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I’m honing my ability to ruin orgasms, and I have to confess—it’s not as simple as it looks! Even with four years of orgasm denial training under @_and_smile’s belt, plus my knack for reading his body in most situations… that final stroke can be so tricky! If you want to learn how to spoil your partner’s climax, the best tip I have is: expect trial and error, just like any new skill! And, naturally, keep talking. It brings bliss, though it isn’t always effortless… but I adore a good challenge. Maybe you do too! No matter the hurdles, once you grasp how incredibly empowering it feels to know your partner’s sexual mechanics down to the very last millisecond of contact before climax… and being able to stay submissive and aroused while ‘spilling’… I doubt you’ll want to quit.:kiss:
We shared a stunning session on Saturday. We both edged quite a bit, mixed with some firmer play, leaving us both soaked and craving more. Earlier, I’d decided that day would be the one where I ruined him. After watching his pupils dilate (they’re mesmerizing and a dead giveaway!), I knew it was time; I pushed him just a little further. I straddled him and let him enter fully, savoring his thickness and our intimacy. I always know when he’s nearing the edge; I’m thrilled that he embraced denial training so enthusiastically. He doesn’t ‘give in’ to an accidental spill during my edging. It isn’t easy for him, so I admire his dedication to pulling out. While inside me, I keep him on the razor’s edge by lifting up and hovering briefly before sinking back down. This method works perfectly. It’s entertaining to watch his teeth grind almost every time. While he goes wild when I edge him with my hands, it has become apparent that transitioning back from a good, wet fuck can be tough without hitting a sensory hiccup. So this time, I adjusted slightly and switched methods more frequently… yielding lovely results. Still, there were moments where I thought he’d barely overflow, but the timing wasn’t quite right initially. Judging by his low growls and grabby hands, it was clear I was about to unlock even more for him in those next few seconds—a reminder of his place. I marked him with a long, steady flow during our verbal exchange, which brought out the widest pupils I’ve ever seen on him. I sank back down and bounced between riding him and stroking him until he trembled, muscles twitching with anticipation. He was much more pliable now, his gaze locked onto mine. I lifted up and sat beside/on him, starting to stroke with a firmer grip. This time, the transition felt smooth, and I was pleased that his edge remained dangerously close. I paused intermittently, talking to him throughout, building him up until I finally hit that sweet spot… that final touch which utterly destroys his physical and mental ability to hold back, while simultaneously robbing him of those biologically programmed eruptions—almost completely. I love watching the ruination process; those agonizingly slow spurts of an ‘unfulfilling’ spill seem to max out at only a quarter capacity before the brakes slam… yet his male arousal stays strong. He ‘cums’ while remaining hard and submissive, and I’m soaking wet in deliriously fulfilling Topspace heaven. Best of both worlds. He gives (and I take) plenty of physical pleasure for Myself, but during these moments… I truly love Owning him and his body while dedicating time and energy to ensure he feels good. It’s a ‘release’ that still leaves him in a puddle of total submission afterwards. Ruining his orgasms definitely achieves this when done correctly. His mood afterward speaks volumes compared to constant denial or full release.
After that successful ruin, I kept him close with some more relentless and rough edging. He needed to breathe, so I slowed down and loosened My grip, instead using My fingers to stroke his body as he began to come down. His subspace felt particularly heavy this time. After the endorphins finally switched off, he caught a deep chill, becoming super subbie and desperately needing a warm cuddle. I happily obliged, holding him tight as he recovered his breath. I adore him like this: soft, sweet, needy. Mine. A few minutes in, however, I couldn’t ignore the wetness My Topspace had provided… and I knew I wanted more. So naturally, I got greedy. He was still plump as I spooned him, knowing he’d be highly sensitive. I reached down and slowly traced My fingers along our shafts. His soft whimpers deepened into moans, and he became rock hard again almost instantly. I grinned against his shoulder in delight. Despite how vividly I remember the rest of that afternoon, this is where things get blurry in My memory. Those endorphins are indescribably powerful at altering one’s personal ‘reality’… I had him flip onto his back so I could touch him easily. I positioned myself next to him, held him close, and started edging while speaking softly right by his ear. Soon enough, the bucking returned, and I knew he was closing in. He gave Me all the usual cues when pleasure becomes too much: asking Me repeatedly to ‘please stop’ between raspy breaths, trying to ‘escape’ My grip by moving his hips away, and finally clutching My active wrist to show that his capacity to stop is fading fast. I didn’t listen closely enough this time. The stroking stopped one or two beats late, but that was all it took. The spurts didn’t seem full-capacity, but there were ‘too many’ of them. When I tried wrapping My hand around him again, he was bucking with sensitivity rather than longing. Usually, when I ruin him successfully, he eagerly accepts the extra handling after futile spurts. But when pushed too far, he can barely stand the sensation when I touch him again. It became immediately clear to Me that I’d gone a bit ‘too far’ this round. His attitude didn’t shift much, but Mine did. He didn’t feel like it was a full release, and neither did I—though certainly more than before. It wasn’t an immediate letdown, but I noticed an undeniable mood shift shortly after. I felt disappointed in a strange way, not entirely linked to him. I’ll share more about this eventually in My other thread on Top/sub drop, as this post is already quite long! We talked it through right then, and it made a huge difference. No matter how much we understand the importance of communication, an in-the-moment reminder can be very powerful. Some conversations aren’t easy, but they’re vital and often more impactful than expected. Within ten or fifteen minutes, I was ‘back’ after some reflection, and he loved Me with his mouth until I gushed all over him with a strong orgasm. Talk about taking the edge off… I’m glad he’s diligent when My moods shift—whether good or bad. There are many reasons why I chose him, and it seems there will be more as time passes. Afterward, we recapped and laughed in a warm embrace, basking in cum-drunk happiness and sunshine on the patio before sharing (another) lovely, relaxed evening together.
Some of this might sound like complaining, but that is not My intent. Despite years of sexual experience, there are still so many things left to learn about My partner and Myself. Even though it frustrated Me in the moment to be abruptly pulled out of My Topspace, it was a valuable learning experience that benefits both Me personally and our relationship.
It thrills me beyond words. I wonder what other treasures are waiting to be discovered? Gaining such close-up knowledge of yourself and your loved ones is truly a fulfilling journey. Regardless… My success rate will definitely improve; I’m confident about it!;)