You Know What I’d Really Like To Be Doing This Weekend? Teaching A Boy To Cum Without Touching His

It was all because of my girlfriend Beth’s bitchy bff Carol- that’s her standing behind my girl…well, my ex-girlfriend now…

I never did anything to deserve it either. In fact, I always went out of my way to be super nice to her, but she told me right to my face I wasn’t good enough for any friend of hers. She called me a loser and a wimp, and when I tried to defend myself, she just laughed. Another time, I told her I wanted to talk to her, and I told her that I knew she didn’t like me, but me and Beth were falling in love and I since I knew they were bffs, I really wanted her to like me. Her reaction was so out of line! She slapped me hard across my face, then grabbed my face by my jaw and squeezing hard, raised my face up to hers (she’s much taller than me), so close our noses were almost touching, and she said sternly “we will never, ever, be friends. I hate you. And I will get Beth to break up with you if it’s the last thing I do. Because it’s what I want, and trust me, I always get what I want. So you might as well give up now.” Then she spat right in my face, turned and marched away.

My head was spinning from the encounter, and from that moment on, I was always terrified of her. Whenever she was around, she would talk about other men, and how much better and more compatible they would be for Beth, and I never dared say a word.

A few weeks later, Beth said she was going out for a girls night out. I noticed she was dressed to kill, in a sleek black dress and her sexy fur coat. I should’ve known this wasn’t an ordinary girls night. But again, I was too timid to question her. Still, it was bothering me and I couldn’t stop wondering… so finally I FaceTimed her. Before I could get a word out, Beth said “yeah, what do you want?” I stuttered something about just missing her. I saw Carol behind her, looking impatient and annoyed and telling Beth “come on, let’s go already, they’re waiting for us”.

“They?” I asked nervously, “are there… other girls with you two?”

“No sweetie,” Beth answered in her most sympathetic tone, “I’m sorry, but… Carol set us up for a double date…”

I was floored, stunned and speechless. I just started crying, and couldn’t only manage to say “please… just come home, please? I love you-“

The Carol grabbed the phone and said “Give it up, loser, she’s not coming home to you. Her date is H.O.T. hot. He’s twice the man you are, and she wants to be with him. It’s finally over. You’re over. Now don’t bother us again.” Then she hung up, realizing she’d finally done it. She’d won.

I cried for awhile, and just as I was calming down, a text came in from Carol. It was a pic of Beth and her date dancing. His hands were on her ass, and her head was resting on his chest. I began crying again, and again, after I’d finally started to calm down, another text, this time, they were kissing. And so it went the rest of the night. Just as I would calm down, Carol would send me another pic, I’d cry some more, then calm down, then get another text. It was the cruelest torment I’d ever experienced. Pure torture, and Carol was clearly delighting in every minute of it.

The last pic I got was of Beth and her date in the back seat of a car. His hand was in under her fur coat, obviously caressing Beth’s chest, and Beth’s hand was in his crotch, obviously caressing him. There was no doubt where the night was headed. By now I was cried out and numb to the emotional pain. I stared at the last pic, and to my horror, felt myself getting hard, and then, to my shame, I masturbated to the pic, and at some point, fell asleep.

When I woke up in the morning, Beth had still not come home. I checked my phone, and there was a text from her. It said she’d be by at some point later to talk. I knew what that meant. I looked at the last pic again, staring at it, and found myself getting hard again…

Sunday Ladies #77-23

Presentation Report

i was woken up in the middle of the night by thee bedroom door slammed open, lights switched on and the bedsheet torn away from me.

i was lying on the bed naked, facing the Baroness standing in front of the bed, still dressed in her business attire, now throwing the leather hood on the bed and commanding: „Put it on, then up and have a seat on your throne“

I was too startled to think twice or offer resistance, even to starting an argument.

When i had placed myself on the „chair“ she immediately started restraining my arms. I heard someone giggle and chatting from downstairs and my first panicky reaction was to jump off the chair. But my arms were already secured and there was no chance to escape anymore. She then pulled the strings of the leather hood tight, attatches the blindfold and gagged me. Because of the tightened hood i was semi deaf now as the effect was that i heard my own breathing rather loud. I had to hold the breath to hear better, but even then i heard my heart beat very loud.

After my legs were restrained widely spread I heard that they were coming up the stairs. They still were chatting and giggling. A female and a male voice. They sounded somehow upset, like people on a rollicking party but as soon as they entered the bedroom they were silent. I held my breath to listen, but nobody said anything.

Then I heard the female voice: „Well ...  hm.... ah .... now ... this is not a gynecological chair ... a gyn chair appears to be comfortable compared with this one.“

For a few seconds there was silence again then they were laughing.

I recognized that the three of them had a conversation but i could not understand what they were talking about as i was breathing heavily and not able to hold my breath.

i snatched some fragments of their conversation and realized they were discussing about the ring that locked my cock. It seemed they did not believe that the ring prevented me from ejaculating. I felt a hand touching and examining the ring. I tried to escape the touch but the way i was restrained i was only able to wind and writhe a maximum of a few inches. “Does he expect a handjob now?” i heard the male voice ask and immediately i froze in movement. But now my shaft startet to erect. i was not able to prevent it. 

Then i was nearly deaf because i was heavily breathing, panting like after a sprint.

They did not touch me anymore but still were talking. My shaft now hard and fully erect.

