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Day 3 of no orgasms and remembering why I love this.

This would do it for me. Just getting so turned on, so wet, so needy as I keep getting pounded. The feeling is euphoric still, don't get me wrong, but I'd never quite be able to tumble over that edge

orgasm denial but a dom that knows you can’t cum without clit stimulation so he just fucks you over and over again knowing you can’t cum while you turn into a whimpering mess desperate to have your clit played with

Well, it eventually resulted into something. A little prelude. Not sure if I should tag this as "dirty talk", shit is just weird. TaraProwl wet bondage adventures. It was hours. Hours of cold rage, frustration, and despair. Prowl was captured, immobilized, swaddled in Tarantulas' sticky web. An inhibitor kept him unable to transform in an attempt to free himself, his T-cog ached from all his fruitless attempts to overcome its effect. And there was another ache growing slowly as his system processed energon that the hideous spider had forcefully filled his tank with earlier.

Prowl was well aware of the eyes watching over his plight, feeding over his suffering. And oh, there was no way Tarantulas didn't know. He knew about how Cybertronians' bodies work enough to change said bodies. He'd changed himself, defaced his own nature. Prowl's fuel system and all its delicate processes were no secret to him. He knew how badly Prowl needed to go.

Prowl was grinding his teeth, feeling tiny gears in his jaw spinning. He could wait. He'd seen worse, right? He wasn't giving Tarantulas what his twisted mind might covet. Ping after ping from his waste tank were ignored, but each one made a tiny needle of fear sting his spark. He in-vented sharply when his internals shifted slightly, giving the reservoir more room to extend. That was bad. He was running out of time. If he is unable to come up, by some miracle, with a plan or if someone doesn't free him, his tank will simply crack. And neither bravado nor autosuggestion about how tough shit of a cop he is will stop his tank's content from spilling out before Tarantulas' twice-damned gaze.

"Enough of your games, Tarantulas, release me!" he groaned finally.

Tarantulas' disturbing body shape separated itself from the shadow on the left. He approached Prowl slowly, savoring the picture.

"You've played my game for so long, and only now you're calling for it to stop? Not because of your precious Autobots waiting for you, but because of your full bladder?"

"Don't call it that!" Prowl barked, flinching at the word choice. Tarantulas' fascination with organic shit was truly off-putting, yet made his consciousness flush with something hot and indistinguishable. 

His waste release duct was spasming, hidden behind the panel, sending heat and vibration to all adjacent systems. His interface array was the closest. His valve was clenching with the force of his need, as in reminiscence of hours and hours of work dragging on, of his gritted teeth, a stirring ache in his pelvic section coming to his processor, dispelling the fog of his dissociation, and a trembling, pitiful relief he got after barely making it to the empty washracks.

And Prowl saw it. A flask in Tarantulas' hand, a hungry twitch of his mandibulas. In his damnation, Prowl cut off the visual input.

Tarantulas was messing with the web below Prowl's waist, careful not to free his captive's legs enough so he could kick. Making Prowl part his thighs and swathing them again, leaving only a small area of his crotch open. Only for Prowl to open his warm panel.

Prowl fought an instant urge to uncover his valve as if it could diminish the pressure in his tank. His sensitive audials picked up the sound of Tarantulas' fleecy paw sliding over the glass of the flask. Prowl's failing systems were sending desperate reports that read all as one: it's over, he is voiding in mere minutes, no matter what. His voice box emitted a broken moan. Something clicked, and he was late to realize that it was his valve cover.

Still voluntarily sightless, Prowl couldn’t see the flask lowering between his legs, where his waste nozzle was placed next to the valve rim, slightly to the left but still close enough to a set of three nodes, one big and two smaller. All three blinking, signaling his heightened charge and his impending defeat. It hurt, and his body tried to arch, the web tugging on the doors behind his back as if to keep him aware of his humiliating pose.

"My dear," Tarantulas' voice was a throaty whisper now. "You know very well that I've surpassed the prejudices of disgust and shame, and nothing in your body or essence can repel me. I observed urination in thousands of species. You are my most beautiful subject, so yours..."

