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Project Denial: A Birthday Present

It's my birthday weekend, and I need to feel her cum around my cock. I want to emphasize that I'm not going to let her cum for her, but so I can enjoy the feeling of it. It's for me. More on this at the end.

I am having a great Daddy Dom birthday doing fun Daddy Dom things, getting fancy new leather shoes (they smell amazing!), and having drinks and a cigar in the backyard… All happy place stuff. My wife is being so subby. Waiting on me. Dressing in a tight tee with no bra and short shorts with no panties. Pausing next to me so I can grope her in front of our neighbors doing neighbor things. I'm not the only one being turned on by this activity. She's on edge, openly moaning when I grope and kiss and talk dirty. At one point, she requests to put panties on because she is going to soak through her shorts. That request is, of course, denied. I wonder aloud if any eagle-eyed neighbors saw the wet spot, and that makes matters worse.

I can barely make it through dinner. In fact, if it were not a meal of birthday tacos, I would not have. We finish and I can not wait to unwrap my present. I tell her to go up to bed, and that there will be no messing around tonight. I need to take my cunt immediately. My blunt words hit her hard. She dumbly nods as she walks upstairs.

I don't tell her that she will be allowed to cum. Why? Because I want her to keep fighting against her animal urge to do so. I want her to think she is going to have to take another unrestrained pounding and somehow not cum. Although I'm so proud of her for lasting this long, again, this is not her reward.

I walk into our bedroom, and she is in the expected position, on the bed, on all fours. My clothes come off, my cock bouncing as I walk. God, I'm so fucking turned on. I unceremoniously and roughly enter her. She is soaked to the point that I smell her the moment I enter her. I'm balls deep after just three or four strokes. One hand on her hip and another pulling her up on her knees by her hair, I pound her. I keep this up for a while. She has already started grunting with each thrust, a sign that her struggles against her body have begun.

Perfect.

I pull out and push her over in one motion, flipping her on her back like she's a lifeless doll. I really like fucking her from behind because there is so much I can do to her with my hands, but I need to see her face for this. I enter her again and put my hand around her throat as I ream her.

"Daddy… God daddy I'm cl…"

The rest of her warning that she is already close to cumming is cut off as I squeeze her neck. Her eyes roll back as the cum almost overtakes her, but she fights back and puts her hand on my wrist, the signal to let her breathe.

"Uuugggg god," she croaks out.

"Daddy I'm close I don't know if I can stop if you don't stop god Daddy fuck."

I say nothing, look into her eyes, and fuck her more. I change my rhythm from frantic to slower, pulling out and going back in firm and deep.

"I'm sorry [my name], but I can't, I can't stop it, I can't please Daddy."

I change my rhythm again. I'm balls deep in her, grinding, so she can feel every millimeter of the cock that owns her.

"Cum on my cock. Cum. I need to feel it. Cum on me. It will get me off so hard for you to cum. Cum on me you fucking whore. Cum."

Her eyes get really wide, then close. For the first time in over a month her defenses lower. Her cunt clenches on me and she cums for the first time in weeks. It is big, but mostly just a pressure release.

"You can do better than that." It comes out in a mocking tone.

I resume pounding her hard; she bucks against my thrusts into her cum sensitive cunt, but she still takes me. Takes the pounding I'm giving her. Takes all of it.

This one, this orgasm, this is the motherfucker I want. Her back arches and mouth gapes opens. My cock blocks most of the squirt that is pushed around my dick and back into her. Her eyes roll back, but she is kept conscious by a sharp slap across her face.

I fuck her all night, taking what is mine again and again. Making her my little dumb cum machine again. Filling her with my own. Breeding her and fucking the cum deep into her.

Happy birthday to me.

