I Need A Cuckcake

I need a sweet girl who will allow me to keep her comfortable and massage her while my husband fucks her. I want her to be as relaxed as possible so that she and my man can completely enjoy each other. I want to watch closely as they please each other. I want her to know how much I appreciate her and how much I adore her. Then, when they are finished, I want her to order me to lick my husband’s cum from her pussy and handcuff my wrists to the bed in the spare room so that I can’t masturbate while I listen to her fuck my husband in my bed the rest of the night.

Every. Little. Thing.

March 24, 2018

Every touch he gives, every kiss, every look, every word increases my desire for him.

The lightest touch covers my body with goosebumps. I think he’s intentionally driving me insane. I want more. I crave the ache that he so graciously allows me to feel.

We do this solely for his pleasure, but is that really the truth? Yes, my denial satisfies his animalistic lust and feeds his ego, which increases his need to control me. But his complete control is what I most desire.

I believe that my place, as my husband’s wife, is kneeling before him. Submitting to him pleases me. In my mind, that is how it’s meant to be. It is my right, as a wife, to be obedient to my husband. It gives me pleasure. It adds to the constant ache of being denied. When he allows me the privilege of tasting his cock, my pussy turns into a leaking faucet,

especially when I know I’m the one filling his body with pleasure. When he moans or starts breathing heavy, I feel like my pussy is screaming, begging for his touch. He is the only one who has the power to stop my aching. He chooses not to. His decision elevates my suffering, which adds to his arousal, and mine.

He prefers me to be in a constant state of desperation. He wants me to crave his touch, to beg for it, which I do willingly and unashamed. I always know when I’ve been a good girl because he rewards me with the pleasure of his tongue. He reminds me that he does it because he enjoys the sweet taste of my juice and that any pleasure I receive is unintentional.

The agonizing deliberate slowness of his tongue on my clit almost makes me cry. I beg him to go faster but my words are ignored as he says he needs to go slowly so he can savor the taste of me. He continues to torment me. The pleasure is building, the feeling is almost too intense to handle. I need to cum. It’s right there. I beg. He says no.

He fucks me. Finally. My pussy will feel some relief when he shoves his cock inside me. The feeling is incredible. He is pleased by how wet I am for him. He reminds me how he allows me to edge in order to build up resistance to giving in to that need to orgasm.

He does not like having to stop fucking me to keep me from having an orgasm. That is my job. If I fail, there will be consequences. But my constant edging is paying off. I’m able to ride a hard edge much longer than I could in the beginning. He notices my progress and then pounds me harder, almost like he’s trying to make me cum. Finally, I have to ask him to stop. I don’t want to disappoint my husband by having an orgasm.

He generously allows me the pleasure of his cum on my face and in my mouth. I love this man with so much conviction. He has taken away my orgasms but has replaced them with more pleasure than I ever thought possible.

fondabs:

Hegre-Art – Massage & Bodywork – Double pleasure massage(Julietta & Magdalena) (2).

Usually when I imagine my husband fucking another woman, they are in my bed while I sit nearby and watch while he tells me how much better she feels than I do. But sometimes I picture it just like this. Me holding on to him closely and caressing him, loving him while he pleases her. This has me all kinds of aroused today.

Denial Torture

3/19/18

I am a hardheaded submissive denial slut who enjoys being degraded, humiliated, and put in my place. At the same time, I want to feel loved, admired, and wanted. Weird, I know, but that’s me. I’m a freak, but I’m comfortable with that. I am an educated professional. I help people (hopefully), and my real life can be stressful. Sometimes I just don’t want to think, so my husband does it for me. Those are the moments that I would do anything for him. After this past Saturday, I learned that I will do anything for him, even things I never would have dreamt of. John was against denial when I first mentioned it to him but he is gradually and expertly assuming his role as the keeper of my orgasms and is becoming quite comfortable with my growing frustration.

