I hope I am not boring everyone with occasional updates on bitch-boy’s current regimen which is a very large step-change from how it used to be just over a year ago.
bitch-boy’s pervious denial period was 18 weeks, (over 4 months) and his current one is 10 weeks and counting. (over 3 months). In May, I introduced a new rule that he would never have an orgasm within 6 weeks of the last. That is the most generous orgasm frequency. I have made clear that if the default 6 weeks was to change, that would be increased. It will never be decreased.
As I have written above, despite the 6 week minimum he has gone 18 weeks and now 10 weeks and counting, up to this point; and yesterday we had a full-on DS day when I informed him at the outset, he would definitely not be cumming, but he might be cumming today which is to be another full-on DS day. He pleaded to me to please guarantee it, please not just a maybe; he couldn’t take being so frustrated. He was close to tears. I informed him I could not guarantee it because I may not be in a generous mood. This turn of phrase brought him to a new low of mood and after some thinking time, in a very respectful voice, which he endorsed by dropping to his knees, he said, he did not think I understood what was happening. That he used to cum every 10 days to 2 weeks, barring special denial periods, and in the summer I had moved the minimum denial period to a 6 weeks; but that had so far ended up as 18 weeks and now 10 weeks at least. He continued, saying, carrying on like this would actually mean he would only be getting to cum, a few times a year.
It is funny how putting things different ways can cause erroneous assumptions and miscommunication. The colour seemed to drain from his face when I, in all honesty, explained that was how I had seen the situation and that, ‘Yes. A few times a year. That is how it is now. You get to cum a few times a year, at the most. The only way that changes is that gets reduced yet further, eventually to never.’ He silently shook his head from side to side and stared at the floor. His breathing became slow and loud through his nostrils. The silly creature thought he would be getting to cum pretty much every 6 weeks, so 8 times a year. I’m sure we both interpret the words, ‘a few’ to mean 3 or 4.
His silence continued for a while longer. He was being careful. He was obviously thinking to say more might mean, there and then, there would be a change; and the frequency would get reduced yet further with immediate effect! Still looking down at the floor, he whispered, ‘A few times a year is a third of the orgasms you have in any average week.’ I was getting rather aroused; enjoying a huge power-rush and a hot feeling of decadent sadism. I removed my top and so stood topless before him in only thin, skin tight leggings and my Ugg boot slippers.
‘Look at me.’ As he looked up I began to alternately caress my breasts and stroke my labia over my leggings, as I continued. ‘I can see there was a miscommunication wasn’t there puppet. I can see how utterly devastated you are. So this is an important time for me to make clear that I feel zero sympathy for you, even right at this moment. ZERO. I just feel like a total bitch and I love feeling like that. It turns me on. I don’t feel sympathy. I don’t feel guilt; I just feel powerful and bitchy and aroused. I admit I did change in the summer. I am truly, truly, very cruel now. You really do have to get your head around that.‘ He winced as though in intense pain as he watched my hands on my beautiful body. His sexual frustration seeming to be more than he could bear, weighing heavily on his now accurate understanding of his likely orgasm count per year, at best. He began to sob.
‘You introduced me to femdom all those years ago. You made clear to me you needed domination to be contented. Well now you have it. You can’t expect me to do what you want instead of what I want because then you would be in control, and neither of us want that, do we? So no compromise from me maggot. I DO WHAT I WANT!’ I turned and started walking away as I continued. ‘I am going upstairs for an orgasm or two.’
Fuck, I felt exhilarated and aroused! He was devastated, but he would sleep a very contented sleep when his head hit the pillow, being absolutely clear he was helplessly in the power of a pitiless, cruel woman.