r/Femaleorgasmdenial

Manually stimulating the pussy of a denied sub is a very intimate and sensual way to praise and encourage her behavior. If she has been feeling neglected or needy, if the struggles of denial have left her aching, this is how we tell her that we see her. That we understand. That we are here to tend to what denial has done to her mind and body.

Soft, tender, slow exploration of the varied sensitive landmarks on the vulva can result in intense swelling and engorgement. Blood rushes to the tissues. The pussy becomes fuller, responsive, tender. The geography of her awakens under gentle touch as arousal overwhelms her senses. What was flat becomes full. What was hidden presents itself.

This is the work of recognition.

She is already positioned when we arrive. On her back, completely restrained, bound to the bed. Wrists tied overhead and pinned behind her. Ankles tied, pulled toward her head and apart. She cannot move anything except her pelvis, and even that movement will be limited by the restraints.

She is already wet, as to be expected. Weeks or months of denial have forced her body to produce constantly, and her pussy is dripping with that production. Her clit is already swollen slightly from anticipation. Her hole is slack and ready, glistening with slick.

However, what she feels most intensely now is the eagerness. The need to be touched. The gratitude that we are finally here, hands ready, to tend to her pussy. Her body is waiting. Her eyes follow our hands. She is ready to be explored, slowly, gently, thoroughly.

We begin with the outside.

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First we collect her offering. Our fingertips settle against her pussy and gather the slick she has already produced. She is wet enough that our fingers become coated immediately - the evidence of her denial, of her waiting. We gather more, pressing gently against her hole to draw out more, coating our fingers completely in her slick.

This acknowledgement of her process is everything.

Our slick-coated fingers settle on the outside of her pussy. No opening. No separation. Just the gentle stroke of fingertips over the external surface, slow and deliberate. We follow the natural contours of her vulva, the outer folds. The touch is featherlight, barely contact, just enough for her to feel the sensation.

She moans. Her body has been waiting for this.

We continue the stroking, slow and repetitive. Up and down. Our fingers glide easily now, lubricated by her hole's generosity. The tissues begin to respond. The clit hood swells visibly. The outer labia darken with engorgement as blood rushes to them. Her body is responding under our hands. Her breathing is audible now.

*You're doing so well,* we tell her. *Feel how your body is opening for us. How beautiful and plump your pussy is becoming.*

Minutes pass. We adjust the technique but never the pace—still external, still gentle, but now with soft pressing motions. Our fingers circle both the clit and the top of her labia, the movements loose and wide, then tighter and more focused. We return to the up-and-down stroking. Always slow. Always intentional.

Her hips shift within the restraints. Small movements, seeking more. Her clit is fully presented now, swollen and demanding. The inner surfaces of her labia are beginning to peek out slightly, glistening with her production.

*That's right,* we encourage. *Let your body process the sensation. You're doing so well for me.*

The pleading begins quietly. *Please,* she whispers. *Please, more. Please touch me.*

We continue the same slow, gentle strokes. Building her. Watching her swell. Not rushing toward anything, not chasing, just tending to her arousal with care and patience. Taking inventory of the way her body is devoted to us.

*Soon,* we tell her. *First, I want to see you gushing and swollen with need. To see every part of you open and ready.*

She pleads again, more desperate now. Her pussy is aching ,the tissues full and dark with arousal. The clit stands proud. Her hole drips constantly.

She is ready for deeper work.

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She is watching us intently. Her eyes follow our hands. Her body is trembling slightly with anticipation and need. She has been brought to the edge of arousal and held there, and now she is desperate for more. Her pussy is seeping constantly, the slick pooling, evidence of how much her body wants this. She trusts us completely.

We start to touch her with both hands.

Our fingers settle on either side of her labia. Gently. So gently. We begin to press, slow and deliberate, allowing the tissues to open under the softest pressure. The labia majora yields first, then the labia minora begins to flower. The tissues are plump, dark and glistening, each fold presenting itself as we work.

We are not rushing this. Each tissue deserves attention.

As the labia opens, the clit is revealed fully, standing. Demanding and tender. The hole beneath it is glistening, slack with her slick. We take our time, our fingers exploring the newly revealed geometry with deliberate slowness.

