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Being denied is not as simple as just allowing the other person to repeatedly bring you to the edge of orgasm, it’s a discipline, an exercise, a skill, a release (or lack thereof), and most of all it’s about the balance of power.
Sex is pleasurable, it is a good feeling to cum. But being denied is euphoric. The state of arousal that follows being denied over and over again can be described no other way, though some may use frustrating. Not everyone can handle this euphoria but those that can wish nothing more than bathe to it.
To have a person in the position as the posts gif shows is just a small example of the intense pleasure one can derive. Just like many pleasurable things in life it is the journey you saviour. Will this man remember, despite it being unquestionably amazing, the 5-10 second orgasm more? Or will he remember the minutes if not hours of constant arousal and teasing as his partner repeats the process ad nauseam? Each edge only makes him more hard, more red, more sensitive, and more in a state of pure bliss and frustration.
Everything else in your life floods away as all you can bring your attention to is your aching, swollen and leaking genitals as they are manipulated to bring you indescribable pleasures without that final release. Some people consider the feeling to be trance-like and it can be quite a hypnotic process, one has a lot of control over their ‘victim’ if they can achieve this.
Allowing someone to bring you to a state akin to that where you are so vulnerable and sensitive is something special and not to be underestimated.
One of the first rules we ever implemented was no panties. Babygirl showed up to our first date with a little black dress on. As I gave her a hug and kiss hello I ran my hands over her hips to see if she was wearing underwear. She was, so I told her to go to the restroom and take them off. She did, and I told her she’s not to wear underwear at all anymore. I always want to be able to just reach my hand up her dress or skirt and feel what belongs to me.
Mmmm. A nice idea for evenings out, to say the least.
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