I haven’t really written much about the guy who I consider my kink origin story… More to come on that relationship soon. There is one aspect of our sex life I want to write about which in my opinion is a very underrated kink: permission to orgasm.
So I had been seeing this guy for quite a while. Let’s say we both had some past issues so our relationship had problems, but man it made for interesting sex. It was really with him that I learned what I really like in bed, which is being dominated. It took a lot of time, trust, and communication, but once we got going we really pushed each other to experiment. I’m putting this backstory because this was all VERY consensual.
So one time we were watching tv on my couch when he started fingering me. I told him to fuck me and he just smiled and said no. He started fingering me harder, pounding into me until I was close to the edge and then he just stopped. I begged him to keep going and he refused. I begged him to fuck me again and he refused.
“What would you do for it?” he asked.“Literally anything you want.”
“That’s not very specific,” he said, but then started fingering me again. It intensified faster this time and I was almost there and then he withdrew again and laughed as I cried for him to keep going.
“How bad do you want it then?” He asked. I asked him what he wanted me to do for it and he just laughed and said I wasn’t being creative enough.
This time he went down on me while he kept fingering me. I got close within a matter of minutes and then he just pulled away.
At this point, I was in absolute, pure desperation and needed the torture to end. “I will get on my hands and knees and crawl to the bedroom. I will get you off however you want. I’ll let you come however and wherever you want.
”It was then he grabbed me, flipped me over the edge of the couch, and slammed himself inside of me. I swear I came in less than sixty seconds. He kept going and we both came again together in a matter of minutes. I had never felt an orgasm that intense.
The next day we were fooling around in bed and he went down on me. He told me if I came without permission he was going to punish me. I held back as long as I could and then finally screamed when I couldn’t stop myself and climaxed. That was the first time he put ice inside of me and watched me squirm as he held me in place. Then he started fingering me again and waited until I was practically crying, begging for him to fuck me until he finally put himself inside of me and brought us both to climax.
So I realize this sounds torturous- and indeed it was- but my climaxes would be so much more intense I found myself begging him to make me beg for it. We were both so into this, I started waiting for his permission to orgasm when we were apart. Every time I’d want to touch myself I’d text him and ask him for permission. Sometimes he’d let me, but he’d tell me what I was allowed to think about while I did it- which was usually him inflicting pain in some ways. He was creative with punishment. Other times he would just make me wait for hours until he could come over and get me off. I’d have to spend all day in agony as I thought about it.
Once he called me during the day when I texted him for permission. He told me to get out my vibrator and put myself on speaker as I touched myself. As soon as I was close he would make me stop. He did this five times until he finally let me come and I almost cried it felt so good to finally get the release. I still remember how my hands shook when I finally found release.
It has been interesting explaining this kink to subsequent partners, but one I would highly recommend if you’re curious. In the process of begging, you learn a lot about what you actually want and how far you’re willing to go. Some of my best sexual experiences came from this practice.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p3ft6x/why_i_like_being_told_when_im_allowed_to_orgasm_mf
Holy shit, this was really hot reading! Can your ex give my gf lessons please? This is my idea of heaven 🤤🤤🤤