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So, for those who were following my antics before, we were using hypnosis to keep me from being able to orgasm. After some discussion, he decided he likes it better when I have to resist the urge myself. I figure it's because that way he gets to punish me when I slip.

...back to the agonizing aching needy place. And I couldn't be more excited! I haven't posted in a while because there hasn't been much to post about. Unfortunately, my husband's winter schedule shifts his bedtime away from mine. He's on call from 12 a.m. to 12 p.m., so he goes to bed early - usually by 6:30 every night. So our "together" time is pretty limited.

We have still been actively using denial, but it's less intense when we don't have as much time together. However, the other night he found a way around that.

The site is back up...YEAH!!

Now I can wish all my pagan friends a blessed Samhain, and Happy Halloween to the other faiths. Yes, this leads into my newest denial experience.

Since Samhain/Halloween (Oct. 31) is the "end" of the pagan year in the calendar I follow, I timed the new denial phase with November 1st. (Makes it easier for me to remember how long I've been denied...LOL)

SO... I/we took the leap.

So the day finally came...and so did I...LOL!

Sunday night he made me orgasm, repeatedly. Lucky me!

My first love is bondage, although denial in bondage is even better. Orgasm in bondage is great too. He tied me. My leg bent at the knee, the rope wrapped tightly around my left ankle, passed under my right leg and tied to my right wrist. The same arrangement for my right ankle and left wrist. I couldn't extend my legs because my arms were already extended and tied with a short length.

He's home!! And back to teasing me mercilessly. Last night was a serious tease session. He tormented me with his hands, tongue, and the bamboo back scratcher again. I tried my hardest to get him off with a blow job last night, but that wasn't to be. I want to cum so badly!! I tried, and of course he offered for me to cum...evil bastard...knowing I can't. That part he really enjoys.

"Are you close?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm right on the edge. I want to cum, please."

He just smiled that evil grin that he has.

Day 29 of denial, day 4 of no touch:

There is a passage in a John Norman Gor book that was on my mind today, and more or less describes my experience. I don't recall which book, but the narration talks about how a slave views her surroundings differently than would a free woman. Where a free woman might see a normal room, a slave sees places and objects she might be tied to, thrown against, taken over.

So, he's off...gone for the week for work. So, it will now be at least 30 days. And, since he read my post, at least I'm assuming that's why...I'm on no touch.

He teased me to distraction last night. He had me laying on my back with my legs spread, knees bent. He toyed with my clit until I was begging, and couldn't keep my legs open. Then he began slapping my pussy, moderately hard. Next he switched to the bamboo back scratcher. OUCH! but WOW!

He was driving me crazy. Of course I was returning the favor by swallowing his cock, repeatedly. Mmmm...it was great!

"Go get cleaned up," he said to me. "Yes, sweetheart."

Off to the shower I went, and he joined me in the bathroom. I was ready to step into the shower when he smacked my right ass cheek - hard. He kept advancing on me, sort of forcing me toward the wall a the end of the shower, and cracked me across the left cheek twice. Of course it had the desired effect of making me more aroused.

3 weeks...makes is sound easier to bear than 21 days...I think...

I'm so horny that his slightest touch makes me shake. Every night is filled with teasing of some kind, mainly because, as Mongojerry said, everything becomes eroticized, sexualized.

Last night he paid particular attention to teasing. I am very tired lately, and was truly planning to head to bed early for extra sleep...well, that wasn't his plan.

The rope encircled my ankles and knees. The vibrator held trapped between my bound legs. My arms bound, unable to reach the tormentor to adjust the angle, touch, or speed. I was so wet that the vibrator slid every time I got the head of the vibrator on the right spot. He let me writhe like that, teasing my nipples. He asked me if I wanted to cum, and I responded with a whispered "yes."

"Get close. I give you permission, if you can," he said.

I tried..OH how I tried...

And I got to the edge. "Please," I begged.

"No. You don't get to cum now."