"SHUT UP! You bastard, let me go!" Prowl screeched, uncaring of the hysterical cracks and syncopes in his voice. His brilliant, remarkable memory capable of performing multiple extremely consuming tasks and tracking thousands of targets at the same time, oh, this memory was clogged with one gnawing, swirling, agonizing demand from his excretory system.

For one millisecond, his trapped, exhausted mind considered letting go and striking the damned turpid spider with a stream, wetting his abysmal fleecy body with a mix of pent-up waste energon, slight alcohol scent, and shame. Even shoved away as far as generated, the thought made his insides boil hotter, and a bead of lubricant appeared on the crease between his valve petals. And a dribble came out of his spasming waste duct. Prowl was heaving, creaking his teeth in a futile attempt to hold his bulwark for a minute, a second more. Even if it cost him the last shreds of his dignity when his spike cover reacted to the heat and the pressure pooled in his pelvis and opened, and a wet head poked out. Everything was dull, only his spark and overfilled tank were thrumming in rapid pulses.

"Let me see how you surrender," Tarantulas said to him, and something soft and tickling came right to his activated node for the slightest brush that made Prowl's engine choke on a roar. His tank vibrated, and a dribble turned into a desperate brook in a moment. 

He's voiding into the fucking flask, he realized. Voiding with a mercilessly loud tinkling and gushing sound. With his spike half-emerged from its housing and his valve rippling on nothing. His audials are registered Tarantulas going on about the allure of the process, about Prowl filling the flask so good and providing him with perfect material, but it's like coming from light years away. Prowl was letting out his content in a thick, messy stream, and barely audible whimpers were bleeding from his open mouth. The release was euphoric. Terrifying. His spike was out, his nodes pricked with charge, and his whole neuronet was prepared for something to trigger another response, another release.

It didn't come. Prowl went strong and plentiful into the flask. Then, he could tell by the sound, on the floor, still panting from decreasing pressure. Then it was a trickle that stopped abruptly. 

He activated his optics again to the sight of Tarantulas holding a full flask and examining grayish-blue fluid. Disgust and arousal were interweaving in Prowl, making him so sick for a millisecond he is certain he’d throw up if his fuel tank wasn’t empty.

"Perfect. Even the way you process energon is perfect." Tarantulas said again. "You've provided me with a beautiful harvest of crystals, Prowl. I've always said that we could achieve incredible things together. I have to leave you now to start with the transmutation. Please, be patient, I'll fuel you up later." 

He gave Prowl one last long gaze from top to toe, holding it a tiniest bit longer on the exposed, denied interface array, and silently walked away.

It could be one of Brainstorm's groundbreaker. A device that provides some stimulation and also no stimulation at the same time. That never makes one cum no matter how hard and fast they use it, keeping them on the verge of overload forever and also not letting their charge drop. INFINITE STIMULATION. SEXUAL SUPERPOSITION. Then Perceptor plainly suggests that it's called "edging". The room goes silent. (Everyone should stop underestimating nerds.) (Drift and Rodimus enjoy the device anyway.)

The idea of accidental overload denial is consuming my brain rn. Valve sensors not being able to interpret certain materials so its just endless edging... I need to inflict this on Roddy and Drift somehow. I'm certain that both of them would put something spiked shaped in their valves that they shouldn't have and the result is only, ahem, ~satisfying~ to an outside observer watching their sexy suffering

Stray Kids as forms of orgasm control

Chan - Orgasming on command

It took a little time to teach you this, but once you were basically trained to his voice the sky was the limit. You weren't a person who could cum on the spot, however, if Chan got you to that point then told you to cum then you could. Chan likes to give commands so when you follow them his dick just hardens even more. "are you close baby?" you nodded at this, "then cum!"

Minho - Long term orgasm denial

You and Minho both get off from this. One of the many reasons is the power play of he gets to cum and you don't. The denial period isn't too long only a week or 2 because you told Minho that's as long as you would allow (This kink is because you enjoy it, not because you hate cuming!) Minho's favourite way to do this is by edging a few times before he stops touching you for good, loves the way you beg for it even though you know he's not gonna say yes. "Please Min" "No kitten, 5 more days!"

