A Trial in Denial
It's the middle of February. It's cold, dark, and we are all still enduring lockdown. It's what seems to be an endless cycle of going without little luxuries. I know that I took them for granted. Used to be I could just walk into a nail salon anytime I wanted. Not now, though. Eat out in a Restaurant? If you wanna play Russian Roulette. So in the spirit of going without, I thought I would talk about a session I designed as an Ode to Denial.
To be denied, deprived; for some it drives them wild. Tease and Denial, then rebuked and reviled. The Theme for the Day, the mantra he must say: "I can See but I may not touch." Dumb little fuck. He wants Me So much. But that's just too bad. I don't care if he's Sad. Let him see My Stairway to Heaven, but straight to Hell is where he's heading. Knock him down a peg or two; Taunt him until he's feeling Blue.
Let's imagine, for the sake of Erotic fiction, that my submissive slave is tall, dark and Handsome. He isn't, but we can pretend. 😜 Picture your favorite pair of eyes, softened by misery, dripping tears for the world to see. I don't have to pretend that he is devoted to Me. He will do what I say without question, poor fool. He's in for a rough ride this time around. He can see but not touch. Exist in My Aura but not immerse in My Passion. Shelter under My Tree but not taste of My Fruit. It's a Denial, Denial Denial!
The poor dear arrived promptly at 7:00. I dragged him into my playroom and threw him onto the floor. I ordered him to strip down and assume the position. Y'all know the Protocol. Then it's onto the bed where I sat on his head. Not really. I hovered just above where he couldn't feel My Love. He could drown in a dream but he can't have such things. My love's not for him. He can Never win. So it begins. The Mockery, the Savagery. This is now his Destiny.
I taunted him like this but then it got worse. Remember please, this is what he wanted and he could stop me at any point in time. It only takes one word. But as of yet, I have not heard it. So on and on I go. Humiliation is the flow. Make him feel about two feet tall. Wear that shame just like a shawl. Then I leaned over and really made him hurt. It was time to bust his balls. For him it's like dessert. The more I Whack it the harder I stack it. My riding crop finds the spots that make it grow. The result of insults and intense subjugation ignited through the night with immense Jubilation. He loved it. CBT is his ecstasy! He found himself rock hard, thanks to my regards. So I told him Go! Your free to shoot your load! Make that dick explode. But then when you do, you have to drink your goo. Lick up every drop. Make sure you clean that cock. You're a worthless, petty cuck and in the end you know you suck! Y'all, he adores that shit. Eats up every bit! So that's just what he did. He jizzed and jizzed and jizzed. Let out quite a Scream. Sucked his fingers clean. Then I saw his smile. It made it all worthwhile. He chanted he's my slutty bitch and that's the way I scratched his itch.
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