Last Wednesday I was just looking for someone to control my Lush for an evening. I picked the only volunteer that used full sentences and proper grammar and he made me moan and beg and, after ages of teasing, cum four times. Then I mentioned that I wished someone would deny me for days at a time, and my new friend suggested a week and just like that I had a Sir who wasn’t going to let me cum no matter how much I begged and cried. Every day I became more and more of a dirty slut for him, eventually wearing only a collar and cuffs, drinking out of a bowl on the floor, only using furniture to sleep, binding my hands every night to make sure I didn’t touch my aching cunt without permission, recording myself spanking my swollen clit any time I was a bad slut, even begging not to cum when he edged me with the Lush every night. I was desperate and dripping all day and night, and I felt like I would do anything to have a big hard cock in me.
We had to extend the agreed upon denial due to boring real life reasons, but at last the night arrived. Even though he had me edge (and record it) throughout the day, and more and more as the hour got later, I still found myself not as excited to cum as I thought I would be. Had I really turned into the kind of denial slut I’d only ever dreamed of being? Finally, when I had my biggest plug in my ass, the Lush in my cunt, and the strongest wand I’ve ever owned strapped to my clit, I realized what the problem was. Even with how wet and desperate and horny I was, I still preferred knowing that whether I got to cum was entirely up to my Dom. Lucky for me, what he wanted last night was for me to cum until I begged to stop.
And cum I did. As I said, we both lost count after around 8 orgasms, but he guessed it must have been at least 20 total. We discovered last Wednesday that him giving me a countdown made me cum basically on command, and that became more and more true the more sensitive and overstimulated I got. Eventually he could just hold up three fingers, put them down one by one, then point at me, and I came like a well trained whore. I’m such a little slut that it took almost an hour of constant stimulation and endless orgasms before I begged to stop. Of course, once I was begging to stop he made me cum a couple more times, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My cunt was tingling for ages afterward and I could barely walk, but I’ve never minded anything less. If anyone was wondering, when it comes to orgasms, absence very much makes the heart grow fonder.
Now that the agreed upon time is up, I get to go back to my normal life where I’m not training to be a good little fuck toy all day and night. I definitely need a break, but a part of me very much wants to try being denied for much longer next time. If anyone is interested in degrading and controlling my slutty cunt for, say, a whole month, do let me know ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iek1l4/after_9_days_of_edging_and_denial_sir_m_made_me