January is orgasm denial month.
Yet this year, Master has forgone that directive.
Since the week after Christmas, I’ve been fighting food allergies, which I cannot believe, which was on top of the cold I got from being outside and constant cooking and baking for family get-togethers. My immune system was low from the stress, so I hadn’t had time to think about orgasm denial.
But as I’m in the middle of writing our sixth book, I realize I’m not okay with this change
He’s messed up our routine, which, in turn, I feel he’s making changes in every part of our relationship. What will he change next? More leeway in my protocols? Not talking to me? Spending less time together? My mind conjures up one negative scenario after another.
I’m out of sorts.
Communication is the backbone of a relationship. Being consistent is next. Master normally begins talking about his plans for denying orgasms early in December. Then, he reminds me the week after Christmas. There’s a gleeful tone in his voice when he explains the parameters.
I push back, asking for revisions. And while I do so, I’m ecstatic that it is another way to serve him. Another way he shows me he owns me and loves controlling me.
This year I was particularly excited. The new piercings were a bonus. You see, as the outer labia piercings heal, we’ll be adding another pair, then another. And then chastity will take on an entirely new meaning. I won’t have access to my clit at all when he locks the rings together. He’s also mentioned threading a captive bead ring through both vaginal lips.
Around ten o’clock on New Year’s Eve, he calls me, and for an hour or more, he gives me mind-blowing orgasms, ending the session with, that’s it for the next thirty-one days. It was only after midnight, and January 1 had rolled around, I realized we hadn’t discussed orgasm denial for the month.
On the third, I asked him what his plans for this January were.
“I’m forgoing denying you orgasms this year,” he’d said.
“Why?” I asked. It hurt to hear that. I was looking forward to the boundaries. I’m on my own this year. Oh, his order standing order of not orgasming without his permission is always in place, but this one action starts my New Year off right.
“You’re too out of sorts.”
He was right. I had been for months. The pair of outer labia piercing I got at the end of October set off an emotional reaction that neither Master nor I expected. I’d needed more from him since then. The usual wasn’t enough.
But the point of orgasm denial was to set boundaries, gain more control, focus my mind, and more.
I miss the closeness to Master during this month. I miss his contro
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