If You Want This Too, Comment Me!

I wonder what is playing on that headset. I'd love to know. Is she listening to a lecture related to economics, a classic book on philosophy or music or bimbo hypno tracks?

How I became a good girl and stopped cumming

When I met my Master, he didn't know he was a master, nor did I know I was a sub. We had both been in vanilla relationships before. I toyed a bit with BDSM sometimes, but it never played a big part in my life. Neither of us had ever heard about denial.

To me, nothing in the world felt better than an orgasm. I had lots of them. Lots and lots. With previous partners I was annoyed with how fast they came (although I didn't complain). I always gave myself numerous orgasms after a partner had cum, because no one could give me better orgasms than me.

I met my Master online. The first time of our relationship we couldn't see each other often, so nearly all of our contact was online. That was hard, but we knew we were made for each other. The good thing about it was that we talked a lot. We trusted each other, and dared to share fantasies we had always kept for ourselves, because previous partners wouldn't have understood them. That's how our D/s relationship started. Over time he became my protecting Daddy and sadistic Master. Just what I needed.

The idea that my Master would control my orgasms turned me on. We agreed that I would cum only when he told me to, and whenever he told me to. I was able to cum by using my fingers, a toy, or just my thoughts. Even his words could be enough to cum. We both loved this game. I learned not to touch myself unless he told me to, which was both very hard and very hot. Sometimes he told me to cum 20 times a day.

But then he wondered what would happen if he would make me cum less. I was shocked. Cum less? What a terribly mean idea, it made me cum on the spot. Could he really do this to me? He could. I went from 20 orgasms a day to 20 a month. I was so frustrated and so aroused all the time. When he gave me permission to cum, it felt so good to finally cum again. When I didn't have permission to cum, it made me feel weirdly proud that I was able to edge and not tip over.

Then the time came that I wasn't happy anymore when he told me to cum. I only did it because he told me to, but I didn't feel like a good, strong, pure, horny girl anymore after cumming. It didn't feel good.

In the beginning I was very proud of not cumming for a week, a month (which seemed almost impossible!), a half year. It seemed a shame to cum again after such a long time. My Master sometimes asked me if I still was okay with this, and yes, I was, I was eager to be the best at not cumming. He never told me 'maybe I'll let you cum if you do this or that', and I was grateful for that. An orgasm would not feel like a reward. I prefer to have his cum as a reward (I guess this is what denial did to me). Nowadays he tells me he doesn't want me to cum anymore, and hearing his words 'just let it fade away, this is not for you' makes my edges even more intense.

The never-ending arousal is addictive, and my frustration from edging is a huge turn-on for my Master (and yes, also for me, though it feels so terrible at the same time). And oh gosh, what a submissive girl I became. My Master cums for the both of us, and I love it. Pleasing him is now the best thing there is, and because he learned himself to edge at a young age, he is able to last long, so I can enjoy him for a long time before he finally gives me my reward, his cum. It made our bond so strong. We were both easily distracted by others with previous partners, but we've been together for years now and still crave each other so much. We can give each other what we need.

When I started this journey, I couldn't find any information on what denial would do for me in the long term. Would it harm me? Would it do me good? I can imagine that more girls, women have the same question. I haven't cum for 5,5 years now. It didn't harm me at all. It made me strong, focused, confident, incredibly horny and submissive to my Master. And I like that a lot.

And my body became so sensitive. For example, before I started experimenting with denial, my breasts weren't sensitive at all. It's incredible how that has changed. I can edge by rubbing spots between my breasts, above my tailbone, on the top of my head. It's like having clits all over my body. I know, it sounds a bit strange, but it feels so good, and just imagine how much fun it is for my Master.

I let my Master control my orgasms, which meant that I had to learn to control myself better. Maybe self-control doesn't sound sexy, but it made my sex life better, and it made me more confident in other aspects of my life.

Do I think I'd still be able to cum? Yes, I do. I don't know what an orgasm feels like anymore (that thought arouses me), but I think I'd still be able to have one if I really wanted to.

But why would I?

Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.

Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you. 

