Since dayo and I are long-distance partners, a little creativity and imagination go a long way toward keeping our relationship going. She and I have a D/s relationship, and I take great (and rather fiendish) delight in giving her assignments to do from time to time. One of the things I particularly like doing, because I’m something of a bastard, is not letting her have an orgasm for extended periods of time, like days or even weeks. She’s still required to do all manner of naughty things to herself, mind…she just cant come.
Now, I have more than one partner. And my partners have a habit of talking to each other. And sometimes, when they talk to each other, they plan. And plot.
And so it came to pass that figmentj stepped into the role of dayo‘s Avenging Angel. dayo feels most comfortable in a submissive role in our relationship, but that doesn’t stop her from delighting when figmentj gives me a taste of her medicine, so to speak.
So for fifteen days, I’ve been on restriction, which (finally!) ended last week. Now, I have a very strong libido, and fifteen days without an orgasm is…well, it feels more like fifteen years.
It starts subtle, like a vague subliminal hum. You know how sometimes when there’s an air conditioner or some kind of equipment running, even when it makes a lot of noise you’re not consciously aware of it? And then when it stops, you’re like “Wow, that was really noisy?” It’s kind of like that–a constant, low-grade background horniness that’s only noticeable when something takes my attention to it.
It doesn’t stay that way, though. Oh, my, no.
After about four days, it’s more like a constant, omnipresent itch. There’s a sort of constant hunger, nagging but not intrusive…but at this point it’s definitely noticeable, and there’s still eleven more days to go.
At about five days, it’s hard to think of anything except sex. At six or seven days, it’s hard to think about anything but sex and it’s also hard to sleep. Or, for that matter, concentrate on much of anything else for any stretch of time. It becomes much more satisfying to PvP in World of Warcraft, though; sex ad death are, it seems, two constants of the human condition. If you can’t fuck, find someone to hit with a sword.
Now, I’m generally horniest in the morning and late at night. After a week without an orgasm, I’m much too much of a wreck to be horny in the morning, mostly due to the fact that it takes a long time to get to sleep, and when I do sleep it’s usually shallowly. And, y’know, hornily. So that makes life worst during the evening, which is normally when I’m playing WoW.
Funny thing, that. I now strongly associate sexual arousal with playing WoW. More than two weeks of playing the game while perpetually horny has created what just might be a permanent association between the two; firing up the game gives me wood. I shit you not.
Midweek te second week, I was sorely tempted on a daily basis to break the rules and get myself off hard. In fact, it took reserves of self-control I had no idea I had not to; simple things like seeing one of my sweeties log in to AIM or Yahoo Instant Messenger would cause an instant hot flash of sexual arousal.
It’s an interesting way to see the world, actually. Most of our experience of the world around us is filtered through our emotional state, and being perpetually aroused makes everything a little brighter and a little more colorful. Sex is one of the most basic of human drives, and there’s no doubt it gives everything else–which, when you’re that horny, means everything–a bit of a boost.
I damn near didn’t make it fifteen days. On day fourteen I was craving sex like a caffeine addict with a Starbuck’s gift card, and the only thing that stopped me was thinking about what I would do if I were in figmentj‘s shoes and I broke the rules. She’s at least as clever and creative as I am, maybe more so–and that thought by itself kept me on the path.
Day fifteen, I think I woke my neighbors. 🙂