Changbin - Ruined orgasms

There is just something so appealing about getting you to the brink of an orgasm and then just stopping all stimulation. The way you shake and whine and even gasp at the loss makes Changbin wanna do it to you all the time! Like Changbin is fucking you and he's feeling a little mean so right as you cum he pulls away, but he caresses your thigh to let you know that he's still here, and it mindfucks you even more; "Oh I'm sorry angel, were you cuming?"

Hyunjin - Overstimulation

Theres just something about the way you get all wet and dripping for Hyunjin, he just has to keep going because he loves to make you cum over and over. Hyunjin just gleams and is so in aw of you whenever you cum it's one of his favourite sights. Whether it's you squeezing around him, head rolling back or the few stray tears that fall, Hyunjin just has to get at least 3 out of you. Even loves it when you claim you can't go on even though he knows you can; "Hyunjin, I can't I-" "Yes you can baby, just one more!"

Jisung - Edging

One of the things that really gets Jisung going is edging, the whines it brings from your lips just turns Jisung on so much. He likes to make you earn it, enjoys that power over you in telling you that you haven't earned it yet. Also doesn't mind edging himself either, because he knows if he does the eventual orgasm will be 10x better. "Come on baby, you have to need it" "Please Jisung, I do need it" "I don't think you're there yet, stop touching baby!"

Felix - Overstimulation

Felix is such a giver, it was just in his nature. Felix just loved to give and give and give and he gets sad when he is unable to give. All Felix wants to do is make you feel good over and over. Loves to get orgasm after orgasm out of you. You could never say no to Felix when he gives you those pouty lips, you can happily give him one more when it makes him so happy to see you cum. Felix is also really good at relaxing you into a state where there is nothing else on your mind besides letting go so beautifully for him. "just one more baby, you can cum for me again right?"

Seungmin - Tantric orgasm edging/denial

You and Seungmin always enjoyed trying to make sex last as long as possible. So when Seungmin suggested trying tantric sex you were all for it. Now months later you're both addicted to it. Getting so close to orgasm only to will it away so that it can last longer; "I'm so close" you moaned, Seungmin's cock and fingers working wonders. "Breathe baby, don't cum" Seungmin was close too, but he didn't want it to end yet, he inhaled in hopes you do the same, "oh that's it, inhale deeply, feels so good!"

Jeongin - Edging

Jeongin just loved to edge you, it was honestly one of his favourite things! the way your body shakes because you're oh so close and then he just takes it away, beautiful. Jeongin enjoys the power it gives him, the control on when you get to release. Power play is an important part of sex life for Jeongin because he's always felt like a dom. "Innie, I'm close again" you whined, your 3rd time. "not yet sweetness, I'm nowhere near done with you!"

The Conference Call

“It's been a long work day for me, too, Kitten,” I thought, “but that is no excuse for you to be impatient,” as I swatted your hand away from my thigh a second time. I pulled a quick jerk on the leash across my lap and the attached collar pulled your face forward to me as I pushed my chair back and lowered my face to hers. “You touch my cock one more time and you will not be allowed your place in the puppy bed beneath my desk while I work, got it!”

Fear and disappointment blended in the tears that welled in your eyes, but it did not displace the defiance that I could see behind them. “Oh, is that the way it's going to be, eh? Do you want my dick? Well, you will have to earn it later by your performance now.”

Her eyes sank immediately to my crotch and watched me withdraw the object her desire from my boxers – the advantage of working from home. “If you can't at least make me stammer or lose concentration during my next conference call, then you know what awaits you.” Her eyes returned to mine, confident at the challenge, but also remembering my force of will, as well as the pleasure I acquire from the suitable punishments.

I pushed my chair back under the desk and began the next call. She immediately began the work at hand, finally gaining access to what she had been begging for with whines and whimpers. She began with dutiful obeisance, stroking me to full erection and teasing my tip with her tongue. It was good, but she could tell it was not good enough, as I answered calmly each question posed by the clients on the call. It was then that the change began. No longer was it because she had to, but her love for the act took over.