One finger traces vertically along her slit, from the clit down to the hole and back again. The touch is almost a tickle. Her hips respond immediately, seeking more contact.

*You're opening so beautifully,* we tell her. *Look at how swollen you've become. How wet you are for me.*

We gently pinch the tissues between our fingers, the movement slow and sensual. Her slick makes the touch glide. She whimpers. We continue, praising her for how her body asks, for the craving, for the sweetness of her arousal.

*Such abundance out of you. You're doing so well, such a good girl.*

Now, one finger slides inside. Just to the first knuckle. We test the tightness, the internal swelling, the way she clenches around us. We caress that sensitivity with a soft stroking motion before withdrawing.

*Perfect,* we whisper. *Absolutely perfect.*

She is building now. Her pleading has begun. *Please, please, I need more.* We return to the external work—circles, vertical strokes, gentle presses—but we never rush. We are methodical, patient, tending to her need without fulfilling it yet.

*You're getting close,* we tell her. *Can you feel how close you are?*

She nods frantically. We feel her body tightening, approaching the edge.

We slow down. The circles become looser. The strokes become softer. Her pleading intensifies. *No, please, don't stop, please keep going.*

We do keep going, but gently. We bring her back to that edge, hold her there, then ease back again. Building her desperation. Cycling through the approach without letting her over.

Again and again, we bring her close. Again and again, we pull back just enough to deny her the final push.

*You're doing so well,* we encourage. *I can feel how much your pussy needs this exact thing. Hang on my dear. Just a little longer.*

By the fifth time we bring her to the edge, she is sobbing with need. *Please, please, I can't, please let me, I need to come, please.*

This time, we don't ease off.

Our fingers work her in steady, focused circles. Both hands engaged, one on the clit, one spreading the entirety of her open, splaying her folds. We are pushing her now, insistent but still gentle, our touch unwavering. Building her toward the inevitable.

*Come for us,* we tell her. *You've been so patient. Come.*

Her moan rises and she crests. Her entire body goes rigid. The clit hardens completely under our fingers. Her hips buck violently against the restraints.

And we stop.

All contact ceases. Our hands lift away completely.

She falls through the ruin, her pussy clenching on air, the hole contracting and dilating, her body convulsing with the denied orgasm. As she cums, our hands move gently to her legs, stroking softly up and down her thighs in a soothing motion.

*Good girl,* we praise her softly. *Such a good girl. Look at how well you're clenching. That's it baby. Fail for me.*

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She is still trembling when we touch her again. Her frustration is visible—the way her muscles tense, the way she tries to move against the restraints seeking contact that isn't coming. Her pussy is still clenching rhythmically, aftershocks from her ruin.

We let her sit with this for a moment. Then our hands settle gently on her lower belly, soothing, comforting.

*You did so well,* we tell her. *You fell completely apart didn't you?*

She nods, tears at the corners of her eyes from the frustration, from the need. They stay where they are.

*We're going to take you further now,* we tell her softly. *Are you ready?*

She nods again, but her eyes are hopeless.

One hand moves to her pussy. Our fingers gather more of her slick, which has only increased since we've started. We position at her entrance, palm up. We move slowly, deliberately, and slide one finger inside.

Immediately, we feel her clench around us. Her pussy is swollen internally—the tissues full and greedy. We begin to explore gently, a slow curl of the finger to feel the texture, the heat, the wetness. Not rushing anywhere. Just becoming acquainted with the inside of her.

After several moments, our other hand begins to work her clit again—gentle circles, slow and patient.

She begins to moan and pant, hopeful. We give her the sensation she is chasing after

Gradually. We are taking our time.

Minutes pass. The internal exploration continues—small circles pressed against that tender front wall, then slower strokes along her inner surfaces. The clitoral work remains steady but unhurried.

She starts to show signs of climbing. Her breathing quickens slightly. We ease back on the clit work immediately, just barely touching.

*Not yet,* we tell her gently. *You're not ready just yet...*

We resume. Both points of pleasure working in unison. She chases again, hungry, frustrated, desperate. When she approaches the edge again, we stop the clit stimulation but keep the internal finger moving, just gentle pressure, no circles. Enough to keep her engaged but not enough to push her over.

*How does that feel?*

She breathes. *More. Please, more.*

We return to both. Up she climbs. Up and up. When she gets close again, we pull the internal finger out completely this time. Just the clit work continues, light and teasing.

She whimpers. *Come back. Please.*

*I'm here,* we tell her. *I'm right here.*

We slide back inside. This time, two fingers. We find that tender spot again and press firmly, small circles that build her arousal. She moans hard. The clit work resumes at a new pace—faster now, more insistent.

She climbs higher this time before we back off again. We can feel how much wetter she is, how much more swollen internally. She's pulling on our fingers with her walls. More.

She has lost sense of the space. Her pleading is constant. *Please, I need this, please let me come, I can't take anymore.*

We bring her to the peak. This time, we hold her there. Both hands working, internal and external runbing, building her to the absolute pinpoint.

*Go ahead,* we tell her.

She crests. Her voice peaks as her entire body shudders against the restraints. Every muscle locks.

And the clit work stops.

Our fingers remain inside her, perfectly still. We feel her pussy clench hard around them, rhythmically, desperately. Wave after wave as the orgasm rolls through her. She cums on nothing but the feeling of our fingers held deep inside, unmoving, letting her own body do all the work of the pleasure and the denial simultaneously.

She cries out, the sound breaking and raw. Half whimper, half bliss.

We watch the intensity subside, we stroke her naked body gently. Then we move to release her. Our hands work at the restraints - wrists first, then ankles. Gentle and tender.

The moment she is free, we gather her into our arms. Our hands hold her, caress her, pet her softly as she comes down from the intensity.

*You were extraordinary,* we tell her, our voice warm and full of affection. *Look at you. Your pussy is absolutely perfect. It's so obedient and delicate. So wet, so soft.*

We continue holding her, stroking her arms, her hair. Our fingers trace gently along her skin.

*Your commitment to this,* we tell her. *The way you stayed with us through every moment. That took real discipline. I'm so proud of you.*

She rests against us, panting and shaking, the electricity in her muscles discharging, coming down slowly. We hold her. We pet her. We affirm her with touch and words.

She will thank us and promise us that she will be our good denied little slut for a long time to come. She always promises.

Remember to praise and encourage your good girls. They work hard during their journey and the work needs to be witnessed and rewarded. This is the intimacy of denial—the care wrapped around the cruelty, the tenderness that makes the breaking bearable, the affection that transforms and transcends the ruination into something sacred.

After three weeks of denial, all I can do is drip and squirm and embarrass myself for you. Fuck. It was so fucking hard not to cum, I’m a complete mess after recording this and blushing so fucking hard at how many of you are going to hear what a pathetic little fucking mess I am.

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Can you cum? Every human being has the ability to cum. Oh!! You meant do you have my permission to cum? Of course not sweetie!! Just because you are capable of doing something doesn't mean you do it. I mean you are also able to walk naked out of your house and show your wet dripping desperate pussy to the world like the slut you are but you don't do that, do you?? So no you don't have permission to cum.

Oh look at you beg. Haha. I love seeing you beg. Seeing you beg for something you can do right now. You can just touch yourself and rub yourself to orgasms. Can't you?? Hahaha. But you don't. Because you made a choice. To give up control over it. To give up control over something that was freely, truly and completely yours. To surrender your yourself. You begged for this denial. You wanted the rules. You wanted someone else to have the final word. You willingly locked up your free will, your control over yourself and gave away the key. And now you are begging for permission. So pathetic and laughable. Hahahaha. You are begging for something you can still do. And the funniest part isn't that you're begging.The funniest part is that you were the one who asked to become the person who would beg. Because you are still making the choice to stay this way. Every second of your life that you stay wet, desperate, horny and denied, you are choosing to stay that way. You are still choosing to surrender the control. And I love to see you this way.

