What's good for the goose

Is good for the gander, so they say. Well perhaps it applies to some circumstances, possibly even most being as the saying has been around a long time and there's no smoke without fire (should I be qualifying one idiom by using another), but definitely not all. You see quite a while ago I came across knowledge about something called a 'ruined orgasm' which, when applied skilfully to males, can extend their attention period in a certain way even though it might temporarily, ahem, frustrate them. I did an exploratory test on P but he was aghast and thought I'd gone mad.

Anyway he must have retained something from the experience and, inquisitive fellow that he is, found out more about them and their purpose and, whether through his own thinking or by stuff he read online, decided it would be interesting to test the procedure on me. What it meant in practice was that he worked me into a condition very close to orgasm but then, right at the tipping point when that lovely wave starts gushing through me, he pulled the plug. Withdrew orgasm support. The bastard. He hadn't penetrated me, he'd been spanking me (not punishment) and he'd touched places which get me off but refused to actually masturbate me even though I wanted it and begged him to. I tried to get my hand between my legs but he pinned it back, I couldn't use the other one because it was supporting me. I pleaded, I promised him the best blowjob ever if he would please just do it. But he didn't.

Instead, he resumed spanking me. He told me the only way I'd get off would be from the spanking I was getting. He wouldn't let me rub where I needed to and he wouldn't do it for me, only my bottom would get attention and I better make the most of it because it was all I'd be getting. And he'd still make me give him a blowjob after. And the funny thing was, the more he told me what I wouldn't be getting the more I wanted it and I wriggled and bucked on his knee not from the sting of the spanking but because I was so desperate to get a feel of his thigh or knee to grind against. P knew what I was doing and as my urgency built up he gripped me tighter and made sure I couldn't get the contact I wanted, I was grinding air. At the same time he told me what a spectacle I was making of myself and he was going to spank my bottom harder if I didn't stop wriggling and struggling. And I said 'Well do it then, DO IT, do it fucking hard because I'm not going to stop' and then I started moaning and then I felt it start washing over me and I cried out and P increased the spanking, I don't know where he found it but the force was enormous and I wanted to scream and come and get spanked even harder all at the same time. And I couldn't, I bloody well couldn't. I got so close, I got lovely little ripples, I was soaking wet but I didn't get what I wanted. Then he made me do you know what to him which made me start building hope all over again only to have it dashed when he told me to pull my knickers and jeans up, that was it.

Well for the rest of the day I was needy indeed and P made it worse by touching me, brushing against me, patting my bum etc but no sign of finishing me off. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof and it was awful and lovely and I started to see how it must be for males who get the same treatment, I mean as near as you can get to the same. It could run on and on, in fact I've read that it does with some couples.

Not for me though, well I sodding well hope not, I think I'd have to take up furtive masturbating in the shower, or anywhere else for that matter. And if I got caught and spanked for it well........that would be a bonus:) 

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx