30 days without a single touch
debaucherycat: Yep. I spend a full month without touching my pussy. And it’s been a loooong month for me. Worst of all – this denial is not over yet.
But first things first. Did I enjoy it? Immensely. I was obscenely horny for days on end. There were moments when I was not in the mood. But those were few, and I guess that was mostly influenced by hormones.
We had way more sex than before. And I don’t mean a bit more, but twice or trice more. We talked a lot. We shared fantasies and made them come true. Well, some of them, that is. Others are either too complicated or too dirty. For now. I’ve got fucked hard and wild in all the best ways. And I didn’t get a single orgasm.
It did things to me. To my mind. And body. I’ve never been this submissive. Not ever in my life. I’ve never even imagined that the idea of devoting all my sex life to someone else’s pleasure could seem so hot for me. It does now. I can’t stop thinking about being made to serve as a mere fucktoy for the rest of my life. If that’s not fucked up, I don’t know what is.
The only way I am allowed to stimulate myself now is by playing with my ass and nipples. I did a lot of that. I’d watch some porn, then stand in front of the mirror, my pants pushed down and shirt up, rubbing my nipples and pushing fingers into my dirty hole. Ah, the humiliation of it… And the feeling of hot pulse in the drippy denied pussy…
Do I miss touching? Desperately so. Most of all, I miss His tongue on my clit. I’d give almost anything for it by now.
Will I go back to the previous routine of daily edging and weekly orgasms? Not likely. At least, I hope He will not allow me to. I enjoy not having control over my pleasure way too much. And, I dare say, he enjoys me like this even more. I’m going to ask for a single change, though. I want Him to touch my pussy again. For as much and as often as He decides. And in a way He decides.
So, wish me luck. It is a difficult journey, fucking myself up like that.
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