femaleteaseanddenial:

Six months into her denial, I put her on no-touch for a week.

After so long being edged and teased daily, no-touch drove her utterly insane. By the fourth day, she was pleading for any kind of stimulation. An edge, a few thrusts of my cock, a single touch, anything. The ache, she said, was so much worse when she couldn’t rub herself at all.

Alright, I told her, I could be kind. A friend of mine was coming over that afternoon to hang out, have a few beers, maybe catch the game. She could touch as much as she wanted, tease, grind, edge, anything short of an orgasm. But it had to be in the living room and it could only be while my company was over. It would be her choice how much she played or if she even played at all.

She opened her mouth to object, her face already turning a deep shade of red, but I stopped her. It was that or nothing. She’d have to choose: her dignity or her cunt.

The second my friend sat down, her fingers were in her panties and she was panting and moaning like the bitch in heat she was. All afternoon, she put on a nasty show for my friend, deepening her frustration, growing her need, showing him how a filthy, denial slut edges herself dumb.

It had never really been a choice for her at all. That dripping cunt was the only thing she ever thought with.