About ruined orgasms

Ruined orgasms:

If you're in orgasm denial training, your Masturbatrix might decide to allow you an orgasm at some point: but she may decide that it will be a ruined orgasm. When your Masturbatrix gives you a ruined orgasm she will stimulate you (or allow you to stimulate yourself) to the "point of no return", where an orgasm is going to happen - and she removes her hand (or other source of erotic stimulation), and allows the ejaculation to occur, with severely diminished or absent normal feelings of orgasmic pleasure and release.

Why would a Masturbatrix want to ruin your orgasm? Why not just deny you all together? Well for one - if you have any orgasm, full or ruined, you will stop your whining and begging for release. Although we Masturbation Mistressess do love to hear your pleas of passion, there comes a time when it gets too much. A ruined orgasm will give us respite from the begging.

Another reason: It's so FUNNY, to see the look on the poor cockstroker's face, going from ecstasy to "what the hell!", when he realizes that you've taken your hand away, yet his penis refuses to engage the "Reverse" gear - Penis is going for it, whether Hand is there or not. So the cockstroker knows, it will be a while before he gets to play the orgasm lottery again.

As for what the stroke trainees think about ruined orgasm vs. no orgasm, it's pretty much a 50-50 split. Everyone loves an orgasm, of course, but orgasm denial devotees love that turned on, needing, desparate feeling: and with any orgasm, ruined or complete, in exchange for a few seconds of bliss and a bit of release, he relinquishes that desperate feeling he so loves.

Blue balls

Blue balls is a slang term for the condition of temporary fluid congestion (vasocongestion) in the testicles accompanied by testicular pain, caused by prolonged sexual arousal in the human male without ejaculation. The term is thought to have originated in the United States, first appearing in 1916. Some urologists call the condition "epididymal hypertension".

...an experience with a Phone Mistress (by yours truly!)

Sexual Encounter-
It all began so simple - an ad for a phonesex company.
An image, a promotional blurb a resume of filth and of kink. A desire that was contained in her grey eyes - was that a wall of restraint or torturous gates keeping him out?
Then she sent him a text/sext--she commanded 'I want to talk to you'.. 'I want you to stroke for me'.. 'Isn't it time you gave up control?'..
His heart pounding so strongly was it fear or lust?
Imagining all of dark fantasies that had lingered for many years before....
Pictures imagined and expectations created...
He dialed the phone...igniting ignition for his rocket ship.
She answered with "Hello, who is this?"
She has everything prepared, like an exquisite execution of a blueprint. She needed no introduction...
he gave her a name...a name to be called with trembling and trepidation in his voice...
'Why are you shaking pet? ', 'Are you afraid? '
he cannot answer...between his raging erection and her low calm tone he's slipping under into subspace.
'I feel so funny...' he says, unable to formulate what he's feeling.
'That's normal, that's subspace...just savor it." the Mistress reassures.
She uses him as her play thing as long as she wishes...all night long. He wonders if it's sexually exciting for her too, but he dare not ask.
He is her slave for the moment. She can have him any way she could imagine.
He could spend hours between her legs; at her feet; at her whims.
'Get on your knees, pet and wait.'
She speaks of edging, of control and of chastity.
She explains as a pet nothing is his.
His cock, his time and his wallet are all hers to do with as she will.

It feels as if months had gone by in his mind until the next time he can speak to The One..
She asks him if he wants to stay, to live in her world forever? She gives him assignments to soothe his sub-frenzy... But before he can think to answer;  She has vanished...she now dwells deep in the recesses of his mind as well as his loins...


To be continued....


...give us dirty laundry...

Why is it that scandals sell?

Why is it that drama and bad news is what we want to hear??

If  it's violence...if it's sexual....if it's "bad news"....

hell, even if it's "made up" or as #45 would say "fake news" we eat that shit up...

I mean National Enquirer and tabloids make piles fabricating all kinds of things...

I say, look for the good news of the day.


Five more minutes...(by Scotty McCreery, Frank Rogers and Monty Criswell)

Eight years old a couple cane poles sitting down by the creek
Our lines in the water watching those bobbers seeing that red sun sink
Mama's on the porch yelling supper's hot, y'all come and get it
We yelled five more minutes
At sixteen it was twelve o three standing at her front door
Katie's dad said midnight, but we needed just a little more
Yellow light flipping on and off, interrupting that goodnight kissing
We wanted five more minutes
Time rolls by the clock don't stop
I wish I had a few more drops
Of the good stuff, the good times
Oh but they just keep on flying
Right on by like it ain't nothing
Wish I had me a pause button
Moments like those Lord knows I'd hit it
And give myself five more minutes
At eighteen turned my helmet in and walked to the fifty yard line
Just the coach and me after we lost eighteen to nine
And I cried man next time to get in here I'll have to buy a ticket
Can't you give me five more minutes
Time rolls by the clock don't stop
I wish I had a few more drops
Of the good stuff, the good times
Oh but they just keep on flying
Right on by like it ain't nothing
Wish I had me a pause button
Moments like those Lord knows I'd hit it
And give myself five more minutes
At eighty-six my grandpa said there's angels in the room
All the family gathered 'round knew the time was coming soon
With so much left to say I prayed Lord I ain't finished
Just give us five more minutes
Time rolls by the clock don't stop
I wish I had a few more drops
Of the good stuff, the good times
Oh but they just keep on flying
Right on by like it ain't nothing
Wish I had me a pause button
Moments like those Lord knows I'd hit it
Yeah sometimes this old life will leave you wishing
That you had five more minutes
Five more minutes

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Time goes fast...savor each  moment!!