“Oh my ... this looks nice” i heard the female voice say. Then my breathing again.

i felt like an animal in the zoo.

It took me a while to calm myself down, to control my breath and then i heard my Owner say: “Lets have a drink now,” and after a few seconds “Coming? He isn’t going anywhere.”

Then i was alone.

i realized that my body was trembling, i felt the urge to pee and my breathing got out of control again. i was nearly panicking and i had to gain control over myself again.

Suddenly it came to my mind that i had heard the word „ milked“ when they were talking before. my breath got wild now. She was not going to this in front of spectators! NO! NEVER! Get me off this thing! Please! I can’t bear it! I’ll do anything! Anything! Please! Get me down off this thing!

My body started writhing and shaking as i desperately tried to find some way off this chair. My throne. The slave throne as she called it.

I was still writhing and winding when i heard them laugh. They had returned. Immediately i froze my movements and lay still on the chair. Getting hard again. I heard them giggle and chatting but could not understand the words.

Then someone spit on my anus and moments later, the tip of a vibrator was slightly pressed against my anus. My shaft was so hard now that the ring startet to cause an uncomfortable feeling. „Pain of Desire“ like my Owner calls it.

i stopped breathing. Then the vibrator was taken away, another spit on my anus and i felt a finger there. The finger gave pressure on my sphincter and when my sphincter gave way and the finger entered my anus i loudly moaned into the gag. 

„Oh well, he is very tight“ i heard the female voice say.

Then another hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking is. After a while the stroking stopped, someone spit on my shaft and then the stroking continued. i heard the male voice say: „This is amazing. Like you said. The foreskin does not move. It is all so pumped up because of the ring. Does he feel anything then?“

The stroking continued and the finger slightly moved up and down. They were silent now. Watching in anticipation?

After a while the inevitable happened. My shaft started spasming like it does whith an orgasm but there was no ejaculation. 

The finger was drawn out of me, the hand released my shaft and they were silent while they most likely were watching me presenting an NOrgasm to them.

i was moaning while my shaft started spasming like it does when i have an orgasm.

But nothing else that happened. i was not able to ejaculate or have any release because the ring is so tight. The pleasure feeling of an Orgasm was totally missing, instead a feeling that is hard to explain, like phantom pain, like imagining the feeling that should be there.

But the shaft stays hard after a NOrgasm and they say this way i can be perfectly used as a human dildo, being ready to use for as long as the Lady deserves.

When my shaft stopped spasming it still was hard and erect.

i heard them giggle and laugh and talk and was grateful to wear the hood as it made sure they could not see the tears running down from my eyes. i was sobbing now. „Well“ i heard the female voice say „there must be a kind of sensation for him. Look at his body and listen how he is moaning with pleasure.“

They stayed in the room for a long time, chatting and laughing from time to time. 

Some time i realized that i was alone again. They had left.

i tried to calm my self down and relax. 

A few minutes later my Owner came and unfastened my restraints.

„You stay naked until 8 o’clock“ she said. I heard her leave the room, then, moments later, i heard her close the front door.

I took of the hood. The alarm clock showed 5.47 am.

@baronessashley @dominamedusa @queenmab39 @theoriginalbadkitty

Punishment Ideas

In power exchange dynamics, punishment refers to an action the Dom takes, usually negative reinforcement, to deter the submissive from breaking rules or from forgetting expectations.

But… what do you to for punishments? Have no fear. I’ve compiled a list, broken down into non-physical and physical punishments, to use as inspiration for your dynamic.

PHYSICAL PUNISHMENTS

- Spanking

- Caning

- Bastinado

- Figging

- Paddling

- Predicament bondage

- Kneeling in rice

- Holding hands in ice water

- Holding ice

- Forced cold shower / bath

- Tickling

- Clips and clamps

- Nipple / genital weights

- Walking on rice, pebbles or leggos  

- Coconut rope

- Tightrope bondage

- Slapping

NON-PHYSICAL PUNISHMENTS

- Writing lines

- Lecture

- Corner time

- Time-out in room

- Loss of privileges (phone, internet, video games)

- Loss of privileges (bathroom, utensil or hand use)

- Writing essay related to the transgression

- Being gagged

- Mouth soaping

- Being reduced to human furniture

- Being made to hold an uncomfortable pose 

- Being ignored / loss of speaking privileges

- Being locked in a cage or closet 

- Orgasm denial

- Orgasm torture

- Using a chilled or heated dildo

- Being made to sleep on the floor 

- Loss of furniture use

- Wearing humiliating or ill-fitting clothing

- Humiliating body writing

- Holding tongue

- Boot-licking

- Household chores (laundry, cleaning, dishes)

- Earlier bedtime

- Being made to scrub bathroom with tongue or toothbrush

- Being forced to perform a boring task (counting marbles, picking up grains of rice) with no other stimulation

- Being blindfolded and forced to listen to hated music / movie / show

- Hold coins against the wall without letting them slip

- No junk food

- Food denial for a day

- Being forced to walk on tiptoes

- Being made to wear uncomfortable shoes

All punishments should be negotiated, and within the limits / boundaries of all parties involved.

A note on masochists: Masochists are not impossible to punish. You just need to be smart about it! Not all masochists like all kinds of pain. Use that. If they like sting, save thuddy toys for correction. But if all else fails, there are dozens of non-physical punishments you can use to discipline them without encouraging them to act out to get their masochistic needs fed.