So, I almost named this post "her release." But that didn't feel right because I do not think it was fully about her having a release. Partly, yes, but not fully. Not even mostly. Over this month plus, I have truly rewired her. I didn't know I would, but I leaned into it once I realized I was. We both did. You see, her body needed to cum. Her clit and cunt and womb and whatever else is connected to the animal instincts that make a woman orgasm, that part of her needed to cum. But her brain, her submissiveness, her being, that part of her was and is perfectly satisfied with edging or cumming, as long as it is what I want. She gets off on pleasing me. That is what this little project in denial has taught me. It's not just that I own her orgasms as I thought in the beginning; it's that I fucking own her pleasure. It's what she meant in the past experience when she said: "Your pleasure is my pleasure, Daddy." And fucking fuck, that is so hot to me.

I want to push her more on the denial front, but for these next few weeks, I'm going to make her cum so much that she will fucking break.

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Project Denial: Night Needs

It's the middle of the night, and I wake up hard and needy. I immediately move to satisfy myself using my sleeping sub-wife. I've done this so many times the movements are automatic. Like muscle memory. I lube myself, effortlessly toss her onto her belly, move over her, and begin to work myself into her warmth. Sometimes when I do this, which is often, she cums before she even knows what is happening. 

Oh, wait... She cums... Right... My sleep fuzziness clears enough to remember that I've been edging/denying her, and she hasn't cum for well over a week. This will almost surely be the end of that. I briefly pause, pressing into her pussy, to consider. Then I take what's mine. I don't fucking care. I need this hole, like this, right now. 

She wakes with a start and a loud moan. I pull her head back by her hair to hear her better, to have unfettered access to the sounds of her being used before she is aware of where she is. Who she is. 

I grind into her until I'm buried. I don't pound, but rather move so I'm 1/4 of the way out, then I go back in. Slowly, with a firm push at the very end. I want to feel her on my thickness. Feel the bottom of her. Her moans have turned to grunts as her brain regains awareness, then lets it slip away again, reducing her to a Daddy's pleasure toy. Again.

My arm shifts from pulling her back to pushing her head into the pillow, putting much of my weight on the back of her head. I do my best to make my body a wave cresting at her hole. I'm going faster, but still so deep. The feeling is too good. Her muffled cries are in the background as I focus on the feeling of her on me. Her insides wrapped around me. My pace, and her sopping wetness, allow me to go on for a long time. 

I cum, hard. I fill her. I can't stop. I fill her again. 

I stayed in her a while before rolling off, putting my hand possessively on her ass cheek. Feeling the lube and the sweat. Rational thought returns and I realize the accomplishment. 

"Good girl for not cumming; I can't believe you made it." 

"Your pleasure is my pleasure, Daddy."

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Project Denial: Kitchen Use

The denial of my subby wife has been going for a week now, and it's been fun. Last night, we finished dinner, and she was starting to wash the dishes. I will often grope, manhandle, and otherwise use her when she is in that compromising position. I'm not sure what it is, exactly. Probably the fact that she's half bent over, and her ass is right there for the taking. And let's be honest, the servitude vibe of the whole thing is pretty hot. 

Without a word, I pressed into her from behind, my hardening cock pressing into her ass crack. With one arm, I put her in a loose headlock and pulled her close, now pinned between the counter and my body. My other hand reached down and easily slid into her cvnt. My cvnt. Did I mention how she's been pretty much permanently wet for me this week? She has been, wet, desperate, and needy. She offered no resistance. 

"I'm going to finger you until you are on the edge. You have to tell me to stop. You do not have permission to cum." 

"Oh god."

"What?" 

" Fuck Daddy... sorry Daddy, yes Dad." 

The last time I wrote that I was touching and fucking her differently, but this time I touched her how I usually do. I fingered her without restraint. 

Roughly. 

Noisily. 

Double fingers alternating from fucking her cvnt to her clit. Our kitchen was filled with her grunts as I felt her ass jiggle on my now hard cock. I closed my headlock and flexed my bicep, choking her enough to notice a change in the tone of her moans. Before too long, she had arrived at the edge and was about to go over. 

"Daddy, I can't. No more I can't I'm going to cum please..." 

