Just in case you can't tell by the title, this post is NSFW and 18+ only :)
So I'm sitting at my laptop last night, cruising thru Twitter feeds and Facebook posts. Working on world creation for one of my new WIP's. Hubby looks at me (while watching NCIS - *sigh* Mark Harmon) and says 'We'll be going to bed early tonight.'
Um....OK. Are you tired?
Am *I* tired? (LOL)
Ok.....then why are we going to bed early?
Because I don't want it to be 11:00 when I'm done playing with you.
If only I knew what he had up his sleeve.
For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, Orgasm Torture is a BDSM term that means (for a female submissive) continuing stimulation of the clitoris producing multiple orgasms.
So as we hit the witching hour, Hubby enters the bathroom as himself and leaves as EvilDom. I'm still trying to figure out how that happened - he wasn't even wearing a mask!!
Things are progressing as normal, with me getting all hot and heavy and him watching all of my reactions closely. Then, as I hit the big moment he chuckles, and.....continues.
In the meantime he's laid over top of me, holding me immovable from the waist down. By now I'm scrambling, trying to get him off of me, when he commands 'Lie Still.' Holy shit, I can FEEL my eyes dilate as he says that! I freeze and he softly says 'Good girl.' He's let up on the pressure and now is just lightly caressing the tip. And I'm going out of my fucking mind!
Do you have any idea how hard it is to restrain yourself? Cuffs & ropes are lovely, but having to do the opposite of what your body wants to do?? All because of a command? It's almost fucking impossible!!
I'm trembling all over the place, and he's coaxing me on with his words. After about 2 minutes I'm shaking my head back and forth, pleading....I can't take it anymore!!! 'We'll stop when I'm ready.' How can he be so damn nonchalant about this?? I'm writhing in a heady mix of pleasure, slight pain, and anxiety as he just continues to watch and tease me.
Finally, after a few more minutes, and a few more orgasms (lots of KY is the key, here), he finally lets up. The room is now 105 degrees, I can't see through the sweat and hair covering my face, and I've left all of the air from my lungs out at the side of the road somewhere. He kisses me and says 'Oh yeah, I loved that.' I'm still fighting for breath, so I only have enough air for one word. 'Asshole'
He laughs and his eyes twinkle merrily. Then moves on to Act II.
Soooo....now someone in one of my stories is definitely going to have to survive this little gem called 'orgasm torture.' After all, *I* had to. Well, sorta. I'm still shaking almost 24 hours later.
Anyone else ever experience this? Does it sound like something you'd like to try? I'd never considered overwhelming pleasure as a sort of 'torture' before...but holy hell, it was awesome!! Please share your thoughts!