I look forward to our lovemaking now more than ever before. It is so much more pleasurable now that I have given my orgasms to my husband. We were in bed, I was sucking his cock and had him on the edge several times. Each time he has to stop me from sucking him, I feel a wave of pleasure in my pussy. I had given my husband a blowjob earlier in the day so I was already overly aroused. Then he finally stopped me and gently laid me back on the bed, kissing me. From my lips down to my neck, kissing and sucking and driving me crazy. Moving down to my breasts, groping, licking, biting, and pinching both nipples sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my entire body.

I involuntarily lift my hips and press against his stomach. I hear a low growl escape from his mouth and he continues moving down, painstakingly slow, inch by inch until he finally reaches the area I so desperately need to feel his tongue.

And then the torture begins. He knows how desperate I am. I need to feel his tongue flicking my clit or I may go insane. He knows, and he intentionally avoids getting too close. He lightly licks all around my pussy lips, not even pulling them apart.

My breathing has turned heavy and incoherent whimpering escapes from my mouth. He is so skilled and knows exactly what he’s doing. I begin to slowly lift my hips to meet his tongue, hoping for deeper penetration. He stops. “I’m sorry, I’m getting you too worked up, I’ll be more careful. Now just relax.” His words are like an aphrodisiac. I can’t relax and he knows it. I can’t see his face, but I know he’s smirking. He begins again, using slight more pressure this time.

I’m more careful to be still because I do not want him to stop again. This feeling is beyond desire. I need him to taste me, for him to feel my clit on his tongue. I know how much he loves that. How can he deny himself that pleasure? His discipline and confidence are inspiring. I begin to softly move my hips again but I control my breathing. He’s impressed with my efforts, and then suddenly his tongue slips between my labia and gently brushes against my clit. I gasp and clinch the sheets in my fists as my head arches back and my entire body trembles. I try to cover my mouth so he won’t hear my moaning but it’s too late. He pulls back. I mutter something. I’ve lost the ability to speak at this point.

He looks at me with all the love in the world and says, “I’ve done it again. I’m sorry. I’ve got my girl all worked up. I wanted this to be relaxing for you but it’s obviously having the opposite effect. I will stop now so that you can calm down.” I find my words. “No, no, no, no, no, pleeaaasssseee don’t stop.” I begged him, to no avail. He got up on his knees and told me to spread my legs. “I’m going to fuck you now because my cock is hard. I’m going to fuck you hard until I cum. Please try to control yourself so that I can focus.” And with that, he rubbed the head of his cock on my clit, causing me to buck my hips, and then eased himself into my pussy.

Then he fucked me like a beast, having his way with me. Watching him, how his body moves, the expression on his face, the pure ecstasy as his thrusting increases, going deeper and deeper, brings me to the edge. I know I can’t cum. But how do I not? Ok, breathe. You can do this. Breathe. Give him your pleasure. I am moaning uncontrollably. My body is quivering.

He stops. Gently and with ease he withdrawals himself from me and caresses my body. “There you go, that’s it. Good girl. Settle down. It’s ok. I know it’s hard for you, feeling my cock deep in your pussy and wanting to cum so badly. Thank you for showing me how needy you are. You know how much I crave your desperation. That’s my good girl. You know how much it pleases me when you don’t cum, right? You’re not going to disappoint me are you?”