I stopped, leaving left my hand pressed against her pussy. I growled into her ear:

"This feeling right now, the feeling you are having right now. Right now. The frustrated want, the fighting against your body. That's your new pleasure. That's what I want and what you fucking crave now. You are fucking rewired now." 

I held her there for a while, getting off on the heat of her cunt and the sounds of the exertion from holding back the orgasm straining to get out. Fuck, I wish I was a better writer so I could capture how truly hot it was, how Dom I felt with her in my arms as she tried to not disintegrate. 

I released her from my hold and guided her to her knees by her hair, following my lead like a brainless ragdoll. She took out my dick and, opening her mouth, moved to service me. I pulled her head back slightly by her hair. A signal rather than a punishment. 

"Hands." 

It took a moment for her overwhelmed brain to process, but eventually she took me in both hands and jerked. Her moans and whimpers sounded as though I was fucking her rather than her jerking me off. I spit on my cock so she could use it as lube as she softly mumbled "please, please" over and over. 

I came so fucking hard, all over her face and the cleavage peeking from her shirt. She jerked until the spasms stopped. I wiped the remaining cum off my cock using a dry patch on her cheek. I sat down and tuned back to her. 

"Clean my dishes before cleaning yourself." 

She audibly moaned, then did as she was told. I'm pretty sure we both shared the same smirk.

"Good girl." 

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Project Denial: The First Test

It’s been a couple days since I told subby wifey that I would be transforming her into an edged out dumb-dumb. These days have been spent doing a lot of teasing, a lot of dirty post forwarding, even more groping than usual, etc. The level at which I've made her addicted to cumming over the years has started to truly come to light. She's been distracted, craving my touch, and absently rubbing her thighs together. Being denied the ability to release has taken a toll just after two days and with relatively low-level play. Insert evil hands tent here. 

Yesterday, I made things a little more real.  

She has always been my free-use slut, and when I told her not to make any plans for the day she knew what was up. I left her mostly alone at first, but the groping and casual dirty talk were definitely elevated. After we finished eating dinner, I pulled her off of her chair, put her on her knees, and fucked her throat slowly, possessively. I laid out her night for her in a business-like manner. 

“You will service me for the rest of tonight, babygirl, then I’m going to take you to bed and show you what it feels like to be edged out. At no point are you allowed to cum. Understood?” 

There was a bubbly muffled sound that I have learned to take for a yes. After enjoying her wet, warm mouth for a while, I stopped. Stripping her to just her tank and panties, I moved us both to our TV room. She spent the next few hours on her knees between my legs cock warming me with her mouth as I watched basketball and numbed my own edge by sipping bourbon. I wanted to cum, but not yet, and not in this particular hole. 

Eventually, I guided her to the bedroom by a handful of hair and laid her on her belly. Removing her panties, I pointed out how they were completely soaked through. Each touch of her cvnt and clit was like sending a bolt of electricity through her body. Even though I told her at the beginning of this experiment I would not change the way I touch or fuck her, I had to adapt. She was such a desperate mess at this point I knew I could not use her anywhere remotely like I normally do or she would explode. She will have to learn how to hold back, but I also did not want her to fail the trial so soon. I might be a Dom denying her pleasure for my own, but I'm not a complete asshole. 

The next hour or so was what I can only describe as a dance on the edge. I mostly played with her mouth, hair, tits and ass. She had to fight off multiple orgasms through nipple stimulation, ass stimulation, and spanking. I told her what a good girl she is for not cumming, but also what a fucking whore she is for being so desperate to cum with every touch. I know her so well I was able to stop just shy of pushing her over, but she was right there on the edge the entire time.  

I rolled her over to missionary and without a word slipped into her. She was so fucking wet, so swollen and hot. A needy, animalistic grunt escaped her. I fucked her slowly and deeply while looking her in the eyes and repeating:

“No.” 

“You do not have permission.” 

“Daddy’s pleasure is all you need.” 

“No sweetie. No.” 

I dumped a load into her as a reward for not cumming. My cock covered in her cream, I fucked her tits until hard again, and came on her face. One of many cums that night painted on her pretty face. Over and over. To humiliate and remind. 

"Dom can cum as much as I want. In your cvnt, on your pretty face. Enough to cover you until I'm empty and satisfied. Babygirl has to hold it in. It's so hard, isn't it? You will learn the only pleasure you need is being my edged cum rag." 

All the while, I kept her tortured and on the edge. She was an empty headed drooling mess even when she serviced me watching basketball, but after the edging, denial, and humiliation, she was completely gooned out. 

She made it through this session. I’m very, very proud of my good girl, but she will have to fight through even more next time. This is just starting.

[chimasterwrites]

Project Denial: Preface

Experimentation in the context of ownership is such an enjoyable exercise. Some background: when my future wife/sub and I first became sexual, it was hard for her to cum. She always had a hard time cumming vaginally, and her past relationships focused on orgasms to the point of making them generally stressful. Much of our training over the years focused on making her feel safe, teaching and learning different stimulation methods, and allowing her space to discover her ability to have vaginal orgasms. She is now incredibly orgasmic, while at the same time controlling it enough to ask permission and give me complete ownership of her cums. It's to the point where my primary mode of torture is to overwhelm her with orgasms. In other words, she's my perfect cum slvt.

So, now would be a good time to start an experiment. 

I joined her in the shower this morning, a regular weekday occurrence as I often like to send her to work leaking, as a reminder. But this morning’s visit had an additional purpose. As I entered her from behind and slowly fucked my property, I outlined the experiment, my words coming out through clenched teeth. 

“Sweetie, this will be your last cum for a while. Maybe a long while. You are my little edged-out goon for the foreseeable future.” 

Her moan gave me the only answer I needed. Not that I was asking. 

“Good girl.” 

I varied the speed of my fucking to draw it out. I wanted this cum to be big, so she can feel what she will be missing. Finally, I roughly took her slender throat in one hand and one of her beautiful tits in the other, knowing what that would bring. 

“Dom… May I cum.” She said with such sweet desperation. 

After a pause. “Cum, sub.” 

I relished the feeling of her convulsing on me. Damn, I'm going to miss this, but we all have to make sacrifices for science. 

With that, the denial of a cum whore begins. 

Thanks to @properplace for her wonderful writing, which greatly inspired my new project.

[chimasterwrites]

Remember? 

Having a power exchange relationship online is obviously hard. I can’t reach out and touch you, kiss you, fuck you. But, it can still be so, so intense…

Do you remember when we first met? Daddy trying to prove that I was not the typical dick-pic-sending, tell-you-to-get-to-your-knees-in-first-three-messages kind of online “Dom” that you had previously dealt with. Sweetie was shy, hiding your desperation to find someone you could trust to explore and show you what your submission was. To draw it out of hiding.

Do you remember when you first called me Daddy? It took me a minute to be comfortable with it. Not wanting to be an old creeper but so wanting to have the role of teacher and Dom. You calling me that when you came certainly changed that. I called you babygirl without even knowing your name. You had found your Daddy, hadn’t you, sweetie? 

Do you remember when I first degraded you? First, really, degraded the fuck out of you? You asked me to, so I knew it was a line I could cross. Cross it I did, with both feet. I was so happy you trusted me enough to want it, and so aroused that I could call you those names. Those amazingly hot names that make you cum from hundreds of miles away. The ones I say to you live or in recordings. The ones you think of as you read this right now. 

Do you remember when I gave you aftercare for the first time? Taught you that you deserve it, need it. You let me wrap my virtual arms around you. Make sure you are safe, that you are ok, that you are still my sweetie. The tone of our voices change, the laughter returns…

Until you need to be reminded once again that you are owned.

[chimasterwrites]

This is the side blog of @chimaster where I post original writing about my ~30 years of being a Dom. These are both new and older stories about my experiences, thoughts, and fantasies.

All are welcome, have fun and be cool.