I love it because every time you follow my rules, my orders and my wishes, you are choosing my pleasure above yours. And it gives me immense pleasure to keep you denied. To keep you a wet, horny, desperate and ever ready mess for me. To tease you till you forget about cumming, you just wish you would be edged. So you beg to be edged. And then to edge you till you are out of your mind, begging, promising me anything and everything only for relief once. Forgetting that you already surrendered everything to me. You don't have anything to bargain with. And I remind how you begged for this. For this very edge is what you were craving only some time ago. I am only giving you what u begged for. Now you are begging for relief. No sweetie, this won't do. You are a good girl. And good girls take what's given to them with gratitude. Thank Me for giving you what you wanted and needed. Good Girl!! Let's do it some more.

I'm just getting into this with my partner. It isn't the first time we've tried, but we've always failed. I've tried many times by edging her, sometimes for long periods, but if she didn't eventually finish, she would feel frustrated, and that frustration would turn into anger.

Recently, while talking about how I would like to try it again, I came up with the idea of proposing that one of the new rules would be that neither she nor I would stimulate her clitoris, and that she would be there solely for my pleasure.

Magically, since that day we've had sex every day, sometimes even twice a day (which would have been unthinkable in our relationship, considering we have two small children, etc., and sex had been declining or had almost completely disappeared).

Suddenly, every night she is willing and eager to be used. We've done some roleplay where I make her say things like, "Thank you for using me," etc.

At this point, and being a newbie to all of this, I would like to understand how I can now reintroduce pleasure as a form of torture, without the release of orgasm. I tried it on the last night before she left for five days (for personal reasons), and she really wanted to come but didn't. Over chat, she told me it was good, but that she prefers it when she isn't stimulated via clit and is only used through penetration by me like a fucktoy.

I'm not sure if I'm doing something wrong. I always try to provide aftercare, and perhaps I should remind her more often that it's a game and that I don't actually mean the things I say outside the bedroom.

I've also read that some women experience drops, and that this practice has harmed some relationships. What can I do? I want to take it even further; if it were up to me, I would edge her every day but i like using as my fucktoy too.

I'm not sure whether it's normal for her to be happy just being used as a fuck toy? On the other hand, if I give her an orgasm, I know this experience will end and we'll go back to the pattern of having sex once or twice a month, and that's something I don't want.

Need some advice pleaseee

Hello everyone,

This is what my mistress made me do, since I was a bratty girl and came without her permission just after my birthday after staying denied on that day. Probably around two weeks of denial

Below is the from her comment -

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So my bad girl ended up cumming without permission. This is what I’ve done to her so far, feel free to give some more tasks or things to do 💕

Obviously I have to punish her, I’ve been threatening to replace her and find another sub instead lol.

She’s had to go to work so I’ve given her loads of work tasks and play like bodywriting, outfit control, edging and bladder control tasks. She doesn’t have a chastity belt, and obviously what she did would make me put her in chastity cause I can no longer trust her not to orgasm without my permission, but the closest thing was taping her hole up so we’ve done that lol. She’s better do her tasks while at work like a good girl…

I’m also gonna play with her when she gets back lol, but I’m gonna be really mean and punish her for real because we didn’t have enough time really before she left for work earlier.

She’s such a good girl really, even though sometimes she can be bratty or disobey me lol. 💕💕💕

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Give more ideas to her. Help her become more creative. I should be taught lesson for being bratty

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In just a bit i will officially complete my first week without cumming, it's been really hard for me since i'm really a needy one and honestly even if i tried really hard i usually end up cumming in just a few days... I'm a good girl and need a bit of attention to keep behaving till i'm allowed to cum!

Daddy started denying me a few weeks ago and I feel like a different person. We have always had an exceptionally happy and healthy relationship, genuinely. I didn’t think it was possible to really improve, nothing NEEDED improving. Our sex was amazing. Now I barely want to call it “sex” cause it sounds too ordinary. Everyone has sex.. When I’m naked in bed with daddy and he’s touching my body and I’m suckling on his dick it feels like a spiritual experience.

I have had massive issues in the past with anxiety and overthinking, especially when it comes to sex. Past abuse made it so I didn’t even know what I liked or how I like things, I had to fully start from scratch in exploring and learning about my own sexuality. Daddy always made sure to give me the safest space to try anything I wanted. We started getting a little bit into hypno-adjacent territory which helped me get into subspace a lot more easily and THEN i could enjoy myself freely.

