Master and I could not pinpoint the exact date of my last orgasm; we know it was within a day or two of today. So, we chose yesterday as being my fourth month of being orgasm free. Not that I am celebrating or anything. He is; he loves to watch me suffer for this pleasure. Last year, I was able to go for six months with an orgasm. Master has made it clear that we made four; six will be a breeze, and soon, I will be orgasm-free forever.

Monday was our first day back from seeing my family. That is a story unto itself! We/I found a way to help me not want an orgasm, but it came with strings—a punishment.

He told me during the day and into the night that He was going to fuck me until I had an orgasm. That way, he had a good reason to use the new wooden paddle he had recently bought. Not that he needed one.

I saw this as a challenge. It had been over a week since He last used me, so I was hoping He would be rough and demanding on me while using my holes for His pleasures. And He was. Do I know my owner or what?

While He was fucking me doggy style, my hands were cuffed in front of me; he was pulling on my ponytail to the point I thought my hair was coming out. Master was also pressing a bullet vibrator on my clit on high and swinging my weighted nipple clamps. I was rolling from pain to pleasure to pain and back again. I was also soaking the sheets.

It was getting hot and rough. He was fucking me in both holes, alternating, so I was always off guard. I was enjoying the challenge of not having one while he was determined that I was going to have one. The more He pushed to make me cum, the more I struggled not to.

As I was reaching my peak, screaming, moaning, and begging for more. I knew it was going to happen, He pulled back, so I pushed forward till His cock fell out. I quickly moved my ass back in place so He could start again, but at least my need to cum had decreased enough.

Yes, He was upset and rougher on me once he got back in rhythm. Pulling my hair and whispering in my ear, I was in for one hell of a punishment. I was smiling as I was also crying in pain and pleasure.

Finally, I felt Him shoot his load in my sopping wet pussy. He pushed me down and fell onto top of me. We breathed heavily as I thanked Him for using me like that.

He rolled me on my back and moved up so His wet cock was in my face. I sucked him clean as He reminded me of my upcoming punishment.

Once He got his breath back and I fetched him a bottle of water, He pulled me by my hair into the garage and hooked me to the punishment pole.

I took my punishment with pride. 75 swats from the heavy paddle. It wasn’t easy, but I did it. I know I will have difficulty walking for the next couple of days and will need to use a pillow to sit on. (smiling)

Yes, I was punished for pulling off His cock. I accept that punishment over being punished for having an orgasm.

I can proudly say that I was NOT being punished for having an orgasm. And that is important.


Month four to forever. Master-Sir is very serious about making sure that I never have another orgasm. And from this little exercise, I know I am going to be in a lot of trouble for other things, but it won’t be for having an orgasm!

Thank you for reading

Bitch Slave