This denial game has been driving me nuts. Both in good and bad ways.Of course, I enjoy obeying Sir.And the denial and edging has led me to so much fun – I’ve gotten to delve deeper into my fantasies and desires than normal. That driving force, that need, that passion… It’s instantaneous when he touches me.And he knows I yearn for it. He sees it in my eyes when he looks down at me.He knows if he held out his arm, or his leg, I’d gladly sit there and hump it until I was dripping juices all over him, chuckling as he forces me to beg for release, only to ultimately refuse it… but teasing me first with his fake consideration, knowing it will drive me wild.He could even hold out a finger and I’d fuck it until he was satisfied, lick up the juices dripping from my cunt onto the floor for Him.Even as I write this, I’m still rubbing this desperate cunt. And Sir is loving every fucking second of it. Drinking it in like it was his Aberlour ;)Lately every time I edge, it takes forever to come down from it. Even 1 touch could bring me over the edge. I struggle, because I want to continue touching myself, feeling that pleasure, spurring it on. Just stopping when you’re that turned on is tough. It doesn’t get to end with that satisfying orgasm. You have to stop, come down from it, instead.That struggle is all the more delicious to Sir. He WANTS me to struggle.The point of this denial is to test my obedience. Of course, he’d still be pleased if I fucked up and he got to punish me, but honestly he wouldn’t even have to punish me. The guilt alone would be punishment enough.I much prefer obedience to Sir over cumming freely.At the end of the day, I feel that Sir does this to showcase and revel in my obedience to him. And that’s what matters 🙂 female orgasm denial Get your own Orgasm Control toys: For men: http://www.amzn.to/1V6XQvv For women: http://ift.tt/1UWn54n