First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir, and sometimes Daddy. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making my point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things. 

And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that. 

A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect. 

A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance. 

A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to. 

A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him. 

A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important. 

A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect. 

A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf. 

A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.  

A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that. 

A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day. 

A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be. 

So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too. 

I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely. 

Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.

Though much of this is dated advise, most of the advise is timeless. Consider the areas where you have not done what you think you should have done. Do your part and he will grow to be far beyond the man you desire. Do your part and he will love you more than he imagined he ever could.

Timeless Advice for Wives from Blanche Ebbutt’s “Don'ts for Wives” (1913)

Don’t forget to wish your husband ‘good morning’ when he sets off for the office. He will feel the lack of your good-bye kiss all day.

Don’t be out if you can help it when your husband gets home after his day’s work.

Don’t let him search the house for you. Listen for his latch-key and meet him on the threshold.

Don’t omit the kiss of greeting. It cheers a man when he is tired to feel that his wife is glad to see him home.

Don’t keep your sweetest smiles and best manners for outsiders; let your husband come first.

Don’t choose the very time your husband is at home to ‘see about’ all sorts of things in other parts of the house. Sit with him by the fire; smoke with him if it pleases you and him; read or be read to; sing or play cards with him, or chat with him about anything that interests him. It is your business to keep him amused in the evening.

Don’t talk to your husband about anything of a worrying nature until he has finished his evening meal.

Don’t bother your husband with a stream of senseless chatter if you can see that he is very fatigued. Help him to the tid-bits at dinner; modulate your voice; don’t remark on his silence. If you have any cheery little anecdote to relate, tell it with quiet humor, and by-and-by he will respond. But if you tackle him in the wrong way, the two of you will spend a miserable evening.

Don’t think it beneath you to put your husband’s slippers ready for him. On a cold evening, especially, it makes all the difference to his comfort if the soles are warmed through.

Don’t think your household gods of more importance than your husband’s comfort. Don’t for instance refuse to give him a bedroom fire in cold weather because it makes ‘too much dust.’

Don’t hesitate to inconvenience yourself to give him a den all his own. He’s really a good fellow.

Don’t be careless about the way meals are served when you and your husband are alone. Dainty surroundings do much to make eating an agreeable process, instead of a mere means of keeping oneself alive.

Don’t be afraid of cold meat. A few cookery lessons, or even a good cookery book, with the use of a little intelligence, will make you mistress of delicious ways of serving leftovers.

Don’t persist in having mushrooms on the table when you know they always make your husband ill. They may be your favorite dish, but is it worth it?

Don’t take your husband at his own valuation, but yours. He may be unduly modest, or just a little too cocksure.

Don’t omit to pay your husband a compliment. If he looks nice dressed for the opera, tell him so. If he has been successful with his chickens, or his garden, compliment him.

Don’t try to model your husband on some other woman’s husband. Let him be himself and make the best of him.

Don’t be everlastingly trying to change your husband’s habits, unless they are very bad ones. Take him as you find him, and leave him at peace.

Don’t worry about little faults in your husband which merely amused you in your lover. If they were not important then, they are not important now. Besides, what about yours?

Don’t advise your husband on subjects of which you are, if anything, rather more ignorant than he.

Don’t nag your husband. If he won’t carry out your wishes for love of you, he certainly won’t because you nag him.

Don’t refuse to take an interest in your husband’s hobbies, but don’t let him leave all the tiresome work to you.

Don’t try to excite your husband’s jealousy by flirting with other men. You may succeed better than you want to. It is like playing with tigers and edged tools and volcanoes all in one.

Don’t refuse to run up to town for a couple of days, when your husband has to go on business, on the plea that you have ‘nothing to wear.’ Go in what you’ve got, and have a good time.

Don’t get the idea that all your husband wants is a housekeeper, or a decorative head of the table. He wants a companion and when he is at home he doesn’t want you to be always somewhere else.

Don’t let your husband feel that you are a ‘dear little woman,’ but no good intellectually. If you find yourself getting stale, wake up your brain.

