This is my easiest go-to domming thing, not because it’s a
piece of piss (although it is), but because I cannot get enough of the look on
a guy’s face when he’s desperate and pleading to come. At it’s very basic
level, denial can involve wanking him off, then stopping, wanking, stopping,
etc until the smallest of tears leaks from his eyes and the look he gives you
is one of pure and burning need. But you can do way more than that.
A guy I knew used to love a slightly painful denial wank. Me
going hard and sloppy at his dick for a while, all spit-lubed and hot, until
he’d grunt to show me he was just. So. Close. At which point I’d stop, wipe my
hand on my jeans, then continue touching him but with slow, circular strokes
around the sensitive skin of his head. After ten or eleven circles it’d start
getting dry. After twenty or so he’d whimper a bit. After twenty five he’d beg
me to stop. When I stopped he’d beg me for more.
The beauty of denial is that it can be done even when you’re
not in the room. As a general rule I’m not a fan of sexting,
because fuck it –
if we’re going to have sex then I’d rather have it then just tell you in great
detail exactly how we’re going to have it and have you text me back misspelled
porn which I have to read and reply to on the bus. But in a few situations it’s
useful: i.e. the situation in which I text him saying “I’m on my way to yours
and I’ll be with you in twenty minutes. Wank yourself to near-completion then
drink two litres of water.” Then I can arrive at his flat knowing he’s horny,
and also has a full bladder, meaning I can alternate some hot denial wanking
with a bit of humiliation (You can piss with an erection, you’re just not
trying hard enough. Try harder. I’m waiting). For bonus points/additional fun,
send this text long before you’re actually on your way, then send another an
hour later saying “Sorry, tube delays!”
If the piss thing isn’t your bag, you can always just
alternate hardness and softness to build to a jizzsplosion later in the
evening. Send a similar text, but insist on him having a hard on when you
arrive. As you walk in the door, tell him to lose his erection. As soon as he’s
soft again, make him hard. Rinse, repeat once or twice an hour for the rest of
the evening until he cries a little bit and leaks precum all over the carpet.
When he’s super-hard and has been denied, tell him he can
come but only if he does it in a particular way. i.e. ‘you can come now, but
you can’t use your hands’ or ‘you can come now, but only through your jeans.’
Bonus evil points if, even then, you insist on stopping him just before he does
and say ‘only joking, dickhead’ then make him make you a sandwich.
Sandwich-making is, in my opinion, the cornerstone of dominance.

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