|It's as if, now she knows she has complete control, |
she has just let go and started to enjoy it.
"Ah-ha!" I though. "She's probably forgotten she controls my orgasms." I rather wickedly decided to make her complicit in a longer period of denial. We already had a romantic weekend break planned, which was always going to be a Femdom one. All I had to do was hang on.
So, on Thursday was we drive off to the secluded seaside cottage, I mentioned that I have not had an orgasm for nearly twenty six days.
Xena said, "I know. But you had your chance on Saturday night." Saturday night, she had laughed at me while I squirmed around trying to peg myself.
I added that twenty eight days would be a record for me--I expected to unlock on the Sunday morning and perhaps get off then or in the evening.
Xena laughed. "But that's so near thirty days. Thirty is a nice round number."
My penis went off like an airbag. I squirmed in the passenger seat a vague panic merely fueling my arousal.
Later in the weekend, Xena commented, "How about forty? That's nearer your age." And laughed when I groaned and humped the air.
It's as if, now she knows she has complete control, she has just let go and started to enjoy it. The end result is that I am slightly beyond my comfort zone, trapped by my fetish, and wondering whether tonight I will actually get to come.
Why not introduce some Female Centered Femdom to your relationship?