Don’t profess to care nothing about politics. Any man who is worth his salt does care, and many men learn to despise women as a whole because their wives take such an unintelligent attitude.

Don’t become a mere echo of your husband. If you never hold an opinion of your own about anything, life will be dreadfully colorless for both of you, and there will be nothing to talk about.

Don’t expect your husband to want to spend evenings at home if you don’t make home the most comfortable place.

Don’t forget that you have a right to some money to spend as you like; you earn it as wife, and mother, and housekeeper. Very likely you will spend it on the house or children when you get it; but that doesn’t matter - it is yours to spend as you like.

Don’t spend every penny you get, unless it is so little that you absolutely must. Try to put back for the proverbial “rainy day.”

Don’t dress badly, even if your allowance is small.

Don’t be satisfied to let your husband work overtime to earn money for frocks for you. Manage with fewer frocks.

Don’t allow yourself to get into the habit of dressing carelessly when there is 'only’ your husband to see you.

Don’t reject your husband’s advice on matters of dress without reason. Many men have excellent taste and original ideas on the subject.

Don’t open the door yourself when your husband is present. He would open it for a lady guest, let him open it for you. Besides, your boys will not learn the little courtesies that count nearly so well by precept as by example.

Don’t let your husband become merely your children’s father after the arrival of the first baby. You can give him an extra share of love in that capacity, but he won’t want to be any less your husband and chum.

Don’t say you can’t go out with your husband because you can’t leave the children. Make arrangements that will enable you to leave them in satisfactory hands.

Don’t say your husband “looks silly” with a baby in his arms. Let him realize that the youngster is partly his, and that there is nothing derogatory to his dignity in handling him.

Don’t omit to take your husband into your confidence on matters connected with the training of the children. Let him bring his wits to bear on the problems that are troubling you.

Don’t say it’s a waste of time to make marmalade at home when you can get it at the stores. Your husband and children never like any so well as yours, and it is worth the trouble of making it to see how they enjoy eating it.

Don’t allow the children in any way to depose you from your position as Queen of the Home. Insist upon the respect that is due to you. See that the boys open the door for you on every occasion.

Don’t grudge the years you spend child-bearing and child-rearing. Remember you are training future citizens, and it is the most important mission in the world.

Spoil Him.

Once upon a time, I was an arrogant, self-centered brat who believed my husband was lucky to even be sharing the same air I breathed. I was beautiful, men flocked to me, and he should have thanked his lucky stars I chose him. I’m not even sure why he stayed with me, to be honest. I guess the old fashioned saying “Marriage is hard. If something is broken, fix it. Don’t throw it away” really worked in my favor.

Life got hard, arguments abound, and my effortless beauty started to fade. He’d tell me, I like blonde hair. I like toned bodies. I like tanned skin, and every suggestion was met with malice, resentment and defense. I was perfect, why couldn’t he see that?

Because I wasn’t perfect. I neglected him for my own needs. I saw only my ideals, my problems, and he was never good enough. I wanted everything and gave nothing.

Sex stopped. Love stopped, attention stopped and I felt lost for a long time. Then, when all was almost lost, I started doing the things he asked of me. I cooked our meals, I cleaned our home, I made myself presentable for him in ways I knew he enjoyed and appreciated.

Suddenly, our relationship started to bloom. The winter was ending. His approval, his praise, it made my cunt drip and sex became a drug. Feeling sexy for him became an obsession. He worked hard, paid the bills, provided for our family, and I saw beyond my own conceited pre-conceived notions and appreciated him for being a MAN. And now I’m happy, blessed and fulfilled to be his woman.

Traditional gender roles may not be right for you, but they are for us. I’ve never felt more right in anything I’ve done before than when I’m doing something for him.

And when he says “Get a tan” I lay in the tanning bed with a wet pussy.

Start today its never to late  this can be you with enough training and motivation  #bimbofication

Something to study while listening to Bambi brainwashing.

blank empty brainwashed stupid happy horny obedient sleepy bimbo slut

Garnet Valley/Wilmington

If you’re in any of these places

We follow back!

Reblog this post…drop where you from