Anyone suffer from this?
He has sort of cranked me up over the last week – wound me up and teased, tortured and used me at every opportunity whilst denying me even the merest hint of an orgasm.
Well, now he’s satisfied my need and I feel…empty? Maybe that’s not exactly the right word but it’s hard to explain. I look back at all my fevered postsand wonder how I had the nerve! But now I just feel…well…empty.
I miss my frantic frustration. I miss the way I looked at the world through cock shaped glasses and I miss that wonderful, breathless fluttering that I had almost constantly in my stomach - not to mention that persistent throbbing elsewhere.
It happens every time he puts me through this, but I really think I’m beginning to get more of a thrill out of the frustration than I do the release!! I think that might be what he wants me to feel. The subject of total abstinence seems to have been mentioned far too much of late. Is it really possible to train your mind and body to do without the release of an orgasm whilst constantly living on the edge of one? Does anyone have any (further down the line) knowledge of this? I’m not sure I want to end up being led somewhere that I can’t come back from.
Any thoughts?