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***QUICK SUMMARY: Young woman is held in captivity and put through a rigorous program at a medical facility, to prepare her to be delivered as an interactive piece of "living art" to her new owner.***

*~~CHAPTER THREE~~*

So…A long while back I read a piece of erotica in which a girl engaged in some of what I’ve been simply calling “balloon play.” She would lie back in the tub, take the handle off of her hand-held showerhead (leaving just the hose), and put a regular 9” latex balloon over the end of the hose. She’d fill up the balloon, slipping it inside of her pussy when it was just full enough to do so, and then continue to fill it with more and more of the warm water.

Ok, so my Master and I had a 6-7 hour long drive today, and I had a little perversion sneak its way into my head mid-trip, & it will simply not let go...I felt the need to write it down; to get it out of my head & onto paper. I furiously scribbled it down towards the end of the drive, & felt like sharing it with all of you haha *^^* The idea was an expansion of some previous play we've engaged in, which is why I've categorized it as both experience & fantasy...Anywho, enjoy (*^^*')

***QUICK SUMMARY: Young woman is held in captivity and put through a rigorous program at a medical facility, to prepare her to be delivered as an interactive piece of "living art" to her new owner.***

*~~CHAPTER TWO~~*

The dildo smoothly slides into my pussy, then stops as the nurses adjust the angling of the lower half of the bed to lift my hips slightly. They continue fiddling with it until I make the tiniest of noises as it rubs against my G-spot. Satisfied, they lock the bed into position, and the dildo resumes its torture.

So, 1-2 weeks ago, my Master began reading my blog...I knew when it happened, so I didn't find out through what happened afterwards, but I know He definitely read it---as well as some other links that I sent Him---*very* thoroughly...

Earlier this week, we had an absolutely agonizing play session involving penetration denial and clitoral stimulation denial---which I will post in much more detail later ;P---but this post is mostly to share what just happened today...

Has anyone else run into the problem of needing to define the differences between a sexual "addiction," and the effects of repeated orgasm denial/etc? Or, along the same lines, the differences between a VERY very STRONG sex drive (for a woman, at least), and that woman's having a "sexual addiction?"

While reading through various literotica and such on tantalism recently, I came across several old posts involving "penetration denial," and...good god....haha I never really knew how to refer to this type of teasing, other than specifying that it focuses more on a need for touch, rather than simply a need to cum, but I. LOVE. this!

Being sent into a frenzy, trying to hold out as long as I can, but eventually losing all control...dry humping, pressing back against Him, whimpering, begging, pleading to be fucked...

***QUICK SUMMARY: Young woman is held in captivity and put through a rigorous program at a medical facility, to prepare her to be delivered as an interactive piece of "living art" to her new owner.***

Just a lil idea that popped into my head...not sure how far I'm gonna go with it...but anywho, enjoy this little trip into the deranged depths of my mind haha
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Hello all! Finally posting something...I wrote this several days ago in a diary entry, and got permission from my Master to post it here *^^*

Wrote this after being on orgasm denial for 11 days...Currently on day 19, and not going to cum until at least after August 1st, maybe longer...eep....
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Fantasizing again...about You, holding a set of very soft watercolor paintbrushes in one hand, a various assortment of open cups of stimulating lubes on the table before You, alongside a very soft, unused sponge. You place the brushes on the table beside the cups, and look at me....I am also on the table, tightly bound with ropes...You have carefully bound my legs with the knees fully bent, securing my lower legs to each of my thighs. You then secured my knees together with a rope looped behind my head. Once You secure my ankles in a spread position, bound tightly with rope to the table, You take a set of earplugs and carefully set them in each of my ears. You ask me something--reading Your lips, I can see You are asking me if I can hear You. I cannot. You then press me back down against the table, and secure my collar and my knees to the table, keeping me tightly compressed, ropes pressing my legs towards my body, forcing my pussy to press outwards from my pelvis. Seemingly satisfied, You place a kiss on my lips, grin, and place a heavy blindfold over my eyes, adjusting it until You are certain I can see nothing but blackness.