And so we reach day fifty-five. When this started, back on October 22nd, I had no idea how long it would or wouldn’t last. As it stands right now, I still don’t know. All decisions as to whether or not I get to orgasm are now, and have been for about two weeks, firmly in NW’s hands.
The decision has always been NW’s. It is just that we agreed that I would remain denied until three goals, that I had come up with, were met. Once those goals were met, it was completely up to her. As fate would have it, one of those goals has been abandoned because I am better served by doing so and pursuing a different path. I will eventually get to it. Other things have taken precedence, however.
A second goal will be achieved due to the publishing of this post. This goal was rather pointless…to reach 50,000 hits on the blog. It was just one more condition to put on my ability to have an orgasm. When I wake up tomorrow morning, marking the completion of week eight of being denied, that goal will have been met.
This leaves one final goal. Not a goal that the completion of which guarantees an immediate orgasm. A goal that means NW is clear to give me an orgasm, if she so chooses. It simply means that the goals have been met and the agreement to keep me denied at least until will have been met.
Things are becoming more difficult, however. For the first six and a half weeks, I really had no problem with being denied. Much to my surprise, I had been very much able to keep my want and frustration well in check. The past week and a half, however, things have not been so easy. I have been mindlessly horny. Pretty much if it is humanoid, has a pulse and produces more estrogen than testosterone, it is a potential target for my lust.
Compounding this, it is far too easy for NW to get me edged and far too difficult for me to fall back from it. Once I am edged, she can barely doing anything to/with my cock or I will go careening over the edge. I am very much fully loaded and my body is primed to erupt. There have been a couple of nights that just curling up behind NW has caused a…uh…vibration, for lack of a better word, to rise in my cock and nearly take me over the edge…with no actual external stimulation.
In any case, I am more than ready to have NW take me over the edge. She seems in no way interested, though. In fact, despite my telling her that the last goal might not be tenable (and it may not be), she says that she isn’t going to let me give up on it. So, for the time being, at least, this is going to continue.
As a way to combat the growing want of orgasm, we have turned back to CBT. It is not the same, obviously, but prolonged CBT does provide stimulation and has the effect, eventually, of exhausting me. That exhaustion gives a sense of satiation…again, not the same. So far, though, it has been enough to keep me going.
All that being said, I know what I won’t be getting for Christmas…