoping for relief, but was tortured in my dreams and woke up feeling more horny than I could ever remember being.
Saturday
“I am a horny puppy slut. My body and mind belong to Sir. My purpose is to give Sir pleasure in any way he sees fit. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.”
Time to start another day and start a new task. Today I am going to practice being a good puppy slut for Sir. And like a good puppy slut, I was going to wear my collar. Putting on my collar on always makes me horny, wet and even more submissive than usual. To make sure I stay wet and horny, every hour I am going to grind my pussy like a good puppy for 5 minutes.
My body is still covered in writing from the previous day, reminding me of my proper place. I grind my pussy on the arm of the couch. One minute, two minutes… I really wish I could cum… I know it would so easy, I would just have to relax into it. 3 minutes…. No I have to resist and wait until I get permission… 4 minutes almost done… Fuck! Oh Fuck! Aaaarg!
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
This sequence repeats every hour. My horniness growing exponentially. I have never been this horny! My body begging for attention and release.
I finally decide to shower, hoping it would calm me down. My body is so sensitive, so aroused.
The water runs over my naked body, smearing the writing covering me. I feel every drop hit my body, running over the words. I start washing myself, slowly scrubbing away my punishment. I spend a few extra minutes under the shower, my hands cupping my breasts. I swear if I pinch them, I might cum. How much longer can this go on?
The day goes on, and every hour, I find a new object and grind against it. Teasing myself, bringing myself to the edge of ecstasy then retreating. Begging Sir to let me cum.
Grinding on a pillow, fighting the urge to let myself cum. Fighting against my body, aching to release, just a touch harder or faster and it will be too much, the level of control is all consuming. I can think of nothing but not cuming, even as I feel the wet spot growing between my legs. My 5 minutes are up, the alarm is both a joy and a curse. I get to stop edging myself, but any chance of cuming is gone but soon there another session. The grinding more intense, my cunt is so sensitive after being denied so long. Begging for release, gasping for breath, imagining a cock deep inside me. Reminding my body not to cum, knowing only Sir can provide that release. Time is up and I let out a small moan and collapse on the bed, trying to catch my breath and let my body relax.
Please Sir, I beg, I plead, I cry, Moaning. Oh please Sir, please allow me to cum.
I degrade myself prostrating myself in front of Sir, tears of frustration running down my face, juices running just as fast down my thighs.
Completely broken, submitting completely, I hear the wonderful words I want to hear: You can cum! Go ahead and cum for me!
My body reacts to the words before my brains has a chance to comprehend them. My cunt twitching, my body in spasms, I cum without being touched. Only at the word of Sir. The small puddle between my legs growing bigger as I cum. Finally.
Thank you Sir for letting me cum.
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