Kitty’s Denial: Week Three
It’s hard to believe that three weeks ago, I was kneeling in front of my Master, or that I was bound in his ropes, shaking uncontrollably as I came again and again and again while he watched in pleasure and the pride of ownership. It feels like a lifetime ago, and it feels like yesterday.
It’s still hard to believe that the next time I cum may be the next time I kneel in front of him – or not. He might choose just to use and continue to deny me. I wish I knew when that next time would be. Part of denial for me is a deep need to be used, even if I know there will be no pleasure. I want to feel ropes cut into my body, the crack of leather across my ass, the moan of desperate pleasure from my own throat as he brushes a finger through his swollen cunt lips.
I’m on familiar territory right now. The ache, the swelling in his clit, the tightness of his hole. The knowledge that at almost any time, with the slightest mental stimulation, I could reach between my legs, part my slit, and feel a trace of slick wetness. Within another week, two at the most, depending on how much he edges me, that wetness will be almost constant, whether I’m thinking sexy thoughts or not. Soon after that, I’ll almost be able to feel his swollen clit brush against his cunt lips as I walk.
Right now, the need to cum is still sharp, my body hoping for that pleasure. This is about the time, when I’m allowed to ask for an orgasm, that I’d begin begging him for that honor. I don’t like cumming too often, it makes the feeling cheap. I much prefer cumming a lot in a row, less often. Two weeks, pushing into the third, is about when I start needing it enough to beg.
This time there is no begging. Soon the need to cum will become a constant. It doesn’t go away, far from it, but the build becomes less steep. I want to cum, but my body also becomes used to the needing to cum. But he continues to push, and eventually, the need to cum overrides everything else, and I will offer him anything.
I’ve finally not only come to peace with not being able to cum again until next year, unless he chooses to release me early, I’ve begun to truly enjoy it. I’m in such a place of submissive, owned peace, knowing that this is truly out of my hands, truly beyond my will.
I know he’s going to push me. I know that this will go far beyond any denial has before. And that is what scares me. And that is what excites me.
I am Master Buddha’s Kitty. He can do whatever he wants with me. He owns this cunt, and he owns its pleasure. It is his cunt to deny. It is his cunt.
It has been 20 days since I last came.
I have edged his cunt with a vibrator each morning for 10 minutes
I have edged his cunt an extra 5 minutes each day, somewhere outside of the safety of my room.
I spent Tuesday with Ben-Wa balls in his hole, and the entire day in a skirt and tights, no panties. Driving home that night, he had me edge his hole with a “found object” (my lightning charger) - a 20-minute ride.
On Wednesday, I spent 15 minutes in my car, edging with a vibe on his clit, while begging and moaning for his pleasure over the phone..
Thursday, I spent another 20 minutes on the phone with him, edging with my vibe and the glass dildo, begging not to be allowed to cum. The rest of my day was spent with a crotch rope knotted over his clit, pulled deep against the bare skin of his cunt.
Saturday, his cunt was filled again with Ben-Wa balls for the day, this time with a small anal plug teasing both of his holes at once.
This week: 145 minutes (2 hours and 25 minutes) of edging total.
5 hours, 55 minutes of edging since Pet last came.