The last thing I would ever want to do is let him down. “It’s just so hard.” I whimper. “I love you so much. I’m so close, it’s right there.” I sound pathetic and desperate, and he yearns for that desperation from me. It fuels his burning desire for me. He forcefully thrusts his cock into my pussy, grabs my throat and fucks me hard. He’s whispering in my ear, “you’re such a good fucking denial slut, my good girl.” I can’t hold back. I tell him I’m going to cum. “No, don’t disappoint me now, you’ve been such a good wife, so obedient. You can do it. Hold it in, that’s my good girl…..fuck…I’m cumming.” How I did not cum is beyond me. My need to please my husband was greater than my need for an orgasm. My abstinence from orgasms gives him so much pleasure. It makes him proud of me. He deserves to have a wife who remains desperate, needy, achy, wet, and aroused. As we were lying there, I asked him if he ever thinks about allowing me to cum while we are having sex. He said, “why would I ever allow you to cum? I get too much enjoyment from you not cumming. You’re a much better wife this way. In fact, I’ve been thinking that we should consider getting you chastity piercings. That way, only I will have access to your clit and pussy. Yes, the more I think about it, the more I’m convinced thats what you need.” This is a terrifying yet completely arousing thought to me. Im sure we will be exploring this idea much more. If I’m completely honest with myself, there’s a huge part of me that hopes he never allows me another orgasm. I am enjoying this feeling more than I like to admit.

dragonannabeth:

new piercings still a little tender but lots of fun to be had 

When I showed this to my husband, he, in complete seriousness said, “Yes, I think that is a good idea and something I think we are going to do for you. Yes, I want that for you. It would please me.” Well fuck. This scares me but also excites me so much. I just wonder how on earth one would shave? I can’t stand any hair down there.

Source: dragonannabeth

FUCK

What have I done? I’ve created a denial Nazi. He caught me edging without permission. He was coming in the bedroom to fuck me, but because I’m a greedy little denial slut and couldn’t keep my hands off of my desperate pussy, he rubbed numbing cream all over my clit and told me that now, instead of being fucked, I would just give him a blowjob. Even as he was rubbing my clit with cream that would soon leave me unable to feel anything, I closed my eyes and reveled in the feel of his fingers touching my wet pussy. I crave his touch more than anything.

Being denied and desperate makes me want to devour his cock, but I take my time because that’s how he most enjoys it. I kissed him lightly from his lips down to his balls.

Then with my full tongue, I licked and gently sucked on them. I know this drives him crazy. Then using only my fingertips and starting at the base of his cock, I slowly move my hand up the length of him while still sucking his balls. A sound of pleasure escapes from his mouth. That sound made my pussy ache even more. I wanted him inside me so much, I needed him inside me, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. I then licked up and down his shaft and spent extra time on his sweet spot, moving my tongue in little circles before gently guiding the head of his dick into my mouth. I needed this. Needed to feel his hard cock in my mouth, but he lifted my head up and said, “not yet” as he forced me to give the underside of his cock some attention using only my tongue. He knows how turned on I get and how wet I get when his cock is in my mouth, so he wanted to deny me even that pleasure. He asked me if I learned my lesson and said he doesn’t enjoy punishing me, but it’s the only way a slut like me will ever learn. FUCK. Finally he gave me permission to put his cock in my mouth. As badly as I really wanted to devour it, I took my time, because that is what gives him the most pleasure, and his pleasure really is what matters. Since orgasm denial has become a part of our lives, we have had the best sexual experiences of our lives. His orgasms are more intense, knowing I’m denied. My frustration gives him more pleasure than he’s ever known. I’ve been with this man for almost 11 years. I know how to work his cock. Using my hands and mouth, I quickly had him on the edge.

He begged me to stop. I smirked for a moment because he reminded me of myself when I have to beg him to stop. The huge difference being that I never get that sweet release after being brought to the edge. He was just allowing his pleasure to build before finally giving into temptation. The longer I played with my husband’s cock, the more aroused I became. I was moaning and grinding my pussy into his leg. I knew he was getting close so I stopped again. I watched as his cock throbbed and all of a sudden, a huge stream of cum shot from his cock and hit me in my face, then another stream came out and went above his head, on the wall behind him.

It was good. It was so good. My pussy was soaked…and numb. He told me I could use my vibe for 15 minutes. This was a cruel joke. He knew I wouldn’t be able to feel it. I asked if he ever wants me to have an orgasm while we are having sex, because there is so much love and just as much passion. He looked at me, and said, “not anymore, in fact allowing you to cum really doesn’t cross my mind at all, ever.”