u/cottontail_twink

i haven’t cum normally since may 4th- my boyfriend has been enjoying it waaaaay too much and it’s gotten me flustered and shakey thinking about how much longer he’s gonna have me wait.

i’ve asked him to cum, but he says no because i’ve “been far too bratty lately”, and even when i’m being a good boy he tells me i can’t cum just for doing what he expects of me- but i keep asking because i keep edging and wanting some release-

but just this week- he had me rub and rub and rub but said i wouldn’t be able to cum and,,, he was right- i rubbed for a solid hour and a half and couldn’t feel anything- we’re into hypno and he mused at how easy my brain is to rewire.

i admitted to him it made me nervous- how the idea of not being able to cum- how it makes me feel a mix of fear and curiosity well up in me. how i’m afraid *he’ll* be too into it i’ll never cum again-

and he told me “you’re just worried you’ll never want to again~” and he’s,,, maybe kinda right- i can’t help but feel so worked up when he knows just how i think or *tells me* what to think.

but i want it to be his idea- aaah i want him to gaslight and manipulate me into chasity- it’s humiliating to admit i’m curious and scary to think i won’t be able to function normally again without denial ><;

but if,,,, *he* tells me it’s the rules and *makes me* wear a cage or belt then i’m not being totally embarrassing- ugh i’d much rather have him just gaslight me until i’m questioning my own thoughts than be vulnerable and admit anything directly 😖🥺

hey there brats! been a bit since i’ve been active here due to the demands of grad school. luckily my semester wraps up next week; unluckily for me adobe has crashed enough times me and my bf have been making jokes about us both clocking in at our respective “everything goes wrong” factories. case and point- one of my final project files corrupted leaving me scrambling from 4am to 3pm yesterday to redo over 50 drawings.

i managed just by the skin of my teeth, and with the adrenaline in my system i was alert and living it up on cloud nine. i texted my bf that my final went well and after getting heaps of attention and praise, he asked if i was home.

i thought he was just worried i’d be staying for another all-nighter on campus so i assured him i was home. turns out, he just wanted an excuse to get flirtier and even pulled out one of my hypno triggers. when i recovered from the *unfair amount of blushing he was putting me through*, i reminded him i know i’m a cute distraction, but shouldn’t he be working instead of making me blush?

“i could, i could… or. we could have a little fun~”

i got my fill teasing him for that. i mean seriously guys, how can he call *me* needy when he’s the one who can’t work without thinking about his hands on me? clearly i’m just too cute that i’ve made him hopelessly weak for me😌 though i guess this simple observation was deemed “sassy” as he put his stern texting voice on, told me to get my remote control toy, put it, and be a good little distraction.

i’ve never felt harder working my toy inside as he told me how to play with my dick. to stroke it like he was there giving me guidance. but after a few minutes stroking, the toy wasn’t doing anything. i was sure he’d just been teasing or gotten caught up with something when suddenly i felt it start moving like it was pin-pointed on my gspot. before i could even try and think he was sending me all the things he knew would turn my head into to complete brainwashed mush for him. i stroked myself through the way the toy made me feel but it wasn’t what made me cum. no.

knowing he was busy with work, but glancing at his phone just to pull me to pieces because he knew he could made me harder than anything. knowing i had this normally composed man desperate for me in his own way. knowing we were doing something that might have him sneak away to the bathroom so he could send me a voice message- those all stacked on top of each other had me cumming me brains out.

he made sure i check i was doing alright afterwards, especially cause he wanted to make sure i wasn’t dealing with more stress after my morning. as i came down from fuzzy headed bliss, he confessed he’d fantasizing about doing that for weeks. and after a long stint of being ldr, and a long week of stress, knowing he spends part of his day thinking about how badly he wants me was such a treat.

sir even said he didn’t want to stop playing with me when he had to go, so i’m very much hoping we can do that again sometime soon. though i’ll have to remind him calling me “desperate” is a stretch when he can’t even be working without fantasizing~