After so many days of no touch (35 days altogether, with a few days where I sneakily touched my pussy and was punished for that), Mr S has finally allowed me to hump things! It was only air humping before, and I usually play with my nipples while pretending I was having a cock inside me but yesterday was a different thing.I woke up to his sweet message. When you wake up, you have my permission to hump your pillows. I had to read it twice to make sure it wasn’t my mind playing tricks on me. It doesn’t mean I wasn’t eager to hump my pillows though…If anything, I humped it till I edged twice. I was really happy to be allowed to hump that throughout the day, I was begging him for some more.I was always greedy when it comes to Mr S. Greedy for more denial, greedy for his attention on me, greedy to have him all to myself, like how he wants me all to himself š¤Ŗ But on that day, Mr S was being suspiciously kind.And you won’t neglect your ass if I let you? You will still fuck your ass multiple times today?Pssh, of course I agreed instantly. I’d do anything just to be allowed to hump. But at times, things don’t work the way I wanted it to. I was so busy with stuffs that I could only have my free time with him late at night. And as soon as I got into my room, I texted him.”I’m really really horny ššš” is always a good conversation starter with Mr S. It works 100% of the time. He’d immediately get attentive towards me, and flicks his switch to being a dom.That’s good, because so am I. Of course, I can touch myself to relieve the frustration.Cheeky smartass, I thought to myself, but I didn’t say that to him. The last thing I wanted was for him to take back his permission of letting me hump :pHe was in his teasing mode. No matter how much I begged, he wouldn’t let me. It was already a frustrating day to go through, with me being on the edge, wet and horny non stop. The last thing I needed was for him to tease me, and yet, the masochist in me truly loves him being my sadist.What do you want to hump, slut?I sent a picture of my chair handle.Pinch your nipples for me first.Despite me wanting to just go straight to hump and lose my mind in the pleasure, I still obediently spread my legs and placed them on top of the chair handles. I was facing the door, so if anyone was looking for me, and if I didn’t have enough time to cover myself, they would see what a slut I was for Mr S.I’m going to make you ache so badly before I let you hump that chair handle. Understand that? The more you ache, the better.My brain began to shut down. My body was wholeheartedly focusing on my nipples and on every flick of my thumb. The more I teased, the more I ached. Everytime I slowly circled around the nipples, my hips started to hump the air because of how it’s been conditioned to be. I started to associate that with pleasure.Mr S texted right at that exact moment.Hump the air as you do. Tongue out, just let your body hump the air, desperate for some touch. With every thrust of your hips, your cunt will throb now. No satisfying touch, and yet your cunt will react.There he went, using his trigger words on me. I placed my phone in front of me, and recorded myself for his view only. It’s the kind of video that shows my face, and I didn’t want anyone else but him seeing how this whole thing was affecting me.And fuck, the way he responded? The way he was in an awe and praising me and was so pleased with me? Worth every second of being his denied slut.That…probably what led me to feel so sensitive that I could cum simply from teasing my nipples. I told him I wanted to stop. Any seconds now I could cum from nipple play and I didn’t want to cum for now.I’m going to let you hump the chair. But, the second you start, you will ruin your orgasm for me.Oh fuck. He fucking changed his mind. I couldn’t hump anything I want for as much as I wanted now. I ruined in 32 seconds. It wasn’t even much of a humping. It was just me grinded down on the handle and ruined before I could stop myself. I couldn’t feel the satisfaction of humping. I couldn’t feel any pleasure at all. It was all ruined and it was a mortifying thought that I could still ruin for him on command.I sat down on the floor, mind was going blank after the ruin. I wanted to be mad at Mr S for taking that satisfaction away from me but instead I challenged him. If I could hump the chair for 1 minute straight, without any ruins, Mr S will allow me to touch my cunt for 1 whole minute.He was so confident I couldn’t make it to a minute that it only made me wanna prove him wrong so bad. There was no way I would ruin second time around. There was no way I would give up the opportunity to touch myself by ruining….right?…Except, within 23 seconds, I ruined once again. Not much of a grinding… I just sat on the handle, moved for a bit and boom, I fucking ruined again. See, this is the thing with my body and Mr S – it listens more to Mr S’s words than it does to me. Seriously, who owns my body and mind? Is it not my body to control, my mind to hold on to? I guess we all know the answer to that, huh?I’m so proud of your obedience to give up your satisfaction for me.Ah…at the end of the day, I’m really happy that he’s proud of me. I wouldn’t mind doing such things over and over again, if it means I’ll get him to praise me hehehe š„°š„° female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: https://ift.tt/1UWn54n
