Statepalace
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Begging (not in an obnoxious child way) is extraordinarily hot. The only real begging I do is for an orgasm, and believe me it can get to the point where my mind is so overwhelmed with sensation that the need to have one feels like the need to take my next breath. Begging is a dramatic way to make me feel little and helpless. Needy. When we first talked about it I figured that would be part of it. To have to ask for something so basic is really humbling. He likes it when He can MAKE me beg. He wants a genuine reaction, and I don't like begging. If He told me to I would, but that's not the way we play. That impassioned, desperate and breathy "please" is what He likes to hear. What surprised me was how I felt when He told me no and meant it. Wow. Two weeks ago - we had spent a few hours after He arrived just playing lightly, very playfully. Plans were to go out to dinner, then return back to the house for a long evening. Sadistic Rat Bastard (pet name, really it is) decides to get me worked up over and over again, then just STOP, over and over again. I'm lying on His chest, both of us now fully clothed, and I am literally quivering with how much I need to orgasm. I beg, and I mean it. He looks me in the eyes and very softly says "no". Puts His hand on my hair and pets my head as He begins to flip channels on the t.v. The "wow" part was how safe and blissed out I felt when He said it. That feeling even helped take the frantic edge off my need. Weird, maybe, but that's how it felt.
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And if I cease to desire and remain still, the empire will be at peace of its own accord
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