Since I’ve been denied I feel like I almost don’t leave subspace 😂 okay that’s not true, i CAN keep it together during the day and be an adult when need be. But it now only takes a slight suggestion, a certain word, his smell, his thumb on my tongue… and I’m gone. Desperate, panting, suckling, whimpering. Giving up control comes so naturally.

I’m learning so much about myself still, I’m wanting to try so many things. Currently on day 9 since my last orgasm and I’m starting to wonder if I even want to come again… Why, when I can just drip down ku thighs and clench around nothing while taking daddy dick down my throat? This sounds like such fake porn actress male gaze talk but I pinky promise I couldn’t be more serious. My empty pussy and tingly clit are so happy being desperate, it’s my mouth that craves to be filled 🥺

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Last night, my dom ended my no touch and allowed me to even orgasm.

He let me choose between an anal orgasm or a ruined orgasm and I immediately chose an anal orgasm because I recently discovered how much i enjoy anal.

First he had me use my makeup brush and put it into my wet pussy. I was so wet that it easily slipped in. No push back, nothing. When I moved around, it easily fell out (perhaps kegel is part of my future training too)

He let me use my own pussy juices to lube the brush up before I could use it on my ass. It went in and j felt so good. He would have me slowly push it in and out before picking up my pace. I was in front of my mirror as per his orders so I had a view of my brush moving in and out of my ass. My nipples were clamped. It looked so hot. As I got to the edge, he had me slow down the thrusts so I rode out the edge before completely removing my hands.

He then had me clamp my clit to and start the whole anal procedure again: slow thrusts at first, then pick up pace until reach edge and then slow thrusts to ride of edge all while watching my pretty pussy in the mirror.

And he said it himself, the only thing missing was his cock in my mouth. I repeated this again and then gad to remove my clit clamp before going again before he let me cum. It felt so good. My pussy was leaking and yet felt so exhausted as if she had just been fucked. My clit started getting feeling back so that lead me to sleeping extremely horny

Oh and my nipples? They were still erect this morning after being clamped all throughout the session. They even look somewhat bigger and more full.

What a wonderful way to end almost 2 days of no touch and 10 days of edging.

over the last couple of decades we played with medium term and long term tease and denial often.
we were fooling around earlier tonight, and when I was getting close and building towards it he asked me with that amazing tone he take "do you want to be a good girl?".

anyway, to make a long story short, Yada, Yada, Yada and now Im in orgasm denial again. we decided it'll be a few weeks long this time, but that's usually what we decide at the beginning. sometimes it is a few weeks, but other times it's spilled over into months.

god, Im going to make him proud. Im going to be such a good girl for him.

I changed my user flair from "cums as if she has a right to" to "denied and spoken for good girl" it feels so exciting to change my flaire, I just had to post to say something.

also #1:

hi. polite girls introduce themselves, so Karen, 45 year old career mom of two. nice to meet you.

hi

also #2 :
this message bellow is brilliant. who ever came up with that, it's amazing.

a message that just came while I was writing the post. god, you guys are good at this.

thank you.
it made me shiver

I haven’t had a real edging session in over two weeks… maybe I’ve had a couple of quick orgasms with no porn. But surely if I’m good and edge myself for a few hours I can cum, right?
Should I cum tonight or not? Please encourage me to be good 🤭

Kinks include: bondage, latex, ruins, humiliation, rimming

I have no idea how long I've been denied. I have a rough idea...lol I think... sometime around November / December last year. But i didnt track the date and then by the time I realised I didnt know when, it was too far gone.

And now I have no chance of an orgasm.

I just had my last one and never knew 😋

So it got me thinking, do you like knowing, for example, its 10 days until you get an orgasm or are you like me and the unknown is part of the fun? And Doms, do you like the countdown for subs, and why?

My mistress will put me back in denial next week. She told me she wants me leaking all the time. i would like to know how much time do you think I should be denied this time. My last were 4 days. Also, please, give me ideas of how shold she order me to tease my self and make me even more horny.

Oh, I forgot to tell, she told me as I came just reading this sub she will not allow me to cum today. Maybe I will start my denial today...

I will respond every one that comments here...