hornydeniedgirl:

Ooh look how swollen her pussy is! I wonder how much denial did that take.

Struggle all you want. You really aren’t going to get far.

“You are permitted to cum but only like this. We don’t want you getting spoiled do we?”

cumdenyher:

This young lady reminds me of one of the first times I started controlling when someone could cum. Her boyfriend was going to a school in the next state over. Somehow she came up with the idea in her own head that if only he made her cum it would be alright if we messed around a little…not to play psychologist but I think she needed to play at being a tad dangerous in her first year at school.

Of course, I loved making women cum so my first attempts with her I tried really hard to convince her that she should let me push her over the edge. I failed. But it made me really think…what was so bad about her not cumming? Maybe in trying to convince her to let me make her cum I was giving her what she wanted and it would always be easy to resist.

So next time, I tried slowing down and instead of trying to make her cum, I imagined I was holding her back from cumming. It was simply a different state of mind for me, but it had a profound effect on her. One single session like that and she melted, I could tell without words that she was quickly changing her mind. I liked this turn of events; it felt like now I was calling the shots and not her which appealed to the dominate in me.

So for almost a full two months before Christmas break I kept that same mindset: I’m going to tease her but not let her cum. It took her less than two weeks to break down. We fool around one afternoon and I’d was profoundly enjoying teasing her after she had sucked me off already. I brought her close at least 4-5 times, but this time she asked me to make her cum. I acted surprised saying “I’m not sure I should” being as earnest as I could. I left it at that and she seemed to think better of it.

The next 2-3 times we were together the same thing happened. Given enough teasing she asked to cum, and it was getting more and more desperate sounding. “I couldn’t do that to you in the heat of the moment…its not what you said you wanted” I told her after one particularly desperate sounding moment.

I explained that she had asked me not to make her cum, and that I wouldn’t break that trust that in the heat of the moment. In that moment I could see the frustration in her eyes and it was adorable. She went home and almost seemed to pout…

Soon she was back and she thanked me: I was right, had she cum in that moment she would have regretted it. 25 minutes later she was asking again for me to make her cum yet again and I said no…and again later she thanked me.

Then on one trip to her dorm room about a month in, I asked her where her vibrator was, so I could use it on her. She had confessed that sometimes after we played around she’d go back and make herself cum. I teased her with the vibrator and she begged to cum quickly. Even asking me to just let her make herself cum with the vibrator while I watched. Again I said “no, be both know that would be crossing the line.”

Then I left, and in a flash of evil genius I stole the vibrator. Just popped it in my book-bag unwashed when she was looking the other way. I called her not 10 minutes after and confessed what I had done once I got back to my own dorm room. If I was going to get her to break down and ask me to make her cum I didn’t want her cuming on her own so easily. “I almost didn’t answer the phone because I was looking for it” she said, pausing as she realized that she was confessing to me that she was looking for, what I now knew, was one of her favorite ways to get off. “What can I do to get it back?” she said in her most sultry voice.

So clearly she thought I’d ask for a blow job or some other sexual favor in exchange for its return. Nope. Not so easy. “I think that since I’m doing such a good job at making sure you don’t cum, that I should keep a watch on it for you” I said as the thought had just occurred to me…”but any time you’d like to come and visit it, let me know!”

She pouted. She loved it. She would tell me she wanted to setup “a visit” which started happening every other day at least. Sometimes I made her strip down and just teased her with the vibrator without even taking my clothes off. Even though I didn’t get my rocks off in those visits, sometimes I enjoyed them the most. I was drunk with power.

It was during a call to arranging one of these visits where she told me she hadn’t cum in a while. “How long,” I asked.

“Like two weeks?” I swear I could hear her blush over the phone. “Since you stole my vibrator.” This confession seemed to give her courage, “I want you to make me cum.”

By this time it was dead week. She spent all day cuming in my dorm room. Fuck, she spent all week cuming practically. When we weren’t studying with other people, we were fucking and she was cuming around my cock with vice like contractions. I couldn’t have studied with her in the same room. I’d of never been focused. I’m surprised either of us studied at all really.

When we parted ways at the end of the term I knew she was going to be traveling to England with her boyfriend for study overseas. It was the reason why she hadn’t broken up with him I suspected. He was a family friend and they’d be living together in England. A breakup would have screwed everything up. I wrapped up her vibrator and gave it back to her on our last day. 

I did have her email address, but the only phone numbers I had for her was at her old dorm room and her parents house. I couldn’t very well call stalk her there. We exchanged two emails before she stopped responding. I’m not ashamed to say I sent at least 10 messages that I never heard back from. That was over 15 years ago. 

It was one of those moments in life that you realize taught you something amazing. I’ll always be grateful to her for that, and for some of the best sex of my life. Hmmmm, deadweek.