Challenge for the deniers (f4A)

34F 32 days and 21 hours since my last release… Keep me honest?I love extreme teasing, edging, and degradation. I usually have to encourage Dom(me)s to push me harder. Do you think you can reduce me to genuine begging? Even better… Can you make me sob with need? This is a goal for me but I have not yet found that person ready to meet the challenge. I have Lovense toys. I highly prefer voice via discord or the Lovense app. No pictures or video.SSC, RACK, PRICK players only. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n

20F

Hello, I’m looking for any challenges or games for edging. I enjoy cumming at the end, in one session and vibrators. Girls do you have any favorites? Men do you have any or can make one up for me? female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n

Eroto-comatose lucidity, Aleister Crowley, and a MacGuffin…. (Day 10 and 11)

((All posts Cross posted at the request of my Sir))Alternate title: the Day that the Slut decided to go fru-fru-psychology on your asses in regards to female edging :)I have been doing a lot of reading into the subject of sexual energy, orgasms, orgasm control, and female edging. I was amazed at how many of the articles spoke of not achieving orgasm as a bad thing. If you google it, there are so many things written to assure women who can -not- orgasm that there is a way, be it medically or by “simply” showing your sexual partner where the hell your damn clit is. By the way, for some of you – it ain’t where you think it is. lolBut I happened to come across an article on Sex Magic by Aleister Crowley. Now, to clarify, I am not a follower of Mr. Crowley’s and if you must know, I am a member of the Satanic Temple (no I do not believe in Satan or Lucifer, I am an atheist) but the concept of a ritual he developed struck a cord.The ritual he developed helped you achieve ” Eroto-comatose lucidity .” The ritualinvolves repeated sexual stimulation that does not bring you to an orgasm, and through that, you could achieve a state between being fully asleep and being fully awake. Being in this state would allow you to commune with your God. I don’t believe in God, but I DO believe, as I have spoken about before, in a growing sort of spirituality in me that I am exploring in edging. I suppose, to use an overused catchphrase of our time, I am achieving “mindfulness.”I was speaking today of an incident I had last night. I was zoned out. Out of it. Sexually overloaded. I could not think. I was walking around with one sock on, one sock off, one ear tunnel in my hand, the backing of the other set somewhere, and going, “Where did I put my ear…things?” and wondered why my foot was cold. Other than wondering where I had put something ( they were in my hand) I also was in the zone of being a wanton, ravening whore who just wanted to throw herself to the wolves and say, “HAVE AT IT BOYS (or girls)! COME GET YA SOME!” Yeah, I was a lil bit horny. >.> My mind was a muddled mire of slutty brain meats and a fuzzy fog of whoring desires. I was a mess. I am told this is hot. lol.But I was also focused not on everything around me, but on my body, my mind- fuzzy though it was- and I guess you could say I was communing with the sexual energy and mindful of its place in my mind and body. I was in touch fully with my inner desires, needs, and my true self.Pretty fuckin’ zen, amirite?!Today, in my more sedate, more focused, and a bit less horny (Not by much) moments I got to thinking about that state of mind. I felt both at peace and wanted to climb the fucking walls. I did NOT want to cum. I wanted to be edged, to be used, to be brought to the edge time after time and never allowed to cum ever. Not once did the thought of orgasming hit me. I just wanted to dance at the edge and stay there. Well, dance and get fucked in every hole I have over and over, but that’s beside the point.Or is it? \insert devilish smiles from Dominants reading this\**So off to the Google I went and thus, found Mr. Crowley and his ideas of Sex Magic. Of course, I have heard of him before, I have read some of his works as I have dabbled in Paganism in the past but it never stuck with me. However, this notion of communing with some abstract deity made me go, “Ohh, I get it now.” For me, I am not communing with any God, I am communing with myself and I am dancing on the tether of connection between myself and my Sir. I am looking inward as well as outward.I was zoned out…as well as in.Zoning in, I feel that sexual energy vibrating my every nerve-ending and firing over every synapse in my brain. Inwardly, I feel stress, tension, depression melt away. My core self is honed in on my clit and the feelings in my pussy- which to some may sound strange and I can hear some people say, “christ, come on, it’s just fucking sex and your clit and you need to fucking cum. Get over yourself with this new age-y mumbo jumbo.”To them I say, fuck off. No. :PIt isn’t “just” sex and no, I do NOT need to cum. Orgasms are not the penultimate of sex for me. Truth be told, I see now that they never were. It is for some and that’s fine, that is them. This is me.I looked up the definition of “climax” today. It comes from the Greek word “klimax” which means “ladder.” Which makes sense, if you think about it. A climax is a high point, the peak, the summit. After that, it’s all downhill- or you fall off the ladder. It is also the end, the “it’s all over but the shouting”. Think about a scene in a movie where the climax is a dramatic car chase or race through a city to get to a place or to find the MacGuffin. Once that chase is won, or the place is reached, it’s done. All that’s left is the winddown, the shaking of hands and patting of backs, the romantic kiss, the arrest, and/or the MacGuffin attained.So, in my mind, why would anyone want to find the MacGuffin that is an orgasm? For those to whom that word is unknown, a MacGuffin is a cinematic device and is (per Merriam-Webster) an object, event, or character in a film or story that serves to set and keep the plot in motion despite usually lacking intrinsic importance.Lacking intrinsic importance.To me, and again, this is me, you do you, boo- orgasms lack the intrinsic importance placed upon them, be it by society, pornos, even movies or TV. Every story I read in the Hustlers I’d sneak out of my parent’s room ended with an orgasm. Every romance I read ever ended up with the busty maiden finding paradise through a mind-shattering orgasm from her Prince Charming. Hell, even 50 Shades of Ridiculous showed this. Orgasm from the billionaire Dom (groan) changed the innocent college student (gag) into a woman who knew her mind and exerted her will and…barf. I just can’t even.In my mind, Mr. Crowley had it right. Edging and orgasm denial is where you will find your “God” – or yourself, or whatever it is you identify with, whatever it is you seek.Until next time,a slutontheedge*heads off, humming Ozzy Osbourne* female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n

My first journey with denial

Hi everyone recently my daddy and I tried 2 weeks of denial for me in the lead up to a weekend away for Valentine’s Day and I just wanted to share my experiences with you guys since it was mainly this page that got me through the 2 weeks.Daddy had set rules I needed to follow: – Each day I needed to edge and watch porn or scroll through this page for 30 mins, in that time I needed to edge myself at least 5 times. – There were touch and no touch days, on no touch days I was allowed to touch myself if I had my daddy’s cock in my mouth. – Any time before 11pm daddy was allowed to fuck me, have me suck his cock etc for his pleasure and I wasn’t allowed to say no.When daddy first suggested this as a way to get my sex drive up I didn’t think it would work and I didn’t think I would enjoy it but boy was I wrong. After the first day of edging all I could think about was touching myself and having daddy inside me fucking me. As the time went on I was getting hornier and hornier, basically every day of those 2 weeks I was begging daddy to fuck me just to get some pleasure even though I knew I couldn’t cum or begging him to let me suck his cock. It was no longer him telling me to suck his cock.When the holiday arrived and we got to the hotel room daddy fucked me and allowed me to cum, it was amazing, I was moaning so loud and being vocal and the entire trip we just kept fucking like horny rabbits.Daddy has now said I am having another go at denial in a week and I’m looking forward to being his depraved little cock slut again then. female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n