Her tongue swirled around my cock's head, brushing repeatedly under the sensitive tip. Moans began to rise from beneath the desk as she went from teasing to engulfing the head, plunging my cock to the back of her throat. Soft gags permeated the room.

“Are you OK, Jake?” one client asked, being concerned.

“I'm OK, just getting over a small cold,” I continued. But the pleasure must have shown on my face as he raised an eyebrow and asked another question while I attempted to quell my movements. Her intensity increased. I could feel her drool roll down the length of my cock as the hungrily devoured the fullness until I was throbbing in her mouth. Shad moved to position her pussy against my leg and grind while she sucked. Even through the thin material of her panties, I could tell that she was soaked. She gasped in pain and disappointment as I reached under the desk, grasped a handful of hair, and pulled her away from my cock before I could cum.

“Thank you, Gentlemen, for your attention and cooperation today. I will email you responses to your inquiries and copies of today's call. You will find them in your inbox before the day's end.” A few thanks and goodbyes later and they all signed off.

“Not bad,” I said, looking down into your flushed face. Obviously, you were ready for the verdict of the challenge, drool still dripping off your chin. “You didn't earn my dick, but I will let you finish what you started on my leg.”

Pushing my chair back, I reached down and roughly lifted her onto my bare thigh. She placed her hands on my shoulders and spreading her legs, alternately curled and arched her back, sending her honey-soaked labia apart, pressing her clit against my muscular thigh as she slid effortlessly back and forth.

“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” I interrupted. “That gives you too much leverage. Makes it too easy, I want to see how much you're willing to work for it,” I said as I grasped her wrists from my shoulders and pinned them behind her back. “You can only use your legs, and if you don't work to my satisfaction, then I'll provide a little motivation.”

Her eyes watched my free hand move between the flogger and the riding-whip that I always have hanging next to my desk. I know she loves the flogger, how the cool leather straps glide across her skin before leaving whelps on the cheeks of her ass. But this is not the time for that. I needed a motivator, so I pulled down the whip instead. Placing her feet on the floor, she managed a good pace, leaving a trail of her juices on my thigh until I made it harder for her. Elevating my thigh higher by placing my foot on the rest of the chair, she could barely use her toes to rock back and forth on my thigh. Soon her legs were quivering from the effort. Her pace slowed until the felt the sharp crack of the whip against her thong-bared cheeks of her ass. Breath caught in her throat as the pain seared her flesh, but she knew better to cry out, knowing that that would bring sharper blows.

Even with the extra effort, her swollen clit tingled from the pleasure. A few more motivating blows and her clit reached peak intensity. She arched back, straining to press hard against my thigh as waves of tremors cascaded through her body and her juices flowed over my thigh.

Panting, she collapsed onto my chest. I could feel her heartbeat racing against me as she pressed her breast on my chest, her hardened nipples biting into me.

“Now...now may I have you in me...,” she managed to mutter into my ear.

I lifted her from my thigh, released her arms from behind her, and swung my chair back to my desk.

“I'll think about it,” I said smugly, “I'll let you know after this last call.”

Blood rushed back to your pinched nipples after I removed the clamps. Nerves are electrified from the surge. You want to soothe them by touching, but your hands are handcuffed behind your back, and you're helpless to move. Your body tenses as you see me approach with the ice and dread the sensations on your hyper- sensitive nipples. You want to protest, but to no avail, the ball gag preventing anything but frustrated moans as I circle your nipples with the ice. Shivers speed down your spine, connecting with your abused clit and you hope I won't notice that you're close to cumming. Just when you think a relieving orgasm is about to happen - I pull away, leaving your tits heaving and your clit tingling, both silently begging to cum... but not yet, my Luv. You have a challenge to complete.

#macmystery'swriting #orgasm denial #cnc #nipple play #the challenge was your idea, deal with it

That's not fair sending something so hot when I'm edging.

Her craving riding my thigh because she doesn't yet feel she deserves riding my cock.

The only orgasms that I need are her orgasms on my tongue