As you can see in my signature my last orgasm was and will be exactly that, the last one.
It wasn't even a big one, you know, the ones that make you arch your back, make you squirt and then left you trembling and exhausted. It was a small one, the type where your muscles contract and you feel the ripples of pleasure flow through your body. A soft one that gently carries you away.
And as such it was perfect for my final orgasm because it damped my hormone levels instead of crashing it. So I had a head start for the now endless denial.
Since then I get edged without mercy and without a chance of being released.
But this is exactly what I want and need and crave.
It feels like a warm bouncy ball in my nether region and every time I get edged or teased it begins to get hotter and jump around. And sometimes even without, simply out of the blue. But before it could explode and shatter me all stimulation stops. My Owners pull their hands away and let the ball come to rest. Then they will start all over again and again and again until I moan in frustration and want to dig my nails into the hardwood floor.
They decide when I have enough, if enough of my brain had leaked as a mushy horny mess out of my cunt. Before my mind clears up they already have locked the chastity belt again. All I can feel between my legs is cold steel and frustration.
I was joining in as a denial bitch but will leave as a denial slut.
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