Yesterday, for the first time, I got up the courage to go on a chatroom for Female Orgasm Denial. I talked to someone there who guided me through some masturbation, a few edges, and three orgasms. It was almost a dream come true, as I’ve only done this type of thing with myself really before yesterday.
During the session he asked me about my masturbation habits and when I started masturbating and what I liked to think about. I told him that one of my first fantasies was being a princess locked in a tower. But when the prince came to save me he took me as his. His friends came and watched as he slid himself into me and fucked me back and forth, and then they used me too.
He made me his Queen, but I would always be his sex slave. He would tie me up at night and put arousal gel on my clit, leave me trembling until the next morning. Maybe he would attach a feather from the ceiling for my to wiggle and try to hump against for some relief and stimulation. He would use his mouth on me, roll my clit between his lips and tongue and suck on it.
Sometimes he would let me cum, but he would ruin it to take away the pleasure. Then he would torture me with post orgasm torture, making me cum over and over in my hypsersensitivity. Making me scream and pull on the bonds and beg to stop. But it wouldn’t be for me. It would be for his pleasure. Whether to watch me cry from denial or from exhaustion. His. For him.
He would have other toys. He would keep them chained up, naked and ready to be used. I would be expected to always be ready for him, always close and needy and wet. They would too. Sometimes I would be tied up with them. I would use my mouth on them even though I don’t want to. I would keep them close and never let them cum. They would keep me close and never let me cum.
I would be his Queen. His princess. His slave.
This is my first post. I thought it was fitting to share something that I think I am too embarrassed to share with people who know my face.
I am Sophie, the Imperial toy.
The Princess
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