I am a horny slut who lives to cum. Nothing feels better to me than a great orgasm after a long day. My toys have not been enough for my greedy cunt lately(see part 1) and I decided to order a few toys. Dildo vibrator and remote control bullet, plus a few other little goodies. when Sir suggested the idea of doing some denial, i was hesitant. Would I make it? Would I enjoy it? Would it make me more or less sexual? We negotiated over the next few days and agreed I would cum as much as I wanted over the weekend but once Monday started my cunt was off limits. It would stay off limits unless instructed to tease by Sir and no matter how badly I wanted it, I wasn’t allowed to cum until my new toys arrived.
My first task would be to say the following to myself on the mirror every morning and evening : 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.
Monday
I woke up monday morning and started my day as usual or almost, except for the stop in the mirror where I began my speech. I stuttered as my mouth fought against the degrading words I was saying. Although I was looking at the text on my phone, I could see my face getting red in the mirror. My pussy getting wet at the same time. And so my journey had begun.
As I was attending a short conference at the university, Sir decided to make it more interesting. I was to attend the conference with no panties and a butt plug. It was warm out and I decided to wear a simple black t-shirt dress, hoping the black fabric would hide any possible wet marks. I choose a plug I know I can keep in easily. As I slide it in I feel my pussy get wet. This is going to be a fun day.
The sun was warm and the wind cool, blowing up my dress, as I waited for the bus. I felt exposed, my skin was covered from my shoulders to my knees but without panties there was nothing stopping my juices from rolling down my leg. And Sir was making sure my juices were flowing by sending me message after message. Reminding me of all the dirty thing he would do to me once he got his hands on me. Reminding me time and time again that I was not allowed to cum.
As the bus arrive, I took a seat at the back, walking by person after person, wondering if they could smell my cunt. I took my seat quietly and checked my phone.
“Show me your cunt slut”
“On the bus, here? Now Sir?”
“Yes slut, I want a picture of your ass and cunt before you get off the bus”
I look around me. There was no one in my row or the row in front of me and no one was facing me. Am I really going to do this?
“Yes Sir”
Another look around, deep breath, it was as safe as it would ever be. I spread my legs, aiming the camera, quickly taking a picture and sending it. It was a good picture but only contains my cunt The risk of getting caught has me breathing hard. Did anyone notice? No how could they? A bump and turn in the road, my pussy grows wetter and I know it will be hard to maintain a straight face, especially as my phone continues to buzz with messages from Sir pushing me on.
There are only a few minutes left on the ride and I have to take a picture of my ass. How in the world am I going to do this discreetly? Sliding down? No. Getting up? Not an options. I slide forward on the seat bending sideways and back, as if I was digging into my bag. I reach my hand back and lift my skirt making sure to take a good picture. I breathe a sigh of relief as I send the picture off to Sir. I get off the bus shortly after and walk towards the auditorium, the wind blowing my dress between my legs. A wet spot slowly growing on the front to match the one that I am sure is on the back.
As I sit in the auditorium, my phone buzzes with another order from Sir.
For 15 minutes, during the conference, I am to expose my shaved cunt.
Expecting the lights to go down, I look around, trying to find the best place to expose myself without being overly visible. I sit quietly and wait, looking around, hoping no one sits near me.
Soon the speaker gets on stage and starts. But the lights are staying on! And people are sitting just behind me! If I pull my skirt up now they are sure to see everything. And there might be minors.
I text Sir, admitting I am too chicken to do the task. To afraid that the entire room will know that I am a dirty public slut. He warms me that I will have to be punished for not completing my task.
When I arrived home my punishment was waiting for me: Place an ice cube in your ass and pussy, kneel in front of the wall with my hands behind my head. Staying in that position until the ice cubes had melted.
I almost cry when I see the punishment. I hate cold! And the idea of having to put an ice cube anywhere near my pussy scares me, never mind my ass. But I must obey Sir and take my punishment for not completing my task.
I take 2 ice cubes out of the freezer. Slowly sliding the first one in my pussy, shivers going through my body. My muscles tightening in protest. And this is probably the easier of the 2. I take a deep breath and slide the ice cube into my ass. I shiver and shake. My breath dragged out by the cold, pain shooting through my body as a silent yell escapes my lips.
Oh my god. There is no way I can kneel here until they melt. I hate ice and the cold feeling so much. All I can do is breathe waiting patiently for the ice to melt. Knowing that this is a punishment not meant to be fun, I suffer through. Following each of Sirs instructions. My hands on my head. Facing the wall as the cold water starts dripping out. Waiting patiently for the torture to end. Occasionally checking, hoping the ice would be gone. After what felt like hours the ice was gone and I could resume my day.
Since this was my last night where I would still be able to cum, I would be allowed to cum as many times as I wanted, using whatever toys I wanted.
I used my wand and another vibrator. Allowing myself to cum over and over again, Sir encouraging me to cum one more time enjoying every last drop of pleasure. Even forcing some painful orgasms, knowing I won’t feel this way for at least a week. After my body’s protest become too hard to ignore, when the thought of cuming one more time is more painful then pleasure I stop. Being a good girl, sucking my toys clean with my mouth, taking them as deep as I dare in my mouth. Anything to feel that pleasure I will not feel again until my new toys arrive. Will I make it?
Tuesday morning
Now the real task had started. My toys had shipped and there were no more orgasms for me until my toys arrived.
I started by repeating my mantra in the mirror:
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.
To make sure I remember that I am not allowed to cum, Sir makes me write “Off limits” above my cunt. What originally sounded like a simple task, after all I only had to write the words, but it became more complex every time I went to the bathroom. The reminder that I wasn’t allowed to touch myself made me so wet. At this rate I would soon soak through my panties and possibly my pants.
The day went on, my thoughts more and more on my pussy. Wanting to touch it, I was so horny. As I went about my day my thoughts were more and more often focused on cuming. But the day wasn’t done and Sir wasn’t done teasing me. It would have been to easy to just remind me I couldn’t cum. He needed to make sure I knew he owned my pleasure and the task he set out surely did that.
“Wear your fully charged vibrator until it dies, you are only allowed to remove it if you are going to cum. Thank me every time for not letting you cum”
And so after dinner, I sat on the couch, a towel below me to collect my juices and turned on the vibrator, placing it deep in my pussy.
Sir decided the humiliation wasn’t enough and he ordered me to put my panties, wet and sticky from my day in my mouth. This served as a gag, muffling my cries of protest as pleasure started to rise in my body from the vibration. It felt so good, but I didn’t want to give in. If I follow the pleasure, it will get too intense. I need to fight the pleasure. But before long, I have to take it out the vibrator and a first message goes out
Thank you Sir for not letting me cum
Back in goes the vibrator, my body eager to cum. I fight it back, bringing myself to the edge then taking it out. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum. Again, so good, I would give anything to cum. I can feel my nipples hardening. Crying out for attention. A quick touch, a gasp. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum. Deep breath as I slide the vibrator back in.
This goes on, over and over again. My body aching to cum by the end. So horny I can’t talk or think. All I want to do is cum, but I haven’t gotten Sir permission.
My panties are now soaked in my mouth and drool starts dropping down my chin onto my exposed breasts. The humiliation is complete. I love it so much. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum.
How much longer can this go on. My entire body is aching, tight and ready to cum. If only I had permission, I know I must wait but my body is fighting. My cries becoming more and more frustrated, Thank you Sir for not letting me cum. Sarcasm clear in my voice. Sir laughing as I become angry but submit. Giving myself over to him. Letting him control everything, controlling even my most basic pleasure. Thank you Sir for not letting me cum
Finally the vibrator dies. I am both sad and happy. The death of the vibrator is the end of the pleasure for today. I will have to wait until tomorrow before I can touch myself again and all I want to do is touch myself. I am so close. I could cum, from the slightest touch. But I know I can’t.
At least the day is done and I can go to sleep. But my sleep in filled with dirty dreams. Dreams of being used, teased, spanked, anything Sir wanted, but never allowed to cum.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9hkvlc/submissive